wishing there was more.

My holiday weekend didn't turn out the way I was hoping it'd turn out. But you know the old saying: don't count your chickens before they hatch. At least I got to eat a little turkey at Katherine's mom's house in Jersey and I got to spend the weekend with my cat and dog...they are my immediate family.
Anyway. Nothing special has been going on. There's work, which is going as well as it can be going right now. Lately, I've been thinking a lot about where I want my career to go. The thing is, it can't really go anywhere until I have money saved up to start up my ideas. Meh. It's nice to think about the future, but at the same time it's a bad thing to do.
I get a week off for Christmas. I don't know what to do with it. I don't really know if I want to visit home in Louisiana. I'd love to see my parents, but I'd rather save the money that I would be spending on a plane ticket for my future plans.
It's cold in my apartment. The heat is regulated by the landlord, and right now, it's not up very high. At least it beats the Trinity where the heat just never worked.

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It's almost hard for me to believe that I let an entire month slip by without so much as one sentence to account for the time that has passed.
Well, to recap: October was a pleasant month. I have been at my job for over a month and it's good to me. But unfortunately, the days are getting shorter and the weekend weather is always a gamble. All my spare time goes by rather quickly.
What's funny is that Roxanne moved to Philadelphia not that long ago – less than two weeks ago, and I haven't had the time to go see her. She lives way down in south south south Philly. I shall see about visiting her tomorrow.

The person who lives above me is having sex right now. I hate how I'm a sound voyeur at this moment. It's not like I can help it. I mean, I guess I could turn up my music but then it wouldn't be this comfortable level which it is at currently. This is actually the second time I've heard them banging up there. It's strangely a combination of uncomfortable and intriguing. You start to wonder if you sound like that girl up there. You realize that when it's not you making those sounds, it's really annoying. And like now, in the less-than-two minutes that it took me to type that out, you wonder if he came too soon because all the noise has ceased.

I'm at a nice point right now. Are there things I would've done differently?...yeah, absolutely. But then I wouldn't be where I'm at today. I would've done a lot of things differently, but there's absolutely no point in thinking of what could/should/would've happened. The only thing to do is to continue making it up as you go along, eh? Eh.