Hrm…I guess waiting a week between entries isn’t exactly the recommended technique for keeping a journal, is it? Of course, in my defense, I have been making the occasional post directly to my webpage from work. Now, one could, at this point, rather easily point out that that may not be the recommended technique for keeping a job…but that would just be cruel, and besides, I do it during breaks or lunch. So there. Bleah. :)
On a personal level, there just isn’t a whole lot of stuff going on in day-to-day life at the moment. My alarm goes off at 6am, I’m usually out of bed by 6:30, showered, dressed, and out the door by 7:25, and at work by 8am. I slog through work until 5pm, grab a bus home, then kill time reading or catching a movie (when I’m feeling rich enough to afford it), and am usually in bed by 10pm.
Rather amazingly dull, all laid out like that. Doesn’t seem all tht long ago that I was getting up between noon and 2pm, going to bed at six in the morning, and spending as much time as possible out with friends or at clubs, either DJ’ing or just having fun.
Oh, how the mighty have fallen.
Okay, so that last line was a bit of an overstatement. A big overstatement. But still…does growing up — or at least getting older — really necessitate slipping into a routine so _un_inspiring that it actually inspires me to whine about it here?
I certainly hope not. Realistically, I can reassure myself that my current somewhat boring (and, therefore, bored) existance is a side effect of the move. I’m in a new town where I’m no longer the known personality that I was in Anchorage. I haven’t met very many people yet, and those I have I don’t run into that often, as Seattle is big enough that it doesn’t have an analogue to Vinyl (Village Inn, Northern Lights), that notorious center of the Anchorage social scene. I’m also in a much different financial situation — I’ve cut my pay by $1.50/hr from TimeFrame (and by $2.65/hr from my short stint at GCI), while nearly doubling my rent for an apartment roughly the size of my bedroom in Anchorage, and adding phone and electric bills that are no longer split with roommates to my monthly expenses. I no longer have a car, so my “sphere of influence” is limited to where I can go in a reasonable amount of time either by foot or by city bus.
Suffice to say, if anyone thought I was leaving Anchorage to make things easier on myself, they were sorely mistaken.
But, of course, that wasn’t why I left, as anyone who actually knows me decently well enough knows. I left for quite a few reasons — many of which I’ve ranted about on my webpage from time to time in the past — but primary among them was just the need to get out on my own in a new atmosphere.
Well, I’m out, I’m on my own, and this definitely isn’t Anchorage. I’ve known for a while that I probably wouldn’t really be in a decent spot financially until sometime in mid-October (with my last PFD estimated at $1800, parents owing me $1400 when they can get it to me, my bribe…er…tax refund of $300 showing up at some point, and another outstanding debt of roughly $1300 that I’m hoping will show up after PFD’s hit, I stand to be about $4800 better off if they all come through), it’s this nebulous paycheck-to-paycheck scraping by that gets pretty harrowing. Heck, if it weren’t for a landlord giving me castaways and a neighbor who abandoned his belongings when he bailed state, I still wouldn’t have any furniture!
Ah, well, I’ll make it — I just had to whine for a few moments. Things certainly aren’t all bad down here — my job is good, if not the most exciting in the world, I’m a bit strapped financially, though certainly not broke, my social life will pick up eventually, as there are things to do when I can afford it, and all in all, I’m really enojoying things as a whole. It’s just the niggling little details that can add up and look worse than they really are.
Of course, even when I claim that life is boring and I have nothing to do or say about it, I can still fill up eight-plus pages in this little notebook about my lack of anything to write about. ;) Like that will come as a surprise to anyone who knows me.
Oh, well. It’s a bit after 10pm, and much as it may grate on my nocturnal inclinations, these days that does mean that it’s bedtime for Bonzo. Until tomorrow, then (or whenever I get back to scribble in here again)….