My brain is fried.

I wish I could jumpstart my brain like a car battery.  The synapses are just not working right now.  I hate the mornings. UGH.

So much has happened since my last entry.  From getting kicked out, to losing the sublet and not having a place to live, to getting the sublet again, to turning 25, to drinking practically every night for two weeks straight.  No wonder my brain is fried.

I’m at work right now and I am the epitome of the word UNMOTIVATED.  I really need to start looking for a new job because sooner or later people are going to notice that I am being a complete slacker-ass.  Sigh.  I hate that feeling.

It feels good to write.  It’s not work-related but at least I feel the slightest bit productive right now.  Maybe this can help the blood start pumping back into my head.  God I hate getting up early.  Working the 8-5 is such a joke because I don’t even start becoming functional until 11 a.m.  It’s pretty dumb.

Michael and I have agreed to be friends.  Which is great — I really didn’t want things to get hostile between us.  Although I think the chances of us getting back together are pretty much nil.

I’ve also started casually seeing this guy — the guy who works the door at the Eastlake Zoo.  I am starting to really like him, which scares the shit out of me.  This is NOT a good time for me in my life to get my feelings hurt, so I’m trying to be mindful of that.  It’s funny because he is extremely different from any guy I’ve dated before, and so I’m kind of dumbstruck whenever I’m around him.  I don’t know what to say or how to act.  I become really shy.  I feel like I’m in middle school all over again.  <sarcasm>How I love to relive those days!!</sarcasm>

I really love my current living situation, it feels like a vacation rental.  It’s a roomy studio with a small kitchen and cute little eating nook.  It’s a very peaceful place to be, and awesome because I don’t have a dog barking and jumping on me every two seconds!  The sucky thing is that I have to find a real place to live for September and onwards.  The housing search begins again.  Sigh.

Ok I think that’s enough rambling for now.  My brain feels a little bit better.  I may run to Starbucks to get some fresh air and a snack.  I need all the help I can get.

~ by scriblscrabl on July 29, 2008.