New Life.

Three day weekend. Spent most of it recovering from being tired. I slept 12-14 hours thurs to fri then fri to sat then sat to sun. Nothing got done. I cleaned my room. Simply didn't make any thing I wanted to. I have time now, but I am mildly content just sitting and counting the minutes til I have to go to bed so I can wake up and go to work. I know I shouldn't be this way. I should just push myself and keep going, do what I planned to do, but I'm just recharging so I have no desire. I'm glad I have the place to myself. Makes me wish for my own place sooo bad. Perhaps next summer. Living with people is the worst thing ever.
Nice summer so far. Job's been pretty swell, though I wish I had more hours. I do nothing with my free time. Its a strange feeling. I am off at 430 or earlier monday through friday. I goto the gym, I am out by 730-800. Some days when I need to decide to go swimming/running/biking for an extra 30 minutes I tell myself "no" its getting too late. Too late for what? To go home and sit on my ass? I just don't follow through. Here is the weekend and a three day weekend at that, and if it were any shorter I would feel like I had no weekend at all and have that feeling of being waterboarded. I dunno, I think I just expect to have large chunks of time to be able to finish a project and when I don't I just don't start it since I know I won't finish. Some days I drink caffiene to give myself the jolt to get shit done. Usually never works unless I was already pumped to do it. I've picked myself apart like this before. It never changes anything. Never ever does. I am enjoying ATB's new album. I want my own gym. I want the money to goto school. I gotta fill out those papers. I think I will go do that now. Mail them out tomorrow. I just wish I could go to the top of a tall ass building, like the WTC and sit there and enjoy the weather. I wouldnt mind getting the itch for BASE jumping again. Well scratching the itch anyway.