imwithjonas's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Choices ChoicesWe just read Homer’s The Iliad in Western Lit. A friend of mine pointed out that we must all, to some extent, make the choice that Achilles makes. Namely, would it be better to live a long and quiet life, or to go out in that proverbial blaze of glory, famous and likely unhappy? I have to say, I subscribe to the "grass is greener" train of thought. I'm living the quiet, unassuming life of the common masses. Given the choice, I would have to take the other side of the coin. I mean, I can't pass up a chance at fame and glory, no matter how it would end. The adoration of flocks of people definitely has a certain appeal. Also, I'd like to have lots of money. Deep down, I really am that shallow. For now, I just want an apartment. I think my stint as a professional caregiver is drawing quickly to a close. I can't handle my employer's perpetual cheeriness. I can't take all her cutesy talk. Basically, I've been coming pretty friggin' close to slapping her every day. The whole situation doesn't really work out with college, either. Her schedule completely throws off any time I have to do things. I can't get another job because I have to work around her. I can't go to half the meetings I'd like. I can't stay out late, and by late I mean after about 10 p.m. A regular job would be much more flexible just because it's not all spaced out. I'd work a certain number of hours on a certain number of days. I could get a day off to do anything special that I have an interest in. I don't like having someone so utterly dependant on me. So, I'm getting out of this sinking ship as quick as I can. But everyone should be psyched about my hypothetical apartment. EVERYONE. See, I'm hoping I can get out of here and into a new place just before Halloween. Then the first thing I'm doing is having a party. I would say throwing a party, but I don't think I'm quite cool enough to say things like that. I'll have to get all my much cooler/socially adept friends in on that. After that, anyone is welcome my place anytime. I can make all my buddies from back home come to NoWhere and hang out with me! Woo! Now I'm just trying to balance price and location. See, while NoWhere is so exceptionally small that you would think it doesn't have sides, it does. It supposedly has a pretty bad "bad side." So I'm trying to decide if I'm willing to live there. Cause they've got some cheap as hell apartments out that way. And I'm not that concerned for my personal safety. Now, I'm a little worried about robbery, but not so much about assault. I'll have to ask the natives that I've befriended just how bad the East Side really is. As soon as I get moved out of this place, I should be able to manage at least a semi-lucrative job somewhere abouts. Yet another of my illustrious English friends (that's the class, not the nationality) recommended that I apply at America's Favorite Retail Department Store. They'll start hiring for the Christmas rush soon. I'll take money wherever I can get it. If I have to take to pilfering the bodies of dead hobos, well, so be it. I guess this has been a bad week in a lot of ways. I don't really feel bad because of it, unless I think about it a great deal. But things have just kind of compounded. It's like every morning I wake up a little more tired. Every time I have to life Grace she seems a little heavier. Every time I force myself to smile it gets a little harder. Which, of course, means that my mother was write and I really really really really shouldn't have ditched the drugs this time around. But I should be able to get back on them soon enough that I won't completely go off the deep end or anything. That depends, however, on the general competency of the people I'm dealing with. So. It could go either way, eh guys? Ah, before I forget, I started a blog! Woo! If you just can't get enough of this trash, make sure to check out about a girl squared, the best place to find out what's currently entertaining me! Woo! Go! Now! 10:15 p.m. - September 11, 2004 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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