"I am a writer, writer of fictions,
I am the heart that you call home
I've written pages upon pages
trying to rid you from my bones...”
--“The Engine Driver”
The Decemberists
So. I guess I promised you all the saucy details of my life, and far be it from me to lie to my adoring readers.
School
The video game class trudges on. It was really interesting in the beginning when we were learning about the dawn of the industry and all that. Now we're in the 90's, and it's not as cool. Although, I was reminded about DreamCast and the fact that we still have one, so I might have to dig that out sometime and give it a go.
School expectation:
Reality:
Work
Interviewed at one of the off-campus college bookstores (name and address withheld). It was the shortest interview of my life...it started at 10:30 and by 10:35 I was on my way back home. Needless to say, not too optimistic. I'll find out tomorrow or Friday for sure, though, so we'll see.
Work expectation:
Reality:
Personal Life
This shouldn't even get a bullet.
Expectation:
Reality:
What the hell do I actually do during the day?
I have no idea. I tool around the internet. I read. I run errands. My brother got a job at Universal Studios (AT THE HARRY POTTER THING!!!), so he has my car most days. It's very quiet. But here's the deal. This may well be my last summer of doing nothing. I'm very sincerely hoping by this time next year to have a career-type job and be working towards getting that apartment I've wanted so badly. And then, I'll be DYING for a summer of doing nothing. So I'm trying to appreciate the slow-paced laziness for what it is. We just never get what we want when we want it, do we?
My life expectations:
ONE BIG AWESOME PARTY WITH GREAT LIGHTING.
Reality:
Be a geek
Play dress up...
...sometimes with Bixby
Have a deep and meaningful relationship with the interwebs
Read.
But you know what?
I'm happy. And I hope you all are, too. :)
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