i wonder if i'm the only one in the world that thinks american media is one sided. i'm at work n-ow so this should give an indication as to what i am (not) doing. it's frusting but what the f am i going to do. no job = no money. no money = unpaid bills. unpaid bills = lots of debt. lots of debt = no more paul. so i guess i'm selling out for now. what ever happened to interesting jobs like writing stories. designing buildings. making music. oh well. it's all about the benjamins baby.
that 70s show provides the smartest dialogue on television...no discussion.
turkey thanks is celebrated next week...and like the true nostalgic person i am i harp back onto what i was doing this time last year...
i think i was taking mid-term exams and hopelessly pulling all nighters (java my friend) and going into class with sub-one hour sleep sessions. it sucked but i wouldn't trade those experiences for the world. i remember cramming the night before the exam and i was able to enjoy one of the benefits of living in philadelphia...the everpresent 315 in the morning car alarm...that didn't stop. seriously, that fucking alarm was still on by the time i left for my 8am class. i was also a little lost..with my post-collegiate plans...my lack of strategy and drive. that was my turning point and now look...i am doing high-finance and living in delaware. fuck i should have slept the rest of the year. oh well no time for complaining. i'm one of those complainers who complains but never really tries to do anything about it. i'm the worst kind. you just want to tell me to shut the fuck up and DO SOMETHING!!!! the turkey did taste really good though that weekend.
spent some time with the parents this weekend. it was nice to chat it up and argue it up with my parents. they're the best. they don't mind if i nap in the middle of the afternoon and drool all over their couch. it sucks that i'm only 20 minutes away and i don't see them often...at least not as much as i feel i should.
thankfully the fucking hockey season is over in december. it's funny how things you once thought were fun...turn on you. sorry that was a bit fight club-esque of me to say that shit. imagine if i started my own fight club. that would indeed stir things up a bit at 19809.
ah...aside from my distaste from 7-5....i'm good otherwise. i've been told that my conversation skills suck ass...which is a fair criticism. i'll try to work on that...notice i said try.
rain is good. we're approaching number six. she's good to me...and i think i'm good to her. we're good for each other. though we're apart during the week, i feel like she's by my side...albeit not physically...but hearing her voice and looking at her face (in the pictures)...is a wonderful thing, though being next to her is the greatest. from monday through friday it suffice and helps me get through the mundane resin left during the week. ah how i wish everyday was the weekend...then i'd see her all the time. until nyc arrives to me...let me just give my paycheck to verizon and sprintpcs. bleh. i do love you so. you make my heart sing...you know one of those really really good love songs...like "heaven" or "ribbon in the sky" or "at last" or "let's stay together" or "trulymadlydeeply". your my sweetness.
read great expectations and watch cruel intentions
listen to some jack johnson and the new coldplay
you should think about accepting differences and realizing that love makes the world go round.
ah....sweet november....the world is halfway through your sweetness.
(sorry that was my thoreau/waldenesque moment)
i think i understand what people mean when they say cleaning and rearranging things around the house is therapeutic. not that i needed it, but since it came to me i accepted. i highly recommend it to anyone who's stressed out.
living away from the big city (philly or nyc) makes me appreciate it more and more. let's face it the burbs, especiallly in DE, suck. i can get up at 3am and get a sandwich from a corner deli, if i so wished. nor could i call up some friends to go play pool and drink beers until last call (in nyc it's 5am). i don't want to sound like i'm complaining. anyways i wanted to rant about that.
i went back to ihouse the other night...yo tob i stayed at your old pad. if walls could talk right...
it's really strange to observe the changes that occurred since my departure from philly. the people, administration, and the building are all different. very odd but then again i think it would bother me more if everything was exactly the same. progression is good.
working my way back to the city topic. it's just nice to be surrounded by diversity...something not found here in DE. i guess i'm getting used to it, that doesn't mean i like or will stand for it much longer.
maybe it's cause i'm missing d. she means a lot to me and not having her around, well it sucks. i hope she knows i miss her face, laugh, smile, heart, soul, and love. i can't always drive to see you and you can't always drive to see me. it doesn't mean my love or your love isn't always present. i guess for me it transcends a physical presence. we're so far above that; what we have is indescribable and unparalleled by anything in this world. i love you babes.
i need to move to a big city. and buy bagels from a deli, not a superfresh.
going to play some soccer now.
paul
