Animals and Chapters

I am eating a donut that I picked up at the 7-11 a few minutes ago, and wishing that I had a microwave, so I could have picked up a burrito or some sort of biscuit with egg and sausage instead. It's a little after 2 am, and while the donut was good, I just don't think it's doing the trick. And no, I am not drunk, just tired and hungry since I just walked in the door.

I spend almost my entire Saturday surrounded by thoughts of animals. From animal themed baby parties to seeing a band named Animal Collective. Maybe it's some sort of signal to me that I'd better get used to the thought of thinking about animals a lot more than I usually do since I'll be coming into close contact with them before too long.

I went to a concert tonight that was a total waste of four hours of my life. The opening band seemed to just sort of howl into the microphones and play simplistic chords on their guitars. It kind of made me feel like I was in the jungle or something. Then came the headliners, Animal Collective, which provided one of the most boring shows that I've seen in a long while. I believe I spent 95% of the time with my arms crossed and just wanting to leave. I would safely bet that three songs into it, I was ready to go, but alas, my friends were enjoying it. At times I felt like I was at a Science Museum and was pretending to explore Mars. Let me just say that it was a bunch of noise, and not in the good way. Needless to say, I am writing off Animal Collective as something to never waste my time with again.

I am three days away from beginning a new chapter in my life. As of March 1st, I will be unemployed, with aspirations of farming and travel. I must say that I am having some "scared" feelings, due to the unknown of what my situation will be while I'm away, as well as when I return to the U.S. And for some reason, I spent the past week doing a lot of thinking of how nice it would be to settle down somewhere. It's just that for the past five years, I have had to pack up all of my belongings and move them somewhere else, whether it be across town or across a couple of states. I really would like to find an apartment that I know I can stay in for more than a year when I'm looking a few months down the road. It would just be nice to be in one place for more than a year, and I suspect that I won't be having any of those "settled" or "permanent" feelings any time soon. But then again, I think it's the "unknown" that is charging towards me that has me thinking about these things.

I need some sleep, and I'm still hungry.