Jeans and Sneakers

I’ve decided that I want to write more often. I used to write in my livejournal every day. That pretty much stopped at some point in the last two and a half years, and it’s something I sort of miss doing, and definitely miss when I’m trying to look up exactly when something occurred in my life.

This should prove interesting though, because the reason I don’t write often is that I don’t typically think I have anything worth writing about. Which is of course, not true. I have thoughts every day that I think, fleetingly, “wow I should write this down,” or “I should write about this in my blog,” but I never do. So I think that if I make myself write every day, or at least every other day, I’ll get back into the habit of writing things down, and I’ll actually have things to write about. Also it might help regulate my day, since right now, the only thing that I’ve got to do is wake up, check my email and other blogs I read at some point, eat at some point, look for jobs at some point (but usually after noon, and typically after 5pm, cause that’s when almost everyone posts.), and keep myself occupied until I’m tired.

Which is why my sleep schedule is rolling over again. I woke up around 3pm today and only because Rob woke me up. I went to sleep last night/this morning around 7am. So tomorrow I’m going to set my alarm clock. Tonight when I get home I’m going to clean the room so that maybe, just maybe, tomorrow when I wake up I’ll do some yoga on a nice freshly vaccuumed floor. Or some situps.

So I have this weird urge to buy land. It’s really strange, mostly because I haven’t got a job, or any money saved up at all, so there’s really no possible way that I *could* buy land. But I want like, a cabin, or a house, out in the country somewhere. Maybe it’s forced hermit-ism coming on as a reaction to my roomate and his stupid girlfriend. I don’t know. But I want to buy some land in the middle of nowhere, and have a house on it, and go and live there for awhile. Eat food that I have to cook because there ARE no places to order from. Ebay’s got some houses for sale in Buffalo, NY for between $4-5k, but I’m not looking to buy one. Everything else in NY, even upstate NY where I used to live and go to school, out in the middle of nowhere, is WAY way way way out of any feasible dream I could have of owning. Besides the fact that I’ve got no job and no savings, I also have bad credit from when I couldn’t get a job and pay off my credit cards when I went to college. . . At least I don’t have any stupid high interest cards now. I’m pretty much just waiting until the ones I’ve paid off fall off of my credit report. One of the worst ones should come off in a year or two.

But yeah, I want land. Or property. A house. Someplace where I belong and where I don’t have to put up with someone forcing a person in my life all the freaking time when I don’t want them there.