From the perspective of a frozen hangover

So I suppose that at the moment I live a pretty charmed life. Yesterday after school, two friends and I went to a really rad restaurant. The name means Attic, and it looked a bit attic-like. They had more ties than I myself own, and I was a little jealous. I had the most amazing beef stroganov, one of my favorite dishes of all time, and an amazing fruit salad, with more fruits mixed than I saw even in asia. It had a sweet cinnamon sour cream sauce over it. Maybe its just because there are so many terrible places to eat, but I do believe this restaurant makes it into my top 5 in the world. Great atmosphere, great food, strong drinks. We got a bit lost walking back to my apartment, but found it eventually. Those who know St Pete, will know Nevsky Prospect. Its a very touristy street with mostly shops and restaurants. I live on what I've been told is the second biggest street for shopping. But not really any tourists. Its kind of nice. While its sometimes difficult to find a little locally owned store, or any shop with clothes I can afford, its nice to live in a nice section of town. After my friends left, I headed to the Irish pub I frequent. Its not cheap, and there's nothing really Irish about it. They do have a great selection of Scotch, but its outrageously expensive. Anyway, I sat and chatted with the employees, as I do about once a week, had a few White Russians, a few beers, one bought for me by a man on his way out (the best kind of free beer, no obligation to talk!) It was a good time. If it were possible for me to be in a lower tax bracket, I could probably write these drinking sessions off as "tutoring sessions".

This morning I of course woke with a massive headache. But its Friday, and I got no job, I ain't got no money, and I ain't got shit to do! So I head to the cafe for an americano. And then I head to a little Italian joint for lunch and some reading. Here is where it occurred to me that life is pretty good right now. I go to school 4 days a week, and I do what I want the rest of the time. I don't have too much money, but I don't have to work, and what little money I have was free. Things aren't perfect, but for the amount of effort I'm putting into life right now, I'm getting a lot more out of it.

But then it occurred to me, while I'm having a blast, and making memories, what I'm not doing is getting anywhere towards having a career. A real job. Something with some sort of opportunity for, what? upward mobility? I'm not in high school anymore. I'm closer to 30 than I am to 20 and that scares the shit out of me. What do I have to show for it besides a photo album and few interesting stories? And I feel completely incapable of getting any direction.

Well, this has been a fairly pointless diatribe. I took some pictures today, I'll go work on those.