Ever feel like you're wasting time? Ever feel like doing stuff or going out is getting into your "time-wasting" time? Yeah, unfortunately, this is where I am in life. I don't know how I got here, but all I know is that I get excited when my sim gets to travel or quit her job, and I'm just sitting on the couch listening to YouTube videos and drinking.
What a life.
I moved out here 2400 miles away to start something really awesome. I was so damn excited to move and get a new start, and here I am, doing the exact things I've been doing for the past three years. Maybe my whole life has been a waste of time. Creatively speaking, I've never finished anything.
I start a new project, get excited, tell people, and then I slack off and end up so ashamed that I haven't been working on something that I abandon it completely and push it away in some dark corner so I don't have to face facts that I really haven't created anything.
Things have to change. Starting now. I'm not letting this laziness and lack of ideas and terrible willpower defeat me. I am going to do something with my life. But what?
Saturday, March 12, 2016
Monday, March 7, 2016
Tell the Neighbors I'm Coming For Them
Holy shit, you imaginary followers, you! It has been a while. And what a while it has been. I got a fucking raise and promotion, I moved to Oregon, and I felt like I almost died. It's been a ride, and things are so much better. When I was living in Indiana, I forgot that I could be happy. I spent so much time just trying to drink my life away that I fell into this dark, angry depression, sending Brandon into one equally because he couldn't make me feel better. You know that feeling where you're waiting to do things with your life, but you live in conditions that make it impossible to do so?
Eugene, Oregon, is a really weird place. Filled with whiny yuppies and people who apparently don't understand that cars can kill them, Eugene is an art haven and hippie hell. There are a million things to do all over the city all the time, but most of them are vegetarian Hare Krishna chant meetings or Save the Earth-style conventions about how tiny houses are much more sustainable and everything you do as a homeowner is wrong. Don't mistake, I like this place! But hippies aren't my favorite people. Surprise!
Stupid neighbors outside think they can wake everyone around them with their sawing and hammering. Brandon bought this loud ass fan from a thrift store primarily so that we could put it outside and drown out the neighbors without really affecting us. You can barely hear it when you're inside! I just don't understand why you have to be so loud when you live in an apartment complex!
Side note: one of the neighbors thinks it's great to open up the windows and play a xylophone that is right next to the window. It's not cute. It's annoying. Especially if you don't play a fucking melody, like every musical experience you have is a coke-fueled cacophony in some ongoing art project where you purposely annoy the neighbors and then get indignant when we ask you to close the window.
This cat is the only neighbor I like so far (well, his owner is all right, too). The cat comes over and hangs out with us sometimes, although he prefers ignoring us while he sits in a box or a plastic bag, or whatever we have on our kitchen floor.
When I was growing up, I thought you were supposed to get to know your neighbors. I thought you were supposed to exchange housewarming gifts and ask each other to watch your pets or water your houseplants, but I don't think that's the case anymore. At least, not where I've lived for the most part. Maybe it's because I'm antisocial. Maybe everyone is. I don't know. But can you tell them to be a little quieter, for me?
Eugene, Oregon, is a really weird place. Filled with whiny yuppies and people who apparently don't understand that cars can kill them, Eugene is an art haven and hippie hell. There are a million things to do all over the city all the time, but most of them are vegetarian Hare Krishna chant meetings or Save the Earth-style conventions about how tiny houses are much more sustainable and everything you do as a homeowner is wrong. Don't mistake, I like this place! But hippies aren't my favorite people. Surprise!
 |
| It's gorgeous here! |
Side note: one of the neighbors thinks it's great to open up the windows and play a xylophone that is right next to the window. It's not cute. It's annoying. Especially if you don't play a fucking melody, like every musical experience you have is a coke-fueled cacophony in some ongoing art project where you purposely annoy the neighbors and then get indignant when we ask you to close the window.
When I was growing up, I thought you were supposed to get to know your neighbors. I thought you were supposed to exchange housewarming gifts and ask each other to watch your pets or water your houseplants, but I don't think that's the case anymore. At least, not where I've lived for the most part. Maybe it's because I'm antisocial. Maybe everyone is. I don't know. But can you tell them to be a little quieter, for me?
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)