not ruling at life


By not ruling at life No Comments

My LiveJournal has definitely been suffering from my inability to express my recent experiences in words. I think this is mostly because not much happens to me, but I spend most of my time thinking and wondering about a multitude of things and people and places that have so little to do with one another, it would be virtually impossible to write a readable entry about any of them. There aren’t enough conjunctions in the English language for me to formulate coherent sentences about the countless thoughts that race through my brain. Plus, I hardly ever think about the same thing twice and never ever think about one thing for more than a few minutes, so I don’t know how I would be able to write any journal entries that weren’t hundreds of pages long.

If the above paragraph has confused you, I sincerely apologize, but I also take comfort in the fact that my thoughts have the same effect on your brain as they do on mine. I find myself doing the stupidest things sometimes and wonder if I’ve lost my mind. For instance, this evening, I wasted 35 minutes on iTunes searching for a song that I heard on the radio one time at 5:30 this morning — I couldn’t find it because not only was I unaware of the title or artist, I also had no clue what the lyrics were and couldn’t even recall the tune! It was obviously a song that was very, very important to me.

Anyway, I will try harder to focus and write more quality journal entries in the near future. I promise.

“Rollin’ Wit Tha Homies”

By fabio the hamster, not ruling at life 2 Comments

Yesterday I happened to be strolling through Delia’s in the Freehold mall and I came across a cute grey t-shirt with three hamsters on it. They were running in those rolly balls, and the shirt said, “Rollin’ Wit Tha Homies.” It was awesome. I wanted to buy it, but I opted not to because I have no money because I have no job because I have no direction in life. So, I just looked up at it for a few moments and sighed dreamily and thought of Fabio.

The grass is always greener…

By not ruling at life 6 Comments

I apologize for not being very entertaining these past few days. I have been pretty sick since returning to Jersey — 101 fever and all. I also didn’t want to write about the thought that keeps racing through my mind — Should I have left Vegas so soon? — for fear of sounding like a moron. Boy, am I indecisive.

It’s been like a scene from a bad movie — you know, where the guy turns on the TV and sees the same thing on every channel. It seems there are ads for Vegas hotels, job fairs in Vegas, movies about Vegas, and TV shows about Vegas everywhere. Not only that, but every celebrity I read about in a magazine or see on a talk show — they all keep mentioning Sin City. Hell, even The O.C. (a show about Orange County, California) is taking place in Las Vegas next week. I can not emphasize how much undue stress this is causing me. It is very frustrating.

Why did I leave again? It seems I can never remember my reasons for doing such stupid things. I’m sure there must have been some good reason. I know it wasn’t the palm trees. It couldn’t have been the weather. It wasn’t the tumbleweeds or all the pretty lights on the Strip. I was getting used to the traffic and I could have tried a little harder to find a job, even if it wasn’t exactly what I wanted to do. Perhaps I felt too far away from the ocean, but now that I’m near the ocean, I feel too far away from the mountains.

Do they make a pill to cure being a whiny, indecisive dumbass with no clue what to do next?

Back in Jersey

By new jersey, not ruling at life 3 Comments

My bed is too big and I keep sleeping late. When I wake up I feel all disoriented because I don’t hear yelling and running. There’s not much to be said for having an entire house to yourself. I could have shared a bunk bed with Sammy forever and I would have been happy.

I have no one to take shopping. Rob doesn’t talk through the movie and argue with me about how much popcorn he’s allowed to eat. There are no fights at the dinner table to mediate. There isn’t anyone outside my window playing basketball, swimming, or beeping horns on motorscooters. There are no kids running up to my room with their soda bottle caps, excited because they won me some free iTunes.

I don’t even have anything exciting or funny to write about. Mr. Turtle isn’t exactly the next Fabio.

There are no palm trees here, and there is no 80s station on the radio. I left my passionfruit iced tea bags in Vegas, and I miss my little cousins.