Ten days later

And so much to share. And I'm a better blogger drunk. Or so I think. So let me turn on my itunes, and get to the update.

Listening to: Motion City Soundtrack "Feels like Rain"

Anyway. So tonight I went to a birthday party for this girl that I haven't seen in months. Mostly because she pissed me off. Nevertheless, I went. I had a good time, despite all my good intentions. I mean, let's be honest. Liquor me up, I'm going to have a good time. And a good time I had. And I think I actually made a couple of friends there, even more exciting.

And tomorrow is more awkward social scenes. That's just my thing, apparently. I'm going to a wedding in Austin with a friend of mine. OK, here's what I need to do. I think I'm going to go and make a completely fool of myself. Because, really, there's only so many place that I'm willing to do such a thing. And really, a wedding in Austin should be one of those places. If I had time, I would go rent Wedding Crashers for inspiration. Alas. Not enough time at this point. How sad.

Listening to: The Wallflowers "We're Already There"

And no, you don't have this CD. Everyone grew out of Wallflowers after Bringing Down the Horse. And yet. I have every CD since then. And I actually buy them, because no one else I know still likes them. And actually, I kind of hate this CD, but they're my band, so what can you do.

I'm not sure if I like it here. Dallas has potential. But if my life continues like it has the last week, which means, busy, but not particularly exciting, random happy hours with friends of mine, but nothing thrilling, I think I might go crazy. There must be more. There's got to be something more. Perhaps I need to work on something more. Or, maybe I just need to adjust my expectations. Anyway, something's got to give.

Isn't it always the way?

Another week

I think I need to start updating this at work. I don't know if I can update on demand.

So. I think life used to be simpler. Well, maybe not simpler. Maybe just tracked. Beginnings. Endings. I don't know if I'm adapting well to this life-opening-up in front of me thing. Maybe adapting's not the right word. Because I adapt. People adapt. If you live, you adapt. Without full-fledged rebellion, you adapt.

Anyway. Whether or not you adapt, I adapt. I picked a present, for better, for worse. I'm in Dallas. I'm in a somewhat miserable living situation (accept that I'm a little over-dramatic when I blog), but that's going to be fixed within the month (thank the blessed jesus).

OK. So maybe I haven't picked a present. Maybe I'm still in limbo. I guess a job and a living situation isn't choosing your present. Decisions must be made. Instead, I tread water.

I've read some sort of article about how, nowadays, consumers are overwhelmed. Choices galore. Consumers are actually happier if their choices are limited somewhat. Too many cell phones is no good; people would rather decide between 10.

Maybe that's where I'm at.

Still here

And I'm actually feeling guilty that I haven't blogged in a while. That may be a good thing.

This acquaintance of mine that I don't even like, V.M., recently blogged on how his life is like a house in response to a genuinely compelling and interesting query. (Just joking, V.). I, for one, do hope that my life is not like a house. I just got done explaining to someone how I definitely could not handle the idea of buying a house right now. A house is long term. A house is commitment. I don't know what I'm doing next weekend; the idea of picking curtains would drive me mad.

So, V.M., you're a house, I'm an apartment. And I'm probably some trashy-ass apartment that was once probably used as an opium den. But that's OK!

Actually, it's pretty gross. Man. Maybe I should invest in a house. Eh.