These days, I've become semi-lame and unsocial. Not in general, but more-so when it comes to my night life. The non-summer-like weather has caused me to reflect on where I spend my time and what I spend it doing. Normally hangouts at the pub down the road are my idea of a successful night out, but with the bar taking away my favorite drink specials during the imfamous "power hour", and firing all but one of my favorite staff, the act of consuming alcohol has lost it's essance also. Tuesday is usually known as date night, where my best friend and I venture across town to a movie theatre that allows us to bee below-average movie theatres for ridiculously low prices. It's become a tradition among us, getting us out of the house and giving us the feeling that we are somehow tied in to the rest of society because we had shared the expeience of 2 wasted hours at a medeocre movie. But the friend and I have stopped hanging out due to a dumb dispute and stubbornness, and with NE ctrain construction, I opt out of going more often than not. This week migh also be the last week during which I have a job. Hopefully that's not the case, but it is a possibility as the work was summer-based. The finding of a new gig may complicate my life a bit also. But the next few days are filled with 7am start time and rush-hour commutes which I am thankful for, along with the employment. As I left my house at 6:10 this morning, I walked down to the train in a daze. When I heard a noise super close behind me in the shadows, I freaked the fuk out. Turns out I had cut a guy off or nearly walked into him on the path. It's dark but that was kind of ridiculous. He decided to strike up a conversation about his roommates and being awake, wich I quickly ended, cuz fuk buddy, no one wants to speak to randoms first thing in the morning. And now I am at work, trying to make the world a less litter-filled place, hoping that more people care to fix the environment rather than continuing to destroy it.