- Mood:
Isolated - Listening to: nothing
- Reading: The Subtle Knife
- Watching: Battlestar Galactica season 4
- Playing: nothing
- Eating: Macaroni and Cheese
- Drinking: I'm going to Grab a coffee now
I'll be honest, I don't much prefer summer. For reasons stated previously in my other journal. However when I wrote that, I hadn't know where I was going to be or what I was going to be doing.
I'm living about 5 hours from home, in a place called Prescott, which is just shy of Cornwall (where I was born actually) and I'm rather bored most of the time. All of my friends are back at home and I miss them, it's been just over a month since I have been here, 4 paychecks worth of time actually, and I counted that I have 16-17 weeks of total time to be here. I took the offer because the money was good, but it has solidified in my mind how happy I am to have my chosen career. Every other job seems so lackluster and pointless now, I'm truly unhappy about the situation I'm in. If it weren't for the monetary need, i'd probably go home. Saying such, home isn't even where I want to be. I just want to be in close approximation to the people that make me happy, it's a selfish want really. I have grown out of the experiences which were so predominant in my earlier life, that the same joys and activities which brought so much happiness to my life in previous years have become dull and a waste of precious resources and time. My friend, one of my best in fact and I'd say would be my best friend, is still entrenched in this lifestyle and I can't seem to take part in it any longer. I never thought i'd give up a friendship because of different ideals, and I haven't yet. I'm concerned that I may not be a friend of his for a long period of time, that perhaps i've outgrown him, or my lifestyle and choices are different. It's odd what happens as you grow older. The typical experiences that you sought after for so long lose merit, and you find your taste for these things is no more. I'm more inclined now to have a relaxing coffee and a sit down and talk with those of like minds. I prefer the company of one or two others who will make me laugh and enjoy the day with a few simple words, rather than the ramblings of an overcrowded hot spot of pent up sexual frustrations, where the only utterances of intelligence are derived from the ultimate goal of releasing said pent up frustrations. I've changed in the last year, and this last month has proven it to me. So as of now i'm counting down to my release from this little nightmare I call summer, and to my escape back into the world i've come to love.
13 weeks 3 days and counting