I’m supposed to be working on a paper right now. I don’t really have the motivation to do so. Thusly, I’m procrastinating, as I am wont to do. What I *should* be doing is writing a 5 page paper on Edmund Spenser’s “The Shepheardes Calender”. However, I’m really just not feeling it right now, so I’ll probably end up doing it before work tomorrow. I dunno. I haven’t been motivated to do a whole lot lately.
It’s not that I’m depressed. Granted, I have every reason to be as I just recently split with Jenouvie after almost 2 years of being happy. Came out of fucking nowhere, I tell ya. Whatever. While the whole fiasco thing was going on, I kinda had a feeling that it would come to this and prepared for the worst. I’m now pretty much over it. Although, whenever I see her on a social networking site or anything, I get these anxious pains in my stomach and it just hurts all over again. Despite this, I’m back to being happy with myself again and I’m hanging out with my friends more and getting back to the life I had before I met her. I’m counting my blessing really.
I’ve started contemplating moving out with Mafia within the next month or so. It all depends on where things go. I would like to move out of my parent’s place, but things could happen. For example, I’m right now trying to work up the gall to talk to this girl in my literary criticism class. The problem with this is that I’m not very good at striking up conversations with people I don’t know. What I’m banking on is some (very possibly misread) signals that she’s digging on me as much as I am her. We’ll see where that goes.
I’ve also tried to get back to writing more, which explains my last post that still has yet to top the popularity of my short story. I have yet to complete my far too ambitious musical project, having yet to accomplish a single movement. Though now, I would like to try to put some Elizabethan poetry to music. Just simple chords, but something I could sing/perform.
Speaking of which, Creggorz and I have decided to start practicing for open mics at Munchies Emporium (or however you spell it). We’re going to do this since Firefly has new, stupid-ass winter hours and got rid of their weekly open mics until it warms up, or something. We’ll probably end up playing next Thursday which would be pretty fucking jake.
Anyway, I need to get back to work. Läterz.
