urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rhyskaRhyska's Musings...RhyskaRhyska2038-01-19T03:14:07Zurn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rhyska:46784Hrm...2038-01-19T03:14:07Z2038-01-19T03:14:07ZSaturday night...The first saturday night I've had off in ages and it's a bust. Should've gone to that girls night out I was invited too, 'cept that I'd have to be sober and pleasant come morning and I'm not too sure that would have happened. [grumbles] Darn job. [Grumbles some more] I need a life... Like bad. <br /><br />Have made some head way cleaning my room--man, does that sound bad. I have unearthed my desk and can now see it. It's amazing the amount of crap a person accumulates over a life time. Lots of stuff went to goodwill, some stuff I sold, and some just found their way into the garbage. It's harder letting go of the stuff I found from Japan. Or of my old sketches. I'm quite glad I found them intact. And yet there is still a small mountain of paper and old journals sitting on my desk...it's like the cleaning never ends.<br /><br />While I was airing out my room, I thought back on how I've dealt with people these last two years. I think I avoid them. Not sure why, but I can find all sorts of reasons not to hang out. Work is an ever popular excuse. Being broke is also an excellent excuse. Especially lately. Both my jobs are seasonal so my excuses are believable. But the stupid thing is, after I decline invitations to hang out with new people I've just met, I bitch about not having anything to do later. <br /><br />I can't believe how ridiculous I am.