Happy Birthday To Me!

OMG I'm 22.

Today is my birthday and I don't feel any different. Life, I want a refund.

Bring on the cake and and presents. 

Child of the monotonous corn

I am simultaneously excited and fearful of the future. I am also ready to let life begin, but unmotivated. Why? You tell me. 

I want a new pair of sneakers. The First Round Chinese New Year Puma ones. I am really feeling that red and gold. 

Being unemployed is worse than having a job you dislike. Because when you're working at your miserable job, you're busy and getting paid. I am going crazy and sleeping the craziest hours. I am now falling asleep around 7:00 am and getting up at around 2:30-3:00 pm. It is ridiculous. I have no excuse and am embarrassed. I'm thinking about volunteering. I'll let you know how that turns out. 

While there is some sort of comfort of living in the same town for fifteen years, the fact has become excruciatingly painful lately. Like repeating the fifth grade fifteen times. You know everything there is to know and you don't even try anymore, you just become this machine that no longer thinks, just does things mechanically and is numb. 

Why am I complaining? My Tuesday was great. Believers Never Die part Deux. 

But who knows how long that high will last me?

I have a blog.

Why in the wide open spaces do I have a blog?