Running In Place

So I got the job at The Retail Giant after making a plethora of phone calls and getting transfered to everyone but Neptune, the god of the sea, himself.  Upon this acquisition, my parental unit decided to throw a cocktail of “the-problem-with-the-youth-of-today-is-their-lack-of-work-ethic” monologues my way because yesterday some clothes were left unfolded.  Now, sibling number one is never home, and sibling number two is rarely home.  So, when my parental unit discovered this failure, S1 and S2 were conveniently not there.  Guess who gets to hear about the clothes?  Yours truly.  This was yesterday (of which, I was awaken from my slumber with the need to get sick.  Great start to the day, eh?).  Anyway, parental unit apologized later that day, but now that I’m not starting my job until next Tuesday (meaning May is over), PU decided (today) to bitch and moan about poor work ethics and how PU just cannot believe those very dispositions have leaked into this residence.  Irony:  acquire a job and get pissed on for the poor work ethics of American teens.

I did get to officiate today.  Sometimes I have off days and I botch calls every now and again.  But the reverse is true as well:  just like today.  I was on, and I say that humbly.  Consistent, no rules being questioned, not to mention the fact that it was a great game.  Won in the bottom half of the last inning.  Doesn’t get much better than that.

*SPOILER ALERT*
I then proceeded to go to see the new Indiana Jones movie.  Isn’t Harrison Ford old enough to be the senior resident at a geriatrics facility?  Surprisingly, however, the movie didn’t suck because he is old.  The movie sucked because (set in the 1950’s or so) ET decided to co-star in it.  It turned out to be nothing more than a space-alien movie, or, as an intended memorable line puts it:

Not space.  The space between spaces.

Whatever.  Going to the cinema that late at night brought back memories of Friday nights in high school and summers where me and my (now moved away) neighbor would stay outside just sitting and talking until our eyelids claimed victory over our ability to see.  I feel trapped in this pissing-hole of a town.  Beyond that, I feel trapped in this freaking life.  I have one year left of my undergraduate schooling and I’m no more advanced in this world than I was when I had one year of high school left.  The question is:  where’s my escape?

I run
Till the silence splits me open
I run
Till it puts me underground
Till I have no breath
And no roads left but one

When did I lose my sense of purpose?
Can I regain what’s lost inside?
Why do I feel like I deserve this?
Why does my pain look like my pride?

I want to see some fists pumping.