4/13/10

I've always blogged about what I like, never the things that happen in my life. I think I need an outlet, and I'm pretty sure my life has become interesting enough to blog about. So here's my fifth shot at blogging.



I moved into my new place. It's in this factory turned loft building three blocks from my school in Brooklyn. The overwhelming majority of my friends live here. It's like a dorm, but with 17 foot ceilings and huge windows. My room overlooks the street (optimal for spying). I am currently still in the process of getting things together. My roommate is a nutcase and I love him.

I also got my grades back. All high B's or A's. I mean, do these good grades justify partying my ass off all summer?

I'm not sure what I want, all I know is, I'm sick of worrying so much. I need to find ways to get out of my head. I want some sort of menial retail job, one with really overqualified employees, preferably freshly out of college. I need to stop caring, stop thinking, let go, and just roll with it.

I don't know how I got to be such an anxious person, maybe smoking for the past five days (alcohol is much more my thing) is getting to me. I don't want this summer to be a repeat of the last summer...

Lately I'm also coming to recognize things about myself that I really love. I love that I can have a conversation now and REALLY listen to the other person (never really was able to do that when I was younger). I love how strong I am... my ability to control my emotions so that I can still think rationally. I love my independence, although it comes at a price. I also have a sense of humor and an optimism that most people don't have in this city. It's a nice change from constantly loathing yourself.

I'd make more of an effort at blogging but frankly I just don't care.