Holy shit, long time no see. Lets fix that, shall we?
Well, nothing much to do but jump right back into it, eh?
I got my tax refund yesterday. One Thousand Fucking Dollars, Baby! First thing I'm doing? Haircut. Like, in about 10 minutes I'm going to go. And maybe buy God of War 2. And a 4pack of Bawls... and a cocaine energy drink.
Oh yeah, I developed an energy drink "addiction" and subsequent tolerance.
Anyway, I probably shouldn't buy GoW2, but freaking Disgaea has turned into a level grinding bore-fest and I need something to keep me occupied in the wee hours of the morning. I could buy a book instead, but after reading Palahniuk's Haunted... I'd rather not read anything for a while. I showered so much after finishing that I felt like a rape-victim in an after-school special.
I highly reccomend it.
Anyway! Point is, I look like a girl from behind with my hair getting this long. That must be rectified! And all of you must know about it!
So, I was calling to activate a credit card today. You know how it's all like, overseas indian help now, and they give you a totally American sounding name, like Jim, or Johnny, or something? Well,the guy that takes my call has the thickest accent, like, ever. You know what he introduces himself as? Can you GUESS?
I shit you not. I had to cover the phone while I enjoyed a mighty giggle.
So, I was thinking on the drive home from work. Life has never been better (from a standpoint of the general population), right? I mean, technology has vastly improved the way that we live, giving us interaction (and transaction) with all corners of the world. I mean, you can buy everything from cheese to jesus shaped dildos wearing nothing but a towel. You can meet new and interesting people that have your same interests, whatever they are, with only a few keystokes.
Friendship, love, lust, cheese and dildos... all from the relative comfort of your chair. Then why do I feel so completely cheated? We're living in an age where anything you want can be yours with minimal effort, but I can't help but feel like we're sliding backwards. Underneath all this convenience, you're still nothing more than a walking demographic. I feel like I'm nothing more than a wallet.
I want the luxury of my life, but I hate knowing that in the end I'm merely a cog that makes the whole thing turn. I mean, yeah, I could long for the nietzche... nietsche... Nietzsche (damn name...) that Tyler Durdan talks about... hunting on the golden gate bridge, a return to roots, but I wouldn't even want to live in the 80's.
I like having a cell phone. I like driving 10 minutes and being at a store that has anything I need. I just hate the complete lack of individuality. And I hate that companies try to sell us individuality, like it's a commodety to be bought.
I guess you can't have everything though. Beggers and choosers and all that rot.
What a weird thought for the drive home. I think I'd be better off looking for deer.
Perhaps I'll put something meaningful in here soon.
Wow, apparently this will be the 402nd entry to this journal. That so doesn't sound right.
Anyway, life's been a bit less awesome than I would like. I had been kicking around the idea of getting a night job someplace to help stir up some quick cash, but it looks like that's going to be put on hold for now for reasons other than just my chronic procrastination.
So, Arny (mah cah) is in a state of suspended animation in my garage until I get the money or willpower to fix him. A couple weeks ago he started acting funny, making a loud "clunk-clunk-clunk" noise going around corners and off the line at red lights. I knew I needed wheel-bearings sometime soon but kind of put it out of my mind. Anyway, boring story short, he needs wheel bearings, some work on the exhaust and... ball joints I believe? A complete scrotal overhaul basically.
Oh Arny... if you weren't so fun to ride, I'd have kicked your Hivvy ass to the curb long ago.
Anyway, the usual trend of me being depressed when my cars are out of commission is not quite as severe as I had suspected. Probably because I've been optioning off the wagon when I need it.
Got my tax refund rather than penalty for the first time in three years. $469 (giggle) is now sitting pretty in my checking account. Unfortunately, that'll either go towards fixing Arny or finding his replacement.
Too bad too. I was really thinking about using it to head out to Phoenix next month for my birthday and crash with my cousin for a week or so. Round trip 11 day tickets were only $160. Would have been an uber-nice birthday present to myself. Ah well, maybe I'll get a tattoo instead.
So, I entered into this competition at work. It's some eat-well live-well thing. You get a free pedometer, and you measure how many cups of fruits and vegetables you eat in a day, as well as how many steps you take. I thought I'd be doing a lot of e-lying as I fill out the daily progress reports... but I'm actually doing okay. 14,412 steps yesterday. Okay, so maybe I fudged the fruits/veggies thing. I'm pretty sure cereal with two scoops of raisens shouldn't count as two cups... but I don't eat! I need to be flexible.
Man, I remember back when I was at Alfred I would have killed to make myself some eggs, or a nice grilled cheese or something like that... and when I got home, I took full advantage. But after a month or so of cooking the things that I missed I got real bored with food. Lately it's just been cereal in the morning, and another bowl at night when I get home from work.
Good thing I love cereal.
Speaking of Alfred, I'll be heading there this weekend. It hasn't been easy seeing Stace only around weekends, but it looks like this coming one will be good. Leaving Friday and I'll probably stick around till noon or so Monday. It's kind of strange going back to Alfred. Not as weird as it was going back to FLCC the other week though.
Anyway, off to work. I'll bring back interesting stories in a couple days.
Happy Valentine's day to you too, Ms. Stacy. I love you, and miss you too, Angel.
I'm on the rather crappy computer in the basement, so I'm going to make this quick in order to preserve my sanity.
Made it home alright yesterday, and that was no small task. A storm was supposed to hit at 3 in the afternoon yesterday... well, that's okay, I would be on the road for an hour already. So, I got to my exam at 1, kicked it's face in and got out around 1:45.
My Car. Was A. Block Of. ICE.
Most unnatural pausing of a sentance ever.
Seriously, I was having Empire Strikes Back visions looking at this thing. I briefly considered offering it to Jabba the Hutt. SOLID ICE.
Anyway, the short of the whole thing is, for all the bad things I may say about Arny from time to time, he at least got me home safe in some pretty horrible conditions. Like, even with my defrost on full, the my windshield wipers were useless against the encroaching ice on my windshield. For the whole 1:45 drive. My back window NEVER DEFROSTED ONCE.
But the really weird part? On the thruway, at the "Woo hoo! 3/4's there!" mark, I saw 7 accidents in the span of less than quarter of a mile. Keep in mind, that's seven individual accidents, so it was around 10 beat up, totalled and in some cases flipped cars.
Traffic collectively slowed at that point. But the best part? On the radio, "They Might Be Giants - Everybody Dies" was playing. Awesome.
So, anyway, I'm home now, but I don't have any time to unpack my stuff or anything. I'm hoping to get a day off early next week so I can get my room set back up and put my computer in. Until then, besides this entry, that's pretty much all there'll be of me. It's far too frustrating trying to accomplish anything on this computer.
It feels kind of weird looking at these pictures now... I mean, all my dorm has left in it at the moment is the small TV (unplugged), bowling pin lamp (awesome!) and computer.
So, yeah, those pics of my dorm taken about a month ago. Here we go!
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Well, guess the party's over. Time to eat some food, pack up and study. My last final starts in two hours, then it's goodbye room 317 forever!
Was it luck or serendipity that I got the green "St. Patrick's Day" room?
Submitted my Ethics final online with 2 minutes and 13 seconds to spare. I barely had time to spell-check it... that was a seriously close call. Thank god my computer was in good form this morning. I love you baby.
Got all four speakers hooked up and running. I'm immersed in the meloncholy sounds of The Spill Canvas right now, and it feels amazing. For the longest time I could never get all four speakers to work... but for some reason, it just up and started being productive. Go speakers!
Got $52 back for three books so far; Short Story, Morality Play, and Astronomy. I kind of felt bad selling Morality Play back... but $52 sounded better than $47. Now all I have to sell back is my tiny yet expensive International Relations book on Thursday. I did keep a collection of Raymond Carver's short stories called "Cathedral". I figured my mum might like it; it was actually rather nifty.
And it would have only netted me $1.50. Merry Christmas, mum!
Still sick, but it's just a sinus thing mostly. It's annoying, but not really stopping me from functioning during the day.. just hard to sleep at night.
I realize this is a mostly pointless entry, but I'm procrastinating on studying for my Astronomy Final. It's at 6 tonight though, so I should really probably get on that.
Got an e-mail from one of my cool managers, Neil. He says that they're making Produce cut 100 hours, and that everyone's slacking off, shape up or ship out, blah blah blah. I'm not terribly worried though, I've been there for three years and I've never caught any flack from the higher ups. I'm still totally extending my 4-9 shift on Saturday to 12-9. I needs me the Jesusmas money, and to tell you the truth, I'd just like to see if I can get away with it. If I don't, it'll be the first thing in three and a half years they've called me on.
The excitement is electrifying.
Or that could be my wool socks.
Christmas shopping... I've already got one (two?) of majin_ken gifts, and have no idea what to get him for the topper. I can't decide between something practical and something extravegant.
chrispex - I have an idea for the first gift, but it might be difficult.
I've got 4 ideas for Stace, one of which is going to take some serious fannageling though.
Is there a proper way to spell fannagel? I think not.
Mum and Dad are a mystery still. I'll just walk around the mall christmas eve until someone tries to walk alone out to their car and take my chances I suppose.
And on a closing note, I have more shoes than most girls I know. Seriously I have seven (SEVEN!) options when deciding what to luxuriate my feet with. And I'm not even passionate about shoes!
...I just realized that I currently have more shoes in my possession than I do pairs of socks. And I am passionate about socks.
That sounded wrong.
Alright, 4 and a half hours till test! Time to study!
Woo! It's finals week! And I'm sick! And I'm almost out of water and soda! And other such shitty things!
Speaking of shitty things, I think I may have somehow blown my computer speakers. They're really nice, a set of four with a nifty little sub. I've only got two hooked up at the moment, but they're sounding all wonky. Methinks I'll change them out with the two I've got in my closet after I update this and see if it makes a difference.
On the good side of things, in an hour I'm going to go take my first and easiest final, Short Story. On the way back, I'll be able to sell the book back for some nice monies if I'm lucky. We've only had one other test to go by this semester, but I did really bloody well on it. I actually would have had a 97 had I not misread the directions and accidentally ommitted two questions. Ah well. So, I'm not too worried about that one.
Same thing with Astronomy tomorrow. I only need about 100 points out of 200 to walk away with a B. An A would be nice, but methinks it's out of my reach at this point.
Ethics final is also due by tomorrow at 11am. No problems there, it's the third semester I've had this prof, so there won't be any surprises.
International Relations... aye, that's the rub. It's Thursday at 1pm, and it's my last final. It's also the only one I'm unsure about. I got something like an 85 on the midterm, and did well on the majority of the work... but something still doesn't feel right about it. At least I'll have Wednesday free to study for it. Unfortunately, that means that my second most expensive book won't be bought back until Thursday morning, at which point they probably won't be accepting it anymore. Charlatans.
I should probably feel more accomplished that I'm finally graduating, but my mind is too occupied with making enough money to make this a nifty christmas for friends and family. I've spent the past couple years far too poor to do all the things I've wanted to, so I was hoping this year could be different.
Wow, this entry is seriously only interesting to me. And even I don't find it that good. Ah well, maybe I'll post up those dorm-pics this afternoon. Of course, saying that I will totally negates any chance of it happening.