Restless

It's July 26th. I have exactly one month left as a 22-year-old. How did the years pass by so quickly? I feel like I'm running out of time even though that can't possibly be the case. I'm not even that old, but I feel like I need to get cracking on all the fun, semi-reckless things I want to do while I still have my youth as an excuse for my irrational behavior and bad choices. I guess I've been feeling a little restless lately, and restlessness usually leads to a yearning to indulge in impetuous behavior. Usually, I can alleviate the need for change by doing something small -- like chopping off my hair. But since my hair is already pretty short, I've got no outlet. I guess I could try anyway, but I think I'd probably just end up looking like a boy, and that's not going to help. Maybe I should move to NYC with Gracie. That would definitely be a change.

Maybe I'm just jealous because Sharonita is off traipsing around Italy and Eddie is island-hopping in Greece. My Europe roomie IMed me the other day and asked if I wanted to go again next year, because it's hard to find people with whom you travel well. My answer? Heck yeah!!

I MISS Europe!! And I want a dog! Random, huh? But still true. There's this dog at work -- soooo cute! He's like a little ewok dog. He doesn't look real; he looks like a muppet!

I want!

Maybe I should stop being such a brat and focus on all the things I need to get done like taking all those silly little tests so I can go to grad school or business school -- instead of all this other stuff.

Maybe I shouldn't drive to Fillmore just to fulfill a Coffee Bean craving because drinking coffee at night keeps me up, so I have more time to think about what I am unhappy with in my life.

Maybe I should just go to bed so that I can wake up and have a good workout tomorrow morning instead of sitting here in front of this computer bitching about silly things ... =P