I Call This Place My Own

I dunno what it is, but ever since I moved I've been noticing a lot more real-world things.

I mean, let's be honest here: I don't care as much as I should about the real world. I am thinking about stories most of the time, if I'm not writing them or reading them. Throughout most of school I could not get properly motivated to actually work for my grades, because I just didn't care (not that you can really tell; thank God for good cramming skills). Even this summer, when I was all like "SHIT SHIT I'M MOVING SHIT," I still didn't work that hard to find a job.

And I never knew my neighborhood that well, aside from where the good eating joints were; I knew downtown St. Louis even less, despite my university being pretty damn close to it.

But here, I'm like...out and about, and things. I can't stand staying inside all day (yes, that's odd for me, I know, sad); I love going places; I'm intensely interested in the city itself, what's there and how to get to it, making sure I learn something new every day. I introduced myself to my next-door neighbors who are just moving in today. And I've started reading a whole ton of political shit.

I don't know if it's a sign of my growing up, or if it's just that I have all of two friends out here and it makes me desperate to engage in conversation. It's very weird, though.

My emails are apparently not getting sent. This is distressing. It's never happened with my two main gmail accounts, that I know of, but this new one, my "professional" one, keeps not sending things. However, finding this out made me feel a little better about the lack of response I've been getting to my emails. Odds are only half of them sent! So it's not that people are just ignoring me, yay.

Now, have some random thoughts:

( On Wicked--spoilers for the musical. )

( On music. )

Can we see that the unemployment is starting to eat at my sanity, YES WE CAN.

In further news, Venture Bros. is fucking awesome.