That could apply to a number of things. Life, first and foremost. Somehow, I'm still on this planet although I'm constantly under the gun of my own mortality, driving cars, riding horses, over-imbibing on occasion, eating raw fish, microwaving my food, foregoing sunscreen, and whatever else is an obvious ticking time bomb in my daily grind.
Then there is ye old yob hunt, still in effect. So far, I've hit three interviews, been turned down by two, I have another scheduled for tomorrow, and a few prospects in lingo after a highly successful job fair. I scored my latest interview by filling out an online bartending application in a way that I thought no one would call. Has anyone ever called you and addressed you by your college nickname NiCoolio asking for a job interview? No? Oh right. That would be me. I guess sometimes being a general a-hole pays off, or at least makes some people laugh and think I might be good at working for and around drunk people. I know. I'm awesome.
So I havent given up on that either. Although this is by far the longest time I've ever had to sit on my ass and "do nothing" so to speak.
What else have I not given up on? Ah yes. Blogging. Unfortunately for you, you're still reading this. It's not even funny anymore but somehow your life has pulled you in this direction. Why? I dont know. But I'll appreciate your going along with my incessant need for attention.
And that need has sufficently dwindled since coming back to a civilization that is overrun with real-live human beings. I'm not forced into the awkward Bostonian relations of "Hello, I'm from Colorado, nice to meet you, please buy me a drink". Although I do miss a number of things about Boston.
The first and foremost of which is my freedom. Freedom. In all of its glory. I mean, Boston could be considered a sort of birthplace of freedom as a type of national ideal. I drank in the same bar that Paul Revere once frequented, err, at least it had the same name. I walked the cobblestone streets of JFK's childhood. I even touched the same phone that Matt Damon once did in Good Will Hunting. I'm practically famous.
What was I talking about? I dont really know. Except that I've been in living limbo for about a month now and my back has something to say about it. My mom's futon isnt particularly comfortable and I hate crashing on couches unless I'm obliterated enough to think the big pillows crowding one side of me are actually another human being that wants to cuddle. That rarely happens these days, and I'd like to add that it has been an overwhelmingly party-free presence since I landed in the Rocky Mountain state.
What I'm trying to say is that I miss having my own place. My own agenda. My own way of going throughout my day. There isnt much I can do for myself other than keep job hunting and harbor anger against AmeriCorps for taking so long to deposit my relocation check into my overdrawn account. I'm looking forward to making Denver my own city and not the city of couches. Which might not be a bad sequel to that movie City of Angels, minus Nick Cage, because if there is one actor that I truly TRULY hate, it's that guy. Also, Meg Ryan is a bimbo. And if it werent for the song "Uninvited" by Alanis Morisette, that whole movie would be a waste of time. In fact, I dont even think I've ever seen it.
Oh man, it really is one of those days.
And with that, back to the daily grind of...whatever it is I've been doing.
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