Slow internets are shortening my life span. I hate my computer.
Other than that, I will be concise by saying I have moved back home, and I am content and supposed to be unpacking. Anthony's house, our current "home" is foreclosing in a few months, and Katee is moving to Alabama soon. So it really didn't make sense for me to waste any more money.
Otay so, karma eat your heart out. I realize I haven't posted in forever (like 156 days) but we will have time for apologies when you mean them.
Anyway for the last week I have been happy. Why am I happy, someone with nothing better to do might ask? Well I'll tell you, "he's going to tell- he's going to tell, he's going to tell- he's going to tell..." We uh, watched Monty Python last night. But digression I shall take, I got a great job at Kmart, in which I've learned it is better to be the best at the worst or seriously the smallest store than to be the worst at the best store.
This week I got past my weaknesses with customer service, selling electronics and jewelry, and actually enjoyed myself. I don't even mind getting up at 5am to work freight tomorrow (Saturday, before "RESURRECTION SUNDAY," as an unusual number of people have called it this year) uhhhuh *shutter*. Also friends whom I haven't seen regularly for a few weeks have been coming over. And some family time has been thrown around too.
However, and this may be karma-tic retribution, which is a horribly over used cliché, but my relationships are as moot and confusing as ever. And I still have an unquenchable desire for bloo-od, I mean art. I guess that's why I'm writing, yet not drawing, why me yet not drawing?
Alright, so in the last five days I’ve felt very strange and not in a good way either. Let me splain. Saturday was homecoming and I couldn’t go which I think disappointed a certain someone. But we went to dinner together, and to put it vaguely the food was good, honestly it went better than I hoped, although I keep getting clear signs of discontent.
So afterwards I’m fucked up, I mean worse than I’ve seen myself in a long time, probably since I kicked C.T. in the face bad, but I’m not depressed I’m angry (kick in the face is another long story that I’d rather not tell). This means I want to give myself a couple days to think things over, coz people overreact, I r people.
The problem is Sunday was my last day at Dawn kick-u-in-the-ass Donuts, applesauce are not necessary. So this makes me incredibly happy and everything else gets pushed to the back of my mind. Monday comes and I’m still riding on freedom’s pigtails (whatever the hell that means). But now I have a mix of feeling, half of me is overjoyed and doesn’t care, and the other half wants to hash things out.
Tuesday I keep busy with class, leave early, go to best buy, see Chris, go to bros house, watch transformers, (awesome movie), and borrow Star Wars III, watch, and halo.
Today (wed) is a day off, C.J. and I typically hang out/find something to do. So she ims me, coz my lazy ass is still in bed at 4:00 in the afternoon, god damn I need to find something better to do. She has a concert tonight, why I'm not going I can't say. Probably because I'm an idiot, so now I feel terrible, like sick.
It seems like I only post when I need to vent, or could use an emotional outlet. Anyway things have been picking up lately, of course I've had bad moments (like when I was late for class Thursday and remjtenoticed). But it's not that bad, for example I'll stop smelling like donuts as soon as the people from Best Buy call me. Also even though it was drizzly outside, we just finished walking around GB, talking to cops and basically exploring.
And now for the bad/venting/emotional outlet part- I could really use a hug.
I figure thats pretty straight forward, sometimes you just need someone to tell you "you're alive" and not just a nameless faceless human shape laying in your room; in which a light is still on, in which your too lazy to turn it off, in which somebody needs to turn off that God Damn light because you need to sleep for a class you don't want to go to in the morning where you ask your teacher tell me what's my less-on, look right throu-gh me, look right through me-ee-ee, and I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad, the dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had. yeah, Mad World is really good, so is Donny Darko. In which haha, just kidding I'm done. Well actually it's Women and Work (Soc class) so honestly do I really need to go, I mean come on, it's women who, and we're only reading the book by its cover, work. come on
Okay so, I've been sick for the last 7 days. I originally started with a nice pleasant common viral cold, and it was expected to end in 4 days. But now or at least the last few days it has infected my maxillary sinus and turned bacterial. This means that I would rather stab myself in the eyes with sporks than to continue living. At least then I could have a cool nickname like sporkeyes, or Ocular Spork Man. (FYI- Maxillary sinus infection can put pressure on the cheeks, eyes, and obviously the nose.)
So for the last week I've been stuck inside, other than to go to work for a few hours, in which I am overly conversational because my only treatment is to be anti-social. So now I still feel awful and am a little depressed because I haven't seen friends for an extremely long time. Oh man, I have school tomorrow, and I wish I could go, I'm so behind. Apparently Livejournal is my last resort, so if I don't post in a few days, I have either gotten back to my life, or sporked my eyes out.
Jan. 30th, 2007 @ 01:54 am
Okay I got my fix, and after talking to Anthony I think I calmed down. Well you might be asking why I'm awake at 5:00 in the morning, and the reason is that I have a final at 10:30. Now this may not seem like a good reason to be awake, and believe me at this point I'm beginning to agree with you, but I also had to finish my 15 page Plato is a revolutionary pothead like the rest of us paper and now I must find something else to do!
Dec. 19th, 2006 @ 04:52 am
I flicked an old lady off today. The problem is I didn't really know I did it.
seriously.
Ok so I have been flipping out all day, night, and tomorrow; and earlier people were being really nice to me at the Donut shop, Fuuccking Crazzzy, coz people are never nice at the Donut shop, anyway I was in the back room staring through- well hyperactively bouncing off the- window. And for some reason I really wanted to flick some of them off, so I start doing the Gene Simmons tongue thing (who I honestly think is over rated) (Eugene, not his tongue thing, well... Eugene) with a middle finger instead of Rock and Roll. At the same time an old lady is getting out of her car, and apparently she sees me, or part of me, because she comes inside, I help her, and as she's leaving she says "you might want to express yourself somewhere else, because someone could get offended." She says it nicely and with a smile so naturally I just get even more aggravated (not really). But at first I don't know what she's talking about, but I'm so wired, seconds later I yell, as she's in the foyer "Thx I'll try not to flick you off again," or something like that. And sadly the regulars, don't even respond, I think I've trained them to ignore certain things.
I really want Velveeta I'm going to buy Velveeta from Anthony.
Dec. 19th, 2006 @ 03:39 am
So Pre-Halloween parties have been great so far. Friday I went to my Brother's co-worker's friend's party, with him and my sister-in-law. He was Big Buckin' Chicken, my sister was a small fairy, and I happened to be Space Ghost, I would have pictures but my phone sucks big chickens? Mary (sister-in-law) has made their costumes, for the last three years, it's incredible what she makes.
Anyway I'm writing my 7 pages on Plato's epistemology right now, very boring stuff, maybe I'll choke my chicken soon. Ha! (You should think I'd be tired of chicken jokes by now, haha, but get a bunch of drunks together and it can be hilarious.)
Oct. 30th, 2006 @ 02:24 am
I can’t sleep. Maybe it’s because I have a completely apathetic self-assured feeling of happiness, or because I typically stay up until 8am. Hmmm…
Oct. 17th, 2006 @ 03:07 am
Okay so I slept until about 7:30 today, and I walk down stairs thinking I'll eat something, but the first thing I typically do is check the driveway to see if my units are home, they are not, but that didn't matter, coz I FLIPPED OUT STARTED YELLING and POUNDING ON THE DOOR, "OMFG SON OF A, THIS IS HORRIBLE, NO, HOLY HELL, ITS OCT. right..." eventually I gave up being creative and just started yelling. Apparently, it snowed sometime today, and I also found out my parents were, in fact, home and a little upset coz I was swearing at the front yard.
Other than that I plan on locking myself in my room for the next 5 months.
Oct. 12th, 2006 @ 07:53 pm
I don't know what happened, it was like my head FLEW OPEN and what very little intellect I had was SPEWING out, then bats starting flying out of my mouth manipulating and lying about everything I believe and the colors ahha, oh wow the colors! ahha! I was like HOLY Shits and giggles man, what am I doing- oh well!
Anyway, yesterday was Warren's birthday we ad dinner at Apple-tini-bees (his first official drink), and then watched "Thank You for Smoking." It was his 21st, obviously so I'm working on getting him drunk, and getting me a couple, dozen, drinks if there's time.
I was so motivated after the movie I took a sophist position to argue in favor of Nick Naylor's attitude (he was the cigarette company's spokesman, goto guy, I guess you could call him a lobbyist *blows raspberries*). Warren thought he should die for killing so many people, I basically said he is a great role model and really good at what he does. Of course I don't feel this way, because he (Nick Naylor) is really good at killing people.
I was trying to make the point that lying and manipulating is what all politicians do, including liberals because they are smart enough to get away with it. Don't get me wrong I'm in favor of Democrats right now, I'm just tired of hearing about them being flawless.
Oct. 5th, 2006 @ 04:35 pm
Courtney stopped talking to me. I don't know whether to be happy or depressed.
I was reading through my old posts, which by the by I'm really glad they keep, because It's interesting to see how happy and simple my life was. At times it would be depressing, but for now, and I know this probably doesn't make sense, its helpful. I need some cheering up, and I'd ask people but I can't expect something I'm too lazy to do, so I think I'll go back to sleep.
On a lighter note I started school again, just the typical 4 class monotony and conveniently I'm sitting in the same room (MSB 306) for 5 hours tues. and thurs, ha. I have SOCIO, Criminal Justice, College Algebra, and Philosophy- Plato. Tomorrow I have my first PHI class, I'm really looking forward to it. I'll start quoting Plato until everyone gets annoyed with me, hehehe.
"Carry on my wayward sun. There be peace when you are done..."
Sep. 4th, 2006 @ 06:12 pm
The plan for tonight, is to: 1. Eat frozen Pizza. 2. Have a little Drinky. 3. Something about my clothes. 3. Somehow end up dancing naked to classical 70's music.
Unfortunately, no one will find out if I actually go through with this plan or not. Although I can guarantee my pants will disappear, well, have disappeared. Damn where did I put them?
Okay, actually I'm just going to eat pizza and listen to music, unless I can reach someone to be social at. If you didn't guess my parents are out of town again. Yippee!
Jul. 25th, 2006 @ 10:36 pm
Fine I admit it when I'm wrong, it snowed- a little tiny bit right now. Earlier tonight *shit look at the time* last night at the donut shop I said Miss Nicole would definitely have school. But let us hope schools might close tomorrow, hahaha, right. We shall see. Anyway some of you might wonder why I am up so late, well...
I have no FFFingMotherFFFing, clue, I'm just sitting here staring at my laptop watching my blurred fingers typing an amazing amount of information into a Philosophy of Film Document which is due tomorrow at 1:00 and it has to be 10 pages long on the 8th page typing this instead did you know i haven't had a shower in two days because the faucet leaks in the back wall so pops is fixing it i feel so dirty dirty LEMME USE YOU SHOWER can't stop fingers from throwing away my every meaningless thought ahhhh... Hey I stopped.
Feb. 16th, 2006 @ 03:30 am
The next time someone asks you to rescue them, consider saving yourself the trouble and shooting them in the face.
Acts of heroism performed today: zero.
On a related and seemingly irrelevent topic, I volunteered to work an extra four hours today. Guh! Someone remind me- never to volunteer for work again- Of course I enjoy working in that depressing, dirty, deceptively bright, angry, -someone give me an adjective- "Smelly," yeah, right, smelly shithole. But free elephant ears taste good.
Feb. 2nd, 2006 @ 09:46 pm
So, I flung myself into the closet this morning getting out of bed, because I thought I was late for work. Clothes and the wall broke my fall, ouch. Eventually I got to the bathroom, and back to my room again at which I thought I had lost my pants. You see my morning routine consists of falling out of bed, sitting back down and staring for 2 mins at least, using the restroom, then coming back and getting dressed etc. Well, I had lost my pants because I was already wearing them, and it was dark so I did know I had them on. A smart person would turn on a light somewhere in that routine and solve all of my problems but no, so I was late for work because, thats right- I was wearing my pants.
Actually I wasn't late, I got to work on time instead of being 10 mins early like usual. Someone has to be reliable, and really, really early.
Jan. 15th, 2006 @ 11:42 am
So this morning was quite interesting, my/our/other random student's, first class was Race, Gender and Sexuality a PHiLosophy class with an overly aggressively emotional teacher. I thought she was harsh and angry, but agreed with Anthony that she seemed on the verge of breaking down laughing or breaking out crying, um... well, she was going to break something anyway, maybe our spirits. After that, I enjoyed the company of big W, S.C., and Commie Basta- I mean The red Socialist (I don't remember, or honestly care what Justin's political position is, so from now on I'm going with Socialist.)
So our, (Justin and meselfski's), second Class was American History with, Mr. If your car breaks down tough shit you poor freak, but for some reason I still like the teacher. And after that two satisfying hours watching/enjoying the "scenery."
But my attitude has been up and down all day, I thinks it might be possible I was nervous about my fist day of skool, where I'm supposed to be a unique, politically opinionated, college stu- ah Hahaha yeah right, right? Oh wow I think at one time today I realized I don't care about school, and stopped caring, you know, about school, stuff.
Jan. 9th, 2006 @ 10:44 pm
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