Taking it back straight old school, I'm 51.8% pure. I chuckle back on the days where I thought I'd be 92% forever.
As quick as he reentered NY, Alex has jetted back off across the ocean. He gave me some wonderful sage advice that helped me make up my mind. If Alex says someone is too sketch for me to be involved with, that's enough for me to listen. Not like that wasn't what I was thinking already.
All summer I've been experiencing writer's block. Mostly because once I gave every once of blood, sweat and tears I could muster to the yearbook, I had no desire to create anything. You might think, how can you write so much in this blog and be having writer's block? Well, this is different. It doesn't take much effort for me to yammer on and on about myself. People have been helping me keep the past couple of months crazy interesting. But I've regained that urge that's always propelled me to just write something. I dunno. We'll see how it turns out.
Alex's guerilla visit was great for me because it inspired me to again reassess what's going on with me. I want money to pay the approaching loans, a place of my own, to settle down into some sort of romantic bliss for a min (I'm such a softy underneath), and a way to combine my interests into something that's not completely draining. Sunday, we met up with other Wes kids who are now across country doing their own thing. I felt kinda stifled that I haven't done anything but rush from CT to here. Yeah, I had a good time for a while now, but I haven't had a real vacation in ages...minus that ill-fated 21st birthday trip to Miami and a visit to the Midwest. I've got invitations extended from France, Belgium, Portugal, New Mexico, and California. Fear of not being able to pay what I need to has me running to a "real" job, but truthfully, I don't mind the temp stuff, just the hours right now. What's to stop me really from working enough to pay stuff off and do some traveling? I think I'll hold off mentioning it to my parents just yet because they already attribute my general lack of "get up and go" to all the damned hippie schools I went to. Still I'm considering it.
Posted by Candicissima at September 23, 2003 06:55 PM