I apologize to you, my minimal viewers who are all friends of mine and don't even read this, (why do I keep writing? My guess is my odd sense of narcissistic masochism), that I have not updated in so long. I have had many thoughts on what to update about and have meant to tell you so many things, but alas. I am lazy.
Though in my defense I do have a job, a social life (shudder,gasp! "In Fresno???"), a(nother masochistic) desire to frequent the gym, and a long list of to-do's which include apply for 5-6 different grad schools, 4-5 different major scholarships, begin outlining my senior thesis, and make sure that I am listening to at least one podcast a day and reading minimally 7 plays a week (thank you, Dr. Y for those last few requirements on my time). And to top it all off I met someone on Saturday (to keep a long, over told story short, things with MC did not work out so well) and now I have this ridiculous (and totally typical of me) urge to think about him more than is necessary and answer his many text messages. Damn you, Fate! Just when I am ready to sever ties with this wretched city I call my hometown, you throw another, unexpected noose around me in that shape of my greatest weakness - a charming, nice, good-looking member of the opposite sex.
I suppose my complaints are futile, though, considering there are many out there who are less fortunate than me who would cry "Were I only that employed! That busy! That connected to a man! That well-connected that I would even consider graduate school!" were they forced to partake in reading or listening to my troubles.
And so I continually trudge through life - that slow march of the exceedingly blessed victim, who is simultaneously so often unaware of their good fortune and so in love with misery that they have the gall to complain about their small troubles, frittering away their right to good fortune.
