Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa to all those who've checked in to see only quiz results and the sidebar taking over. Inertia's a bitch, man. I can't promise I'll dump a big post anytime soon, but I'll at least finish those up on deck. Work's definitely boring enough today. So, what's up with me, you ask?
I've found days and then weeks fly by in a blur while running in the rat race. I always feel like I've forgotten how to relax until Sunday when I'm chilling yet dreading another work week. As soon as I feel it, it's over. I'm losing the urge to do more than wake up, go to work, go home, stare at the glowing box (computer or TV -- either applies) until my eyes start to droop, go to bed, rinse and repeat. I'm boring and many of the things I've found myself liking to do over the past year have become boring. I've retired from 419, rarely pop into Sapph, am over shitty DJs, and bad shows, and all the trappings of being a pseudoscenester. Isn't life supposed to get more exciting as summer approaches?
In the spirit of that, I'm trying to jumpstart the social life in a big way. I'm actually going to the gym now...starting tomorrow. Actual pumping iron exercise isn't my thing (because frankly, it's boring. And I'm already diesel. Grr), so I'm all about the fun little classes. For real this time. Summerstage is starting this weekend and I plan to be a jolly volunteer. (Give a shout if you see me.) I've got to get out out out and find new spots/people/adventures. Life has been cruising around 5 lately and I need to crank it up to 11 post haste. The nest egg is still building yet we're being more realistic about the move. August 1st seems more like a plan. Now I just have to remember not to spend too much on shiny new toys.
In my old age, I've thankfully learned that people in your past need to stay there. (Excelsior, baby!) I'm also trying to step up the game a bit on things that have been dragging. Flirting on the phone and vague planning is cute, but inaction is still inaction. I always forget I've got an arsenal of grown woman weapons to play around with. Oh, Jason is my hero. I need to import his master plan to this coast.
I've got 4 days to get my shit together and commit myself to some summer fun. Should be a good one.
Posted by Candicissima at June 17, 2004 12:34 PM