bizarro

Ok, picture this scenario.
Drinking with your 82 year old grandma.
As well as discussing your lovelife, or lack thereof.
This was my afternoon. My mother decided to tell my grandmother that I would be dropping by today on my behalf without telling me of course. Until after the fact. But oh well, there was no hockey today, so I walked over. And almost the first thing she said to me, was asking me to go pick her up some more beer. She loves her beer, let me tell you. So I did, and ended up drink four of the six I picked up. And we discussed various family issues, including unfortunately, my baren lovelife. Nonetheless, it was alright, despite the fact that a few topics came up more than once, because once she starts drinking her memory goes kaput. Twas all a little awkward, but she's a sweet old lady.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to continue drinking because tomorrows a holiday.

Lost out on this highway..

So I was just watching "In Good Company" (corny I know), and it partly reminded me of my situation. Topher Grace's character anyways. I'm doing this job, because it's all I've known, the only job I've ever had. Though I'm nowhere near as successful, I don't really know what else there is that I'd want to do, but even if I did, I'd still have to grow some balls and get out there and do something new. I've been telling myself that I'm going to do that, and of course it still has yet to come to fruition. Not surprising really. I feel stuck in a rut, in this dead end job working with people I dislike, and completely directionless as to where my life will end up.

I always thought I'd live out the standard life. Go to college, get a job, get married, perhaps have kids. But here I am, a 23 year old college dropout, living at home, having no clue what I want to do with the rest of my life. And now I'd settle simply for direction, a purpose, even if I ended up poor and alone, at least I'd be doing something I wanted, and perhaps even loved. It seems for some it comes so easy, like they are born knowing where their life will lead them. Unfortunately it's not that way for all of us. Of course, some would say that it's not the destination, but the journey that matters.Whatever that means.

Greetings

Yes, my first official blog.
It's Friday, and I'm not working, which means 4 day weekend. Oh yes.
Made myself a nice big breakfast, and shall go out later and pick up some beer for the weekend.
I don't think I have anything else to say at the moment, hopefully the rest of the day will be more interesting.


Fall in love with me
And who I pretend to be
It's all one in the same
Isn't it?

But what's the difference
Neither one will stick around
To be there in the end
And in the end that's all that matters
So look away and don't look back
Pretend your eyes never met mine
And I'll pretend we had a moment in time