New Movies

I just came back from seeing Girl Next Door. Wasn't a terrible movie but unfortunately quite predictable teeny bopper movie. I sat through it and realized this isn't my thing anymore. I've been doing that alot lately. I've looked at shit and said to myself this isn't me. I mean I really like to do it but it's not fun anymore.
One of my friends is still in school, getting his masters, yet has no job but can't turn in a paper on time. And when you have to back out because you are doing more important things, like writing a paper and turning it in early. He will bitch about constantly. I mean grow the fuck up. There are more important things in life then sitting around.

My suggestions to him:
1) Get a job, you need it. 2) Just finish you degree, get the fuck out of school and get a real job. Grow up, it's scary as hell but we all have to do it sometime. 3) Stop fucking around with people's feelings and minds. It's obvious to everyone but you don't want to admit it to yourself. She makes you happy, you started on the path of not fucking it up. Just need to walk a little bit further.

Tired

My tiredness is getting worse and worse. I'm hardly sleeping, well I do sleep but it's not even close to restful sleep. At one point my new bed was so comfortable, not anymore. It's difficult to sleep. Have I really made the write decision?? I think I did. I'm actually quite happy with everything. There are a few things that still bother me. I'm more comfortable in a setting of academia. I'm more relaxed, I still stress about money, but they are paying me slave wages. I'm surviving, I can still enjoy myself. I'm enjoying teaching, I'm more at ease with everything I enjoy going in, well almost everyday I do. There are a few days I have to pull myself from bed. Those days unformatted are increasing. It's harder for me to get out. I put on the fake smile like nothing is bothering me. Why are people so immature? I went out to dinner with a friend the other day. Pensacola is a decent sized city, there are a few people I wouldn't mind avoiding, and I've done a decent job so far. Of course I am not lucky that day. It's funny my feelings have been burned away yet there is still some pain. Of course she leaves as soon as I sit down. Childish, I did nothing, just walked by made eye contact for a second. It makes me think about other things. I miss her children. I mean they weren't even my children, I wonder what her daughter does, she a little over a year old now. Is she walking? Her son is almost three now, did he go through the "terrible" twos? He was a brilliant child, he would clean up when you asked him to, he didn't make much of a fuss. I still have a juice stain in my car.

I've rambled on to much for tonight.