| alexthegreater ( @ 2007-06-24 20:47:00 |
Well, once again I haven't updated thing thing in quite a while, not since I got back to the states. So far the Summer is going OK. I have a job at least, though its only part-time. They needed some office help at the athletic club my mom works at, and since I worked there years ago and knew how to do everything, they hired me for the summer. The work itself is pretty boring, but it's easy and the pay is pretty good for part time work.
I've also started working out routinely, about 5 days a week or so, though only 3 of those are weightlifting. I'm also trying to eat more and I'm even seeing a personal trainer once a week to help me get started. It's going well, though I still feel goofy when I am doing it. At least it helps me feel a little bit better about myself.
Last weekend I visited Richard in Key West, and that was pretty nifty. We spent a lot of time biking around the island, going to the beaches, eating, and going out at night. It was a fun time. I had only been to the Keys once before, and that was many years ago, so it was really nice to see the islands. Plus, it was great hanging out with Richard.
But even though things seem like they are going well, I'm feeling pretty down. Some days are OK, but on others I feel really depressed. I'm still not fully over what happened between Story and myself, but that's only half of the picture. I just don't know what I am doing anymore. In a few months I will be finished up with grad school, but that does not thrill me at all. Hell, at some point I stopped caring about my studies at all and now all I want is that piece of paper so that the last year and a half of my life wasn't a total waste. And when I am done with school, what then? Where will I go? I have no idea. It feels just like when I was graduating from New College two years ago. And on top of that I feel really lonely and isolated. So yeah, things are not really going that great. I'm trying to stay positive, to tell myself things will get better, that I will meet new people, but it's hard. I hate being alone and being lonely. And I do have friends and and all, but those that I have are mostly scattered across the state and far away. So yeah, that's what been going on in my life the past couple of weeks.
I've also started working out routinely, about 5 days a week or so, though only 3 of those are weightlifting. I'm also trying to eat more and I'm even seeing a personal trainer once a week to help me get started. It's going well, though I still feel goofy when I am doing it. At least it helps me feel a little bit better about myself.
Last weekend I visited Richard in Key West, and that was pretty nifty. We spent a lot of time biking around the island, going to the beaches, eating, and going out at night. It was a fun time. I had only been to the Keys once before, and that was many years ago, so it was really nice to see the islands. Plus, it was great hanging out with Richard.
But even though things seem like they are going well, I'm feeling pretty down. Some days are OK, but on others I feel really depressed. I'm still not fully over what happened between Story and myself, but that's only half of the picture. I just don't know what I am doing anymore. In a few months I will be finished up with grad school, but that does not thrill me at all. Hell, at some point I stopped caring about my studies at all and now all I want is that piece of paper so that the last year and a half of my life wasn't a total waste. And when I am done with school, what then? Where will I go? I have no idea. It feels just like when I was graduating from New College two years ago. And on top of that I feel really lonely and isolated. So yeah, things are not really going that great. I'm trying to stay positive, to tell myself things will get better, that I will meet new people, but it's hard. I hate being alone and being lonely. And I do have friends and and all, but those that I have are mostly scattered across the state and far away. So yeah, that's what been going on in my life the past couple of weeks.