happy

i am so incredibly happy right now. i just had the best conversation i've had in a long time with the most amazing person i know, and the prospect for many more just makes this all the better.

New York, here I come

it's official, i will be spending the last week and a half of summer in new york staying with jaya. while there may have been doubts as to whether or not i would actually follow through with my promise to visit, i knew i would get around to it, eventually. however, it is nice to actually have the tickets bought. now i can't do something stupid and wind up having it be too late to buy tickets or something. i just gotta keep myself alive until august 18th now.

i have to say, i haven't been this excited about something in a long time. and can you blame me? first off, it's new york. i haven't been there before, at least, not when i've been old enough to remember it. but this city is one of those places in the world that one should visit at least once before you die. there may be bigger cities, more diverse ones, but this is the original. i haven't been there, but already i know enough stuff to do to keep me occupied for a year. and that's just the big touristy stuff. i'm not even thinking of that which really makes new york great, the randomness. the people you meet in the street, the neighborhood stores, the strange shops that aren't found anywhere else. the food alone is enough to warrant this visit. i mean, come on, deep fried mars bars? of course i have to go.
however, all of this is inconsequential. good reasons though they may be, they do not even begin to compare to the real reason for my visit- to see jaya again. everything else is secondary. my trip will be a success the moment i lay eyes on her. the fact that i get to do it in new york, and then experience that city with her for a week and a half, is just bonus. very nice bonus however, and one which i plan on taking full advantage of. wandering the streets, eating those mars bars, perhaps going to a concert, maybe a play or something, meeting her friends, i'm gonna cram as much into those 10 days as possible.

exquisite pain

okay, first things first- this should have been posted a couple days ago, but being the lazy ass i am, i am just now getting around to it. this is just another example of me not paying enough attention to this whole blog thing, which i might write about soon, if i get around to it. that being said, on to the good stuff-

i am in pain. my entire body feels as though it spent hours in the sun with no protection whatsoever. which it did, so i guess this feeling is normal. last tuesday i went down to waterworld with jim for the day. left a little after nine, getting there around ten, and didn't leave until nearly five. that's seven hours with no shirt, no shoes, and most importantly, no sunscreen. why, you may ask, did i not have on sunscreen? good question. you see, i had woken up a little late, and was kind of in a rush, and didn't have time to look for it. but, you continue, couldn't i have found it the night before and put it somewhere i could get it easily? possibly, but i am before all things lazy, and that would be too much effort. ok, you say, but didn't jim have any? probably, but i didn't feel like asking him. but, you insist, surely there was somewhere to buy sunscreen at waterworld? jesus, what the hell is it with you and all these questions?! seriously, what do you want from me? ok, fine, my lack of sunscreen was not an accident. i deliberately chose to forgo sunscreen for the day. you see, when i burn, after the pain, and the peeling, and the ridiculous looking red skin, i become tan. that's right, i traded temporary pain for a slightly less temporary form of attractiveness. who cares if i can barely move, or if i'll probably get cancer in a week, or that my bed will soon be covered in dead skin? i am tan dammit, and i look good.

ok, can we move past the sunburning canceritis for a while, so i can actually talk about the day?
first off, i am very disappointed in myself for never getting to waterworld before this. there is no excuse, it is just too much fun for me to have missed out for nearly twenty years. i'm not a big fan of regular amusement parks, particularly roller coasters, they just plain scare me, but waterworld is different. i guess it's cuz most of the stuff is over in a couple seconds, but no matter the reason, i loved it all. from the two hundred foot tall slides (that may be exaggerated a little, but not by much), to the wave pools, to the tube rides, it was all quite awesome. i even got in a nice nap, as jim and i semi-sorta accidentally fell asleep by one of the pools for an hour or so. that probably wasn't good for my stomach, the reason it now resembles a large red balloon. oh well, still worth it.

living the (almost) good life*

so what if i've just lost my scholarship which was like half of my tuition? so what if work sucks and i don't get paid nearly enough for what i do? so what if i am barely able to see my friends around here, and can't see any of my school friends? so what if i threw up twice tonight and am feeling the beginings of what promises to be an evil hangover? so what if the most important thing in my life is two thousand miles away?
these may be bad things, but i don't see any point in dwelling on them. really, my life is quite nice right now. i'll take out a few more loans, i still have fun at work and i am going to make enough money for what i need to do this summer, my friends will always be there no matter when i can see them, i had a lot of fun tonight, and i get to see jaya in two months. really, life is pretty good. the way i see it, everything will work out eventually, and so for now i should just concentrate on the good stuff. take tonight for instance. yeah, maybe i drank a little too much (damn high altitude), but that doesn't mean i didn't have fun. i got to see a lot of people i hadn't seen in a while, meet some new ones, and i got trashed, which was my goal from the begining. and yeah, i did realize a couple hundred feet into my 15 mile drive home that driving probably wasn't too high on the list of things i was capable of doing, but i made it home with no injuries, no tickets, and minor hittage of homeless persons. truly, there is only one thing that could make my life all that much better right now, and she's in new york. luckily, i am fortunate enough that i get to spend a week with jaya at the end of summer, so even that's not horribly bad. basically, i know that life could be better, more fun, less stressful, whatever; but it's not bad right now. i do miss tulane and everyone there, but i guess i'm going to be able to make it another two months.

*any misspellings, bad grammar, or otherwise illegibility should be blamed solely on the alcohol, and not on the author of this blog.

Work

(wûrk)n.
1. A job; employment: looking for work.
2. A trade, profession, or other means of livelihood.
3. Something that one is doing, making, or performing, especially as an occupation or undertaking; a duty or task: begin the day's work.
4. An amount of such activity either done or required: a week's work.

5. The most horrible thing in the world.

I hate working. I hate it with every fiber of my being. If it weren't for the simple fact that I need money, i would quit and never look back. the worst part is, i actually have a nice job, not too hard, and usually pretty fun. if this is how i feel now, i can't even imagine what it's going to be like when i have to get a real, 9-5, cubicle living, memo sending, stapler hoarding, job. i might just have to shoot myself.

people are stupid. they're the ones that make me hate work. i mean seriously, if i say that you need to go to the first theater on the right, i don't mean the fourth one on the left. and even if perhaps the moviegoer didn't hear me right, we have signs that say what movie is playing in each theater. so, unless they are illiterate or blind, there is no excuse for wandering into the wrong theater and then getting upset cuz they missed the start of their movie. and why is it that some people think it's alright to just dump trash on the floor. i can understand leaving an empty bag or something, it's not nice but it's understandable, but why dump out the popcorn? why scatter starburst wrappers (which they brought in illegally, i might add) all over? why spit sunflower seeds, or, god forbid, tobacco juice, everywhere? i'm not fucking paid enough to clean that shit up. i'm not saying everyone should throw all their trash in the trashcans, though it'd be nice. just don't go out of their way to be an ass and make my job harder. and speaking of harder, why do people feel the need to watch to the absolute end of the credits? i mean, i don't enjoy cleaning the theaters, but i enjoy less waiting for the dumbasses to leave so i can do it. there is no point to seeing who the best boy's second assistant hairstyler is. trust me, i know. i work at a movie theater.

Ok, done ranting. Sorry about that, but 16 straight days of dealing with these people makes me a little crazy. But hey, at least I get paid, kinda. Anyway, what I really wanted to talk about, before I got distracted, is this: I'm old. It's finally totally hit me that I'm a college sophomore. This came about because at the theater, the majority of the staff are high school students. Last summer when I worked, I fit in with them. I felt the same way about most stuff as the other kids, laughed at the same jokes, was the same. Now, even with the ones that are only a year behind, I feel apart. I no longer belong. I can hang out with them, have fun and everything, but I don't entirely belong. I often find myself just watching the kids, thinking that I was once like that. It is depressing in a way. I thought I would have a few more years before this type of thinking set in.

In other news, I am happier than I can ever remember being, and I grow more so as each day passes, both from conversations contained therein, and the fact that I am that much closer to the end of August and my trip to New York.