Oh Applebee's. You are a cruel mistress. Yet I keep coming back to you.

Like my flair? I have more than what's pictured. Definitely been there too long (sort of).

Oh really? Did they really think this was a good name? Really?

Allergies

I swear, my allergies are driving me crazy. I've had them my whole life but the past few years the reactions have been a lot different. Now it's almost always to food & it almost always consists of me feeling completely drugged, creepy skin, dry mouth, sometimes symptoms of being drunk.

Effing Chili's.

Half-Assing Through Life

In my pursuit to make my mother throw out every single thing in the house I dislike, I had us go through 2 boxes full of things that I had made as a child. These were cards, pictures I'd colored, writing guides, & homework.

It was funny, because even back then you can tell that I'm going to end up being...ahem...different. I COULD NOT color anything the way it was supposed to be. Cats were green, dogs were purple, Adam & Eve were the same color as the Jolly Green Giant, Santa's outfit was blue. I've always just marched to the beat of my own drum.

And a lot of times, even back then, that drum was marching at a lazy/unmotivated beat. You can tell which masterpieces I cared about (probably depending where I did them) based on the attention to detail. You can just look at certain pages & tell I'm irritated because I don't want to be coloring it. (The main thing I'm thinking of it a coloring book of the Nativity Story. I only used a purple crayon, & all I did was scribble a few lines in the middle of the pages. One page I skipped entirely.)

That's somewhat how I am now. I feel so unmotivated by the monotony of life & unstimulated by the requirements of living. If I don't like doing something, more than likely I will half-ass it. I will still get high marks (generally an A or an A+) but I just don't care. No one can say I've ever been stupid (slow on the uptake, perhaps. But not stupid). My mom said she taught me to count to 200 by the time I was 2 & when I was 5 I had a 5th grade vocabulary. When I was 10 I had a college-age reading level. I just....don't care about a lot of things. Apathy.

I want to care about something. I want a hobby, an interest, something that I'm passionate about. Hopefully in my new pursuit at being the best Andrew Nelms I can be, I will find that missing spark.

Or I'll half-ass my way through that, too.

Oh beer. How I love thee.

The quotation marks around gravy make me nervous.

A Return To Serving?

Welp, I'm probably going to be getting my Applebee's on on Friday night when we head to Toccoa to help my dad move. I'm sad because it might be the last time I ever go back to Toccoa, but I'm relieved because there isn't shit to do there, especially now that most of my friends from college have left.

And on the subject of Applebee's, I'll probably be serving again if I decide to stay in West Palm Beach or if I move to Raleigh. So that'll bring some fun stories, I'm sure...