Interlude

I seek a brief respite from...well...not much.
I'm sick. I went to a party and yelled over music a little too much and now my voice hurts. I'm all stuffy and I'm not going to the gym or anywhere else because my body kind of hurts and I'm cold. Bleh.
Oh well, tomorrow I'm going home! The last time before we must leave the house and my last physical tie to Nipomo is gone forever. Hmmm. I'm really looking forward to it, as bittersweet as it may be.
And then when I come back, my life starts again in San Francisco. Hopefully I'll be no longer sick. Other than that I look forward to what the future may hold.

I seem to be

one of those people that goes out. I've done it nearly every night this week. It's kind of amazing. Oh, to be a normal teenager. Is this what it's like? Because I rather enjoy it.

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A lot of fun things have happened. One of the not-so-fun but, exhilarating things that happened was that I became a fugitive on the run from MUNI police. I've taken to riding public transportation without a pass which can lead to a ticket in most cases. But, after a run in with a boy in blue at Powell station, some quick thinking and even quicker feet saved me from the loathsome fate of paying a ridiculous chunk of money to the city of San Francisco. Ha!
Afterwards, my Wife and I went out clubbing, ran into some friends and left early to catch the last train back home. T'was fun.
So, the days are usually: Practicing, Gymming, And then hanging out with friends. Good times.

I have everything I need

And a lot of the things that I want.
I flashed on that today as I walked home from the grocery store. It's comforting, a little. Of course something inside me screams out about everything that I want and don't have. But, it's really not about getting those things because as soon as I do, something else will rise to take their place as another unattainable thing to strive for. Funny how my life is working out at the moment. It may regress but, I don't see anything in the future and anyways I'd like to live in the moment. It's a lot easier to realize that life isn't so bad now that life isn't so bad.

Summer days

Each one is its own isolated event. It's kind of interesting. I definitely feel as though the previous, unpleasant chapter of my life has closed. I'm moving on to bigger and better things. Case in point: I've taken to practicing and going to the gym every day. While these things don't necessarily mean anything about my quality of life in the future, they do mean that I am working towards goals that I would like to achieve and not just wallowing miserably waiting for something good to happen. I'd like to avoid that, if possible.
I've also started hanging out with friends. There are so many hours in the day when you don't have to work! It's quite refreshing. I think I'm going to take up a new hobby or something.

Unproductively doing a lot

That's how I feel a majority of the time lately. Today I went grocery shopping, practiced and worked out for a little bit. Yet, I still feel like I wasted a lot of the day. Maybe I just have to get used to having all of this free time. It feels a little like a vacation. Strange. Even when school starts I still think that not working will make my life so much easier.
Hm. I find motivation for blogging is more difficult to come by. It was all I could do a few months ago to expel some of my emotions. Now, I seem to have less? Or they are just less intense. Or I've forgotten them somehow. If only I could forget entirely. At least the bad ones. Even in this idyllic purgatory I can still feel them sort of lurking in the background. Oh well, can't complain. Or rather I could but I won't because it's better to focus on all of the good in my life.

Nothing to do

And it's awesome. I went to a barbecue today. That is all.

Sigh

of contentment for the most part. I seem to have been sighing a lot recently. Mostly sighs of "what the fuck is next?" For the past two months I've wondered "where do I go from here?"
In the past that might have meant something unpleasant, or something I'm not looking forward to. Now, it's not so bad. My grades have slowly trickled their way into the official records. Everything so far is as expected. Every time I check for something, I remember that I have passed all of my classes. It's just a matter of what passing grade I received. I'm proud of myself more than anything. I made it through the semester, taking 23 units, dealing with housing situations, emotional hell and I fucking won.
So, now I can kick back and breathe a sigh of contentment. I might be tired or bored or whatever else but, now that I don't have to go to school or work I can finally relax. Until summer school, at least.