Oh, yeah, I was going to write a journal entry, wasn't I?

[silveradept]

Not that anything important has happened or anything, but that I have a few leads here and there about possibilities. Perhaps the closer we get to the end of the month, the better we will understand what sort of job-like potential is possible for me. Sounds like 1 June is really the target time to shoot for. Hopefully by then, I will be employed.

I'm sure all this fretting about jobs is probably not very interesting to my reading populace, (then again, I conclude, probably somewhat rightly, that much of my life would not be interesting to my reading populace, and that they sift through the giant amounts of boring stuff to find an occasional nugget here and there. Or maybe I'm just being too hard on myself.) but it's probably superior to me fretting about how one part of me wants to have a mate and the other seems wholly disinterested in the matter. After all, you can give job advice.

Tonight was okay. Went to dinner with the roomies and some of their friends, but begged off from going to the dance club (I don't like dancing, just not my style.) and came home. This was after I ran around a bit (shouldn't be, because of my knee. Hopefully no serious repercussions follow) in a no-tackle rugby game. My sibs and parents got hit worse by the storms than I did. Was scary here, but at least we kept power. They didn't, and the company is saying Tuesday before power is restored fully. So my dear younger sister graduates from high school officially next week. Whoo-hoo! She can get out of that place too.

A little while longer, and I turn twenty-one. Yay. A little bit more to go before the United States community thinks that I'm a real adult. *sigh* I'm feeling a bit strange. Maybe it's just me being tired. But I'll probably wait up a bit to make sure that everybody arrives back at the apartment safely. Later-night television can't be all bad, can it? Or I'll nap. Who knows?

I miss having people around daily to talk to. Since I have no co-workers or classmates, really, there's nobody to unload my daily dosage of dinky problems onto to keep my spirits high. I guess I need conversation to think that I'm happy.

Enough moping. More napping. It always is better in the morning, after sleep, right?

Comments

[urbankotq.livejournal.com]

Used to be, you were an adult when you could support yourself by working. Now you are officially an adult at 21, because you can...drink alcohol legally.

Hmmmm.

[silveradept]

I dunno why that is, either. Although, by your current definition, I'm not very much of an adult at twenty...

[urbankotq.livejournal.com]

Don't worry, I was just pointing out something about American culture that deserves quite a bit of criticism.

[silveradept]

I can agree with that. At eighteen I have the right to vote in elections, to kill myself by smoking, to get killed fighting (voluntarily or otherwise) for the country, to view women exposing themselves or performing sex acts, but at twenty-one I can drink. Seems a bit odd, that's all.