8:06 p.m. - Cultural Deprivation
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I'm pathetic: I've had the option to go out the past two nights and have turned them down in order to stay home and watch Gilmore Girls and read. What's worse? This is my idea of a good time. No, really. I have all my candles lit and am drinking cup after cup of strong coffee and am having the time of my life. Dear God, it's not even funny. Of course, going out in Stockton/Lodi usually means going to a movie (I've seen them all), or.....going to a movie. Unless you're willing to go to a sleazy bar, because there are no trendy bars or clubs here. None. There's always Sacramento and San Francisco, but I would have to have people to go with me, and most people here are sticks in the mud. I am suffering from culture deprivation, I tell you. I need to get out of this place. If I ever mention that I'm considering staying here, please knock me upside the head with a heavy iron skillet. My roommate is going to start coaching tennis in the upcoming months, so she's recruited me as a training partner. I love tennis, though I'm not very good at it, so I jumped at the chance. Yesterday we piled in the car and went to buy me a tennis racket, then we found a court and played for two hours. It was so much fun! We are well-matched, as we're not beginners, but we still hit the ball too high and out of bounds and other such things from time to time. Ok, so much of the time. I was surprised at how well I did, though, considering that the last time I played I had an irrational fear of hitting the ball back after it had been served to me. It can be a scary thing, I tell you, balls flying at you at full speed. Slowly but surely, I'm losing that fear. I may even tag along when my roommate starts her league. Maybe I'll be a co-coach. We'll see. We're playing again tomorrow. Yay! I'm starting to get depressed about school starting back. I think that's part of the reason I'm reticent to leave the house. My vacation is almost over, and I want to spend as much time being lazy as I possibly can. I don't think I'm going in to school tomorrow after all, as I need to get away from there. This feeling isn't normal, is it? Most people don't necessarily look forward to going in to work each day, but I doubt people get gut-wrenchingly depressed over it. Maybe it won't be so bad once it actually starts. Maybe the thought of it is worse than the actuality. One can hope. Well, I must go. Back to Gilmore Girls. See you later!
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