Impartiality of Obsessions

I can’t seem to focus in one direction anymore…my mind races indiscriminately; too many thoughts, too many ideas, too many miseries.

I’ve complained too much about school already, and I’m tired of hearing myself talk about it. I’m done this Saturday, but it would be nice to have another weekend to decompress before China.

China…CHINA! WTF was I thinking? I’ve got close to $3000 wrapped up in this trip. Sure I’ll probably love it or whatever, but I have travel anxieties…particularly that of homesickness. On the third day will I see the remainder of the trip as a long haul? Or will it go by in the blink of an eye? Tsing-Tao is served at every meal and restaurants, and I’ll be drinking lots of that.

All this talk has made me want General Tso’s and crab rangoons..

Old friends, old problems; new friends, new problems. Scenery changes, but the stories are always the same.

Boring flatulence of adulthood. You’re not the first people on Earth to have kids you know. I’m not particularly interested in having any of my own right now…my dog puts out enough offensive odors. Then again, there’s that thin line between non-conformity and douchebaggery. Weddings should be more like Roman Gladiator events. Then again, they kind of are. You’re thrown into a pit and every eye is on you, and you know that someone probably has money riding on your success or failure. I bet the food is better. Thanks for coming out. I really didn’t want to invite you, but we needed the stuff on the registry.

I’d still prefer to spend my weekends leaning on fenders and sucking down good old American beer and be surrounded by intelligent people who make sense more often than not. I’ve seen that disappear from people right in front of my eyes. Scary shit.

Spring is finally here.