Oh my goodness, we are half way into June already. Maybe not completely half way but damn close. Still no job and not even a prospect. Life is good ain’t it?
So I have found several new addictions, or at least, spins on old addictions. I have relearned my love for books, found some beautiful vampire novels to read. I’m on my third novel in three days, not bad huh? I’m not normally a vampire reader, too clichéd, to angsty, but I find myself very intrigued by these books. The author does a fantastic job of humanizing her, making me care about her characters. That isn’t easy to do. Heaven’s knows I’m still working on it. The books are by Laurell Hamilton and they are the Anita Blake novels if you are wondering.
So how has everyone been? I’ve lost myself to the mindless drudgery that is living at home being unemployed. I read (rarely write) and eat. Seems to be all I do these days. The occasional drumline rehearsal, for which I am eternally thankful, breaks up the monotony but that is just about it. I have the urge to work on a story tonight, I’m going to try to feed that instead of my mouth, maybe something good will come of it. Only time will tell I suppose.
One thing I have certainly learned in my job search, I should have tried for a god damned internship. Things would be so much better! Or I need to go to grad school and get an internship. That might still happen, but in the meantime I would really like to have a job without having to go through more school. I’m not real hopeful about that but let me dream please, I don’t want to accept reality if at all possible. I am still fighting the good fight in the meantime. Doing my darndest to live at home like an adult and not take my irrational annoyances with my parents out on them. Sometimes I just want to leap up and rip their throats out with my bare teeth. Not because they did anything wrong or bad. Just because I’m at home. And it doesn’t look like that’s going to change anytime soon.
And yes, I am a bad person.
On to more happy things…oh yes, that’s right, there aren’t more happy things. Happy things would mean getting laid, or at least a little make-out time with someone who gave a damn. I’ll keep hoping if you keep praying. This is what I want you to do. Go out and find a piece of booty and get off two or three times. Do it for me. Do it for you. Do it because everyone should get off two or three times without having to use a battery or their hand. We deserve it. It’s not going to happen for me so go, save yourself, don’t look back. I’ll be alright.
Oh yeah, and don’t forget the condom ;)
Thursday, June 12, 2003
Oh my goodness, we are half way into June already. Maybe not completely half way but damn close. Still no job and not even a prospect. Life is good ain’t it?
So I have found several new addictions, or at least, spins on old addictions. I have relearned my love for books, found some beautiful vampire novels to read. I’m on my third novel in three days, not bad huh? I’m not normally a vampire reader, too clichéd, to angsty, but I find myself very intrigued by these books. The author does a fantastic job of humanizing her, making me care about her characters. That isn’t easy to do. Heaven’s knows I’m still working on it. The books are by Laurell Hamilton and they are the Anita Blake novels if you are wondering.
So how has everyone been? I’ve lost myself to the mindless drudgery that is living at home being unemployed. I read (rarely write) and eat. Seems to be all I do these days. The occasional drumline rehearsal, for which I am eternally thankful, breaks up the monotony but that is just about it. I have the urge to work on a story tonight, I’m going to try to feed that instead of my mouth, maybe something good will come of it. Only time will tell I suppose.
One thing I have certainly learned in my job search, I should have tried for a god damned internship. Things would be so much better! Or I need to go to grad school and get an internship. That might still happen, but in the meantime I would really like to have a job without having to go through more school. I’m not real hopeful about that but let me dream please, I don’t want to accept reality if at all possible. I am still fighting the good fight in the meantime. Doing my darndest to live at home like an adult and not take my irrational annoyances with my parents out on them. Sometimes I just want to leap up and rip their throats out with my bare teeth. Not because they did anything wrong or bad. Just because I’m at home. And it doesn’t look like that’s going to change anytime soon.
And yes, I am a bad person.
On to more happy things…oh yes, that’s right, there aren’t more happy things. Happy things would mean getting laid, or at least a little make-out time with someone who gave a damn. I’ll keep hoping if you keep praying. This is what I want you to do. Go out and find a piece of booty and get off two or three times. Do it for me. Do it for you. Do it because everyone should get off two or three times without having to use a battery or their hand. We deserve it. It’s not going to happen for me so go, save yourself, don’t look back. I’ll be alright.
Oh yeah, and don’t forget the condom ;)
So I have found several new addictions, or at least, spins on old addictions. I have relearned my love for books, found some beautiful vampire novels to read. I’m on my third novel in three days, not bad huh? I’m not normally a vampire reader, too clichéd, to angsty, but I find myself very intrigued by these books. The author does a fantastic job of humanizing her, making me care about her characters. That isn’t easy to do. Heaven’s knows I’m still working on it. The books are by Laurell Hamilton and they are the Anita Blake novels if you are wondering.
So how has everyone been? I’ve lost myself to the mindless drudgery that is living at home being unemployed. I read (rarely write) and eat. Seems to be all I do these days. The occasional drumline rehearsal, for which I am eternally thankful, breaks up the monotony but that is just about it. I have the urge to work on a story tonight, I’m going to try to feed that instead of my mouth, maybe something good will come of it. Only time will tell I suppose.
One thing I have certainly learned in my job search, I should have tried for a god damned internship. Things would be so much better! Or I need to go to grad school and get an internship. That might still happen, but in the meantime I would really like to have a job without having to go through more school. I’m not real hopeful about that but let me dream please, I don’t want to accept reality if at all possible. I am still fighting the good fight in the meantime. Doing my darndest to live at home like an adult and not take my irrational annoyances with my parents out on them. Sometimes I just want to leap up and rip their throats out with my bare teeth. Not because they did anything wrong or bad. Just because I’m at home. And it doesn’t look like that’s going to change anytime soon.
And yes, I am a bad person.
On to more happy things…oh yes, that’s right, there aren’t more happy things. Happy things would mean getting laid, or at least a little make-out time with someone who gave a damn. I’ll keep hoping if you keep praying. This is what I want you to do. Go out and find a piece of booty and get off two or three times. Do it for me. Do it for you. Do it because everyone should get off two or three times without having to use a battery or their hand. We deserve it. It’s not going to happen for me so go, save yourself, don’t look back. I’ll be alright.
Oh yeah, and don’t forget the condom ;)
Tuesday, June 03, 2003
I am so terribly sorry it has taken me over a week to blog. I know I left this on a very…strong note with the last post. I’m not apologizing mind you, but I hate to not follow up something so personal with something more idiotic and lighthearted. Don’t ask why, even I don’t understand me. So where to begin?
I haven’t had any deep thoughts lately to speak of. The longer I am out of school the more my mind goes numb. Perhaps it is the disgusting amount of comic books I find myself reading; perhaps it is the effect of being in Mac-town without a god damn thing to do. I don’t know. I do know I need a job, desperately. At this point I would work at Neiman’s (a grocery store in town for those of you just tuning in). My only real revelation is that I want to marry Batman. My cousin and I discussed this. What wouldn’t be perfect about that?
Batman is most certainly a manly-man—he can kick ass without showing off but has that deep-rooted angst thing going for him (which all girls melt over). You know if he loved you he would never let anything happen to you and a person wouldn’t have to worry about him not coming home at night because he’s Batman. Batman does not get killed. Captured, shot, beat up, but never killed. He always makes it back in the end. He’s smart (being a detective and all) he’s hot (that body, with the things he has to do physically?) and let’s face it, everyone knows he’s great in bed. The man is quite possibly the greatest detective to ever live. I would bet money he would know how to show a girl a good time. I want to marry Batman. If not marry; at least have an illicit affair with. Mmmm…*daydreaming*. Sorry, couldn’t help myself.
Ah yes, aside from *ahem* daydreaming about comic book characters the only other news in my life is that I finally had my sleep study. Probably I don’t have sleep apnea, but I did get to spend the night in a hospital bed hooked up to all kinds of wonderful machines. I had more electrodes on me than Michael Jackson has had surgeries. The damn things hurt when they peel them off too. Then they tell me to sleep naturally. How does a person sleep naturally when they’re covered in wires that inhibit movement? Not to mention the lady had to keep coming in and waking me up because I thrash like a mad person in my sleep (I could have told you that) and kept knocking shit off. Oh well, such is the way of things, the way of the force. I will of course let you know if I get to have my tonsils out. Granted, how I sleep has nothing to do with the fact I can’t swallow my food so maybe I’ll have them out anyway, but that remains to be seen. Well, visions of Batman are dancing in my head so I’m off to read. Have a marvelous day and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. Of course, don’t do anything I would either.
I haven’t had any deep thoughts lately to speak of. The longer I am out of school the more my mind goes numb. Perhaps it is the disgusting amount of comic books I find myself reading; perhaps it is the effect of being in Mac-town without a god damn thing to do. I don’t know. I do know I need a job, desperately. At this point I would work at Neiman’s (a grocery store in town for those of you just tuning in). My only real revelation is that I want to marry Batman. My cousin and I discussed this. What wouldn’t be perfect about that?
Batman is most certainly a manly-man—he can kick ass without showing off but has that deep-rooted angst thing going for him (which all girls melt over). You know if he loved you he would never let anything happen to you and a person wouldn’t have to worry about him not coming home at night because he’s Batman. Batman does not get killed. Captured, shot, beat up, but never killed. He always makes it back in the end. He’s smart (being a detective and all) he’s hot (that body, with the things he has to do physically?) and let’s face it, everyone knows he’s great in bed. The man is quite possibly the greatest detective to ever live. I would bet money he would know how to show a girl a good time. I want to marry Batman. If not marry; at least have an illicit affair with. Mmmm…*daydreaming*. Sorry, couldn’t help myself.
Ah yes, aside from *ahem* daydreaming about comic book characters the only other news in my life is that I finally had my sleep study. Probably I don’t have sleep apnea, but I did get to spend the night in a hospital bed hooked up to all kinds of wonderful machines. I had more electrodes on me than Michael Jackson has had surgeries. The damn things hurt when they peel them off too. Then they tell me to sleep naturally. How does a person sleep naturally when they’re covered in wires that inhibit movement? Not to mention the lady had to keep coming in and waking me up because I thrash like a mad person in my sleep (I could have told you that) and kept knocking shit off. Oh well, such is the way of things, the way of the force. I will of course let you know if I get to have my tonsils out. Granted, how I sleep has nothing to do with the fact I can’t swallow my food so maybe I’ll have them out anyway, but that remains to be seen. Well, visions of Batman are dancing in my head so I’m off to read. Have a marvelous day and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. Of course, don’t do anything I would either.
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