November 05, 2001
Where's my ritalin and prozac?

Anyway, a friend of mine, agent M (as I now call her), just got pre-approved for a mortgage. My, my, my. A mortgage? Already? I would have thought we would continue renting for awhile... Boy, we're growing up, aren't we?

So what's next? Marriage? Kids? A green minivan with seating for seven?

When I saw an old high school buddy (who I hadn't seen for quite sometime), I was shocked that he had a receding hairline. *Gasp* I wasn't shocked about him having the receding hairline. I think I was more shocked because that made me realize how old we are getting.

I know. I know. 22 years is still young (as Cathy, Alice and Mike were reassuring me earlier). But here I am, sitting in my clean pajamas, reflecting on the past 22 years of my life. So what I have done for the past 22 years? I have come so far...but I've accomplished so little. I was writing a few personal statements last month, and I had to answer the "name one significant personal accomplishment that you are proud of" question.

Nothing came to mind.

So here I am, thinking of things I need to do for the next week. I'm checking off my to-do's in my Visor. So many more things to do before I graduate...but they're all useless little things. Not accomplishments. Just things that need to be done. Because they need to be done.

But things are looking better. I forsee huge changes in the coming year. So really, this is the calm before the storm. I guess. I'm looking forward to 2002 already. 2001 wasn't a bad year. Just that I can't wait for it to be all over.

Hmm. Why the hell am I in such a craptastic mood today? Ugh.

Gawd, this update is such a downer. Ok, I'll promise something brighter later this week.

Oh, before I go, I bought the Thievery Corporation "The Mirror Conspiracy" this weekend. Go take a listen to it. Awesome album! There. That made me happy.

Posted by Dave at November 05, 2001 01:18 PM
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