Alright.
So here's the skinny:
I've been seriously slacking in allowing my imagination to roam as free as I'd like over the past number of months, maybe even years it feels like. I've such a want and a drive to take writing/photography seriously, yet keep having my time eaten away by work.
Yes, I have a job now, and have since April, actually. I'm really enjoying it, oddly enough. Wondering what it is yet? Maybe in a half-interested way. I'm doing Social Work (never thought I'd say that, honestly) essentially determining whether or not low income single parents/families are eligible to receive subsidized daycare. In a nutshell, I'm a pencil pusher. Although a lot if it is phone calls, which if you knew me at all know I tend to despise. I used to refuse to call pizza places to order just because it meant I had to make a phone call. Pretty sad, huh? Well, not anymore. I'm making around 30 to 50 calls a day, answering a bit here and there, along with lots of data entry.
Sound boring yet? It's not, at least not to me. I don't love it, but I enjoy the people I'm working with. Granted I am the youngest person in the building by literally about 10 years, with maybe a few exceptions. I've always had an old soul, but I like to think I bring a bit of life to that place.
So that's what has been on my plate for the past seven months or so. 8-5, Mon-Fri. 40 hrs a week. Weekends have been bars, bars, bars. For the most part, I've been making sure to have some lazy days in there as well, actually just beat Fallout: New Vegas the other day. (almost 40 hrs of total play time, I actually enjoyed it a lot more than Fallout 3, surprisingly)
Oh, and I've been working out. While I may have always convinced myself I would go or just said that I wanted to, now I actually am. Let me tell you something about it too; it feels fucking amazing. I have a chest now. My arms have actually grown with some decent amount of mass. I have longer endurance, and I'm only working out harder each time I go. Routine is a good thing, don't be fooled by others who think it's boring and repetitive, it's good to be sporadic, but routine can kick ass too.
Anyways, I'll hit this up later. Maybe even tonight. I need to go make some shrimp tacos for dinner (and for a pot luck lunch tomorrow at work) and then head over to the gym after that.
I'll tell you in another life when we are both cats...