Never in my life have I been as busy as I have been in the past few weeks, as in to the point where I think my head is going to explode if I don't take care of the things I've been neglecting because of said busy-ness.
The past six weeks I have been working two jobs (the Chiropractor and the Haircuttery), going into the city just about every other night/day, going to school (most of the time), and somehow sleeping. And the past two weeks have been even crazier because it's the end of the year and Eddas needs to be done. So, I've been busy.
Did I mention that I've been busy? Because I've been like sooo busy.
It's unfortunate that I have no tolerance for boredom. I think my parents would appreciate that, but because I don't I stress myself out and then crash and clean my room ( today).
I like being busy. There's always something to do, somewhere to go, people to meet, etc. Sitting at home does not appeal in the least. Perhaps if I had a place of my own, I'd have people over, throw dinner parties, pretend to have money, the usual; a las, I do not have any of the above and thus must make due.
My parents always freak out when I'm not home because they have this constant need to know what Amanda is doing, Where is she? Who is she with? Why isn't she home? Who are these people? Why don't we know them? Why hasn't she brought them by the house? etc. Then, to help them feel better they feel the need to call me every five minutes from midnight to whenever I get home. Sometimes I answer, sometimes I don't. I tell them where I'm going, and who I'm going with, but they still flip.
If you read my last posts you'll know exactly what I'm talking about.
When I hear about my parents' youth, it's similar to mine, they went out with friends, worked a lot - wait, no, not according to my dad. If I try to tell my dad that he did similar things he says (I kid you not), "I was shooting people when I was your age in the jungles of Viet-nam, and on the weekends I was getting drunk at the local bar." Thank you Dad, that was most insightful.
My mom always went to the Ember's Club. I have no idea if this place still exists, but she always talks about it whenever I tell her about my escapades. And she was older when she went to it, all in all her experience is nothing like mine, not even close.
My dad on the other-hand, was a DJ, was in love with Ann-Margaret and is probably more like me than we're both willing to admit. It's a shame that he's "repented of his old ways" because if he hadn't then maybe we would "bond" over those similarities.
You're probably wondering what the hell this has to do with being busy. Everything.
I'm always on the go. Last week I went to two shows, was in the city four nights, and in a whirlwind of dramdramadrama. I know they had similar experiences and yet they don't want me to have them - or go "astray." Somehow music and venues have corrupted me, I think I've done it all on my own.
And today, I took a break. A much needed one before the busy-ness that will be the rest of this week really gets started.