On our way home from Jaimeson's house this past Sunday, Kate, Natalie, and myself went to Chip's in Oak Lawn.
For as long as I can remember, Sundays have, for the most part, always been the same. We would wake up, have breakfast with the family, and go to church. After church, we would choose from a short list of Sunday usuals for lunch, kill some time in the area of the restaurant after lunch until Mom went to work, drive home, and then sit around (or more often, lay around) for an hour until Elation. Elation would end around eight, then we would eat some fast food, go home and do homework that wasn't done the rest of the weekend, and then go to bed.
It was always like this.
Chips is on the short list of Sunday usuals. Going there fulfilled the part of me that seeks normallicy. It felt really good.
Now if only we would of had time to go to Crate and Barrell. Or the Apple store.
11.08.2006
10.28.2006
Life changes
I spend a lot of time sitting around, clicking the "next blog" link that is at the top of all blogger blogs. I read about all sorts of different types of people's lives. And I spend a lot of time thinking to myself, "man, I wish I had a life like one of these."
For some reason, I seem to think that I don't have a life.
I think some of it has to do with the fact that within the past year, I've gone through 3 major styles of living. First, we had fall of '05, when I was a regular high school student. I had lived that life for a while, so I was pretty used to it.
Then quite abruptly, I left high school and went to community college. I didn't have to wake up at 7 anymore. I didn't have to put up with (as much) bullshit. I didn't sit around in classrooms all the time. I had more freetime. I spent more time in the city than I had since I moved to Wills Point. Then that was over.
Summer came. I got my first job. I got into a pretty monotonous routine. Sleep late, sit around until work, go to work, go to Mandy's, and then come home, go to bed, and do it again the next day. I got used it to.
Now I'm a full-time college student. I have one of the nicest dorms in the building. I have an amazing girlfriend. I have amazing friends. I have a good job that pays well.
But it feels so temporary, as if it's on the verge of ending soon.
I really think that this has to do with the fact that for the past year, I've been changing my lifestyle over and over, and my internal clock is starting to think that another change is coming. But it's not. And I need to remind myself of this.
I have a good life. I am happy.
For some reason, I seem to think that I don't have a life.
I think some of it has to do with the fact that within the past year, I've gone through 3 major styles of living. First, we had fall of '05, when I was a regular high school student. I had lived that life for a while, so I was pretty used to it.
Then quite abruptly, I left high school and went to community college. I didn't have to wake up at 7 anymore. I didn't have to put up with (as much) bullshit. I didn't sit around in classrooms all the time. I had more freetime. I spent more time in the city than I had since I moved to Wills Point. Then that was over.
Summer came. I got my first job. I got into a pretty monotonous routine. Sleep late, sit around until work, go to work, go to Mandy's, and then come home, go to bed, and do it again the next day. I got used it to.
Now I'm a full-time college student. I have one of the nicest dorms in the building. I have an amazing girlfriend. I have amazing friends. I have a good job that pays well.
But it feels so temporary, as if it's on the verge of ending soon.
I really think that this has to do with the fact that for the past year, I've been changing my lifestyle over and over, and my internal clock is starting to think that another change is coming. But it's not. And I need to remind myself of this.
I have a good life. I am happy.
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