Wow, it's been a while. Not much has happened between February 9th and now, just thought I'd let y'all know I'm still alive.
So...I've quit Summerstock The Rita Way: not showing up until everyone just assumes I've gone for good. I got an email today about my "resignation" and it made me terribly sad for one reason or another. I wish I could be more decisive. If I'd told Jim straight out that I was quitting, it wouldn't be so bad. But this way it feels involuntary, like I've let something good slip away from me and I didn't try hard enough to hold onto it. Or something. I think these weeks of isolating myself in a dark cement room are beginning to turn me into a real brooding art student. I've been letting go of my commitments, I forget the plans I make, I don't make an effort to see my friends or talk to people at school--all that matters is my art.
I've been pretty bummed out these days, so I'm sorry if I'm sounding a little depressive. My favourite person at work is having surgery done, and most likely won't be back once she recovers. My other favourite person will be going on sick leave, then maternity leave, pretty soon, so I probably won't be seeing her for a while either. There are no good shows on tv. I will never move out of this house. Crap.
I wanna go on a road trip to San Francisco.
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Hooray, you are alive. I like how pathetic it is that my form of contact with friends is via a blog, ladeda.
San Francisco seems swell, especially because they have a flock of parrots but yes, the author of one of the cooking blogs I read (yes, I am incredibly pathetic, blogs of all kinds, read I) lives there and it seems like they have access to so much good stuff, vegetarian foodfare wise. So yes, sign me up for a road trip to San Francisco.
I am avoiding saying anything about the other stuff because I dont really know what to say, but yes that evil regretness/indecisiveness is horrid.
Hermy
Oh wow Nomad, you're turning into me! Yeah, it probably would have been better if you had told Jim, but I do understand the INFP aversion to engaging anything that is going to result in unpleasantness, regardless of how horrible to consequences of not doing so might be. Bah! Just remember that things WILL get better, they always do in time. You'll have to move out someday, and San Francisco will still be there when you're in your mid-twenties when you have access to a car and some money :)
I'd come with you. We could wear flowers in our hair.
I want to go to San Francisco with you. We can scrounge the gutters for superballs.
I've always wanted to go there.
I'm sorry that things are looking down. That is said. You can have some of wulf's happathy.
k, lets go...rigth now...I would rather get lost on the road with the ones I love than be in stupid class...
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