I dunno, man. Basically I’ve been trying to do something productive this weekend. Anything, really. Get things ready to go for the massive number of errands I have to run tomorrow. Or write a Trickster post. Maybe research some freelance opportunities so I don’t burn through my savings before I leave for Chile. You know, productive things.
At this point, I’d even settle for something non-productive, but respectable. Like watch Arrested Development or the X-Files, like I’ve been meaning to. Read the stack of books I’ve gotten halfway through but haven’t finished. ANYTHING.
But no, I haven’t managed any of that. I’ve sat in my bed for about two days now (not too much judgement, please, it is the only ‘seating’ surface I really have in my house, unless I want to be accosted by a very nice but overly loving dog), surfing the interwebs. Because that’s what unemployed kids do, right?
I have managed to do the taking-showers-getting-ready thing, some minor cleaning, and even a trip to a few stores to pick up things my house has severely lacked due to my never being here. I’ve done some Christmas shopping online. But other than that…this is embarrassing, because there’s truly been nothing productive accomplished.
Reddit.
Music downloading (mostly some of the awesome albums I’ve managed to miss this year.)
20sb.
Wish Listing things on Amazon.
Facebook stalking.
Chatting.
Refresh Reddit.
Repeat, etc.
I’m not looking forward to the next two and a half months. I’m hoping to at least get into some kind of rhythm so far as being productive goes, perhaps find some way to supplement my meager unemployment income. I won’t have the means to be up and down I5 so much and this means feeling totally cut off from my friends and family because — shocker here — Olympia is not my home.
Over Thanksgiving, I spent five days at my parents’ in Vancouver. At the end of those five days, I was going stir crazy. It was because I hadn’t spent more than five days in any one place for months. Five days! That’s it! My existence has become so nomadic that, for those moments that I don’t have a bag packed and ready for when I jet out the door, I can pack for an unspecified number of days in a matter of minutes without forgetting anything, usually prepared for just about anything I might end up doing.
And now — I’m stuck here for at least another week. There is no bag packed. There’s really no money in the bank to fill up my gas tank at my leisure. There’s no one compensating for mileage.
I have to hope that my friends and family come to me.
This tireless isolation is getting to me already. My mind has already started spinning. My nerves are already on end. I’m already starting to worry worry worry.
About leaving. About leaving him, specifically. That’s the only real uncertainty that lies ahead, which of course makes it my sole focus.
Anyway, I don’t really want to get into that. I just thought it worth mentioning that a big portion of my thoughts is focused on this one aspect of my immediate future.
This is such a useless post.
Listen to this song, I have. On repeat.
For Christmas, I got the Jeremy tickets to Deck The Hall Ball – Sleigh Bells, Temper Trap, Cake, Jimmy Eat World, The Black Keys, and Broken Bells, plus a surprise appearance by Presidents of the United States America all made for a great show.
Well, that’s not entirely true. I honestly did not enjoy Sleigh Bells’ set. The mix was awful, I couldn’t hear anything but the ear drum rattling bass and the singers’ occasional screams. But, I thought maybe I would enjoy their album, and I was totally right. It’s slightly odd, a little different, but incredibly addicting. So you should listen to it.
The rest of the show was simply phenomenal. Jeremy was happy, so I call it a win. Good gift idea, girl.
Oh, and also, I restarted the 365. Because I can’t live with myself for giving up. I started again on Thursday from numero uno. It got really exhausting posting everything here, so I’m posting them to a facebook album which everyone has access to (a rarity in my facebook privacy ridden life). So bookmark if you like, and enjoy! I’ll likely post some here that I really like, but certainly not all of them.
It’s 10:30. I don’t know how that happened, but here we are.
Jami Sheets 
I get so antsy staying in one spot for too long. And this summer, my husband and I moved, he worked, and we only had one car. I sat the apartment for 4 months. It was the most miserable existence in the world. I hope you find somewhere awesome to go!
Whitney
I hate being on the road, and every single time I pack a suitcase, I forget something. Every fucking time! I was obviously meant for the boring old woman life.
This is roughly how life went when I was unemployed. My husband was the only thing that motivated me to get anything done! I’m not entirely sure what would have happened to me otherwise…I’m sure someone would have found me buried in my covers…eventually. Or I would have lived at my favorite coffee shop. Either way.
Wow, we sound a looot alike. I can’t remember the last time I spent five consecutive days anywhere. Maybe it was the blizzard earlier this year that physically PREVENTED me from going anywhere. But I always have an overnight bag with me– it’s always half-packed, full of laundry I’m too lazy to throw in the hamper. As nice as I sometimes think it’d be to have one official living “area,” I wonder if I’d get bored having my own place for an indefinite amount of time.
ooh, share the album list please?!
also, how did it get so quiet between us? i miss your face.
reddit is the devil. time sucking devil.