Couch Potato

First off- One frustration of blogging is that I’m always inspired to write when I have negative emotions, so that my posts have a distinctly negative spin. That has less to do with my outlook on everything in general and more to do with when I choose to write. I suppose the solution to this would be to write more frequently or regularly, so as to present a more balanced persona.

Actually, this is something I’ve discussed regarding my long distance relationship, and this balanced view is very important to the dynamic of the relationship. Rather than talking just at night, or a specific time of day, we talk randomly, whenever we have a few minutes, a few times a day. This varies the subject matter, the attitudes, feelings, etc- so that we get to know each other well in a variety of elements. It undermines the difficulties that are usually present over long distance. It worked well, at least, until all the talking during the day ran up my cell bill and now we’re much more restricted. At least we were able to take advantage of the strategy at the beginning of the relationship when we needed it most.

So, back to the blog issue. I hesitate to set myself to writing daily because I hate banal blogs and would rather write negatively every time. According to my relationship example, though, that’s the only thing that would work.
Conclusion: I’m going to write more, though hardly regularly.

The thought of the moment has to do with my current state. My week has consisted of sleeping late, lounging around the house, going for a few runs and lazily meeting up with friends. Unfortunately, I’m not bragging. It’s not as wonderful as it sounds. Of course, you say, the grass is always greener… No, that’s not all there is to it. This is the first time I’ve had neither job nor school since my sophomore year in high school, and I honestly don’t know what to do with myself. All of my friends have jobs; that significantly lowers my daytime choices. Also, because of the aforementioned lack of job, I also have an extreme lack of money. Henceforth (La la la I’m so refined), I get fucking bored out of my skull. It’s not even like I don’t have creativity to keep me occupied. I do, but I don’t have many supplies and drawing can only occupy me for so long. I’ve been reading a lot, and writing some, but that’s it. Right, so, enough complaining. My point isn’t to make you feel sorry for me or anything. Actually, I think I’m thankful, because I’ve realized I’m happiest when I’m occupied. As much as I get frustrated and weary during school, I feel fantastic after I turn something in or when I complete a project.

(This is turning into a fucking moral fest)
You know what I mean though. I’m just glad I’m not cut out for sitting around all day, and next semester when I’m killing myself in the sewing lab I can just think, “At least you aren’t stuck in Lebanon with no job”. Wow, I’ve set huge goals.