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[09 Nov 2009|08:22pm] |
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Uuuuuuhhhhhhhstill waiting for those days off. Wednesday and Thursday, where the hell you at, boys?
mostly looking forward to Friday. it'll feel nice to pay for my own gas and my own food and my own coffee by myself again. haaaa, first paycheck in a month. working this much WILL be worth it. I keep repeating that to myself. worth it worth it worth it.
I said the 'c' word, didn't I? coffee sounds pretty satisfying right now. hm. should I chance the two bucks?
(in an hour, I won't even consider answering that question. I'll just be looking at it like, "bitch, really?")
there is a Dunkin Donuts opening up in Torrance, apparently. they're hiring staff right now. holy fucking shit, I will totally drive half an hour south just for a Dunkin iced coffee. I'll make it my day-off tradition.
played the Left 4 Dead 2 demo last night and loved it. so far Borderlands is neat, too. video games are becoming my poor-man's escape for when the internet gets boring. usually I'd go out and explore buuuut due to lack of money or/possibly and any energy whatsoever, seems that sitting in front of the telly is a great and entertaining second option.
dicks.
and more Borderlands.
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[05 Nov 2009|05:51pm] |
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Briefly, now.
Halloween
was okay. went to a giant street party sort of thing near Hollywood. lots of people, lots of very... interesting costumes. I went as a Bad Wolf (but not so big, as I am kind of a small guy) and Erica was Little Red.
I wish I didn't have to work. I had company over the weekend and I didn't even really get to enjoy it. the hour or so of solid hang-out time was fun, but not nearly enough to satisfy my craving for friends. I don't have many around here, yet.
Job
iiiis pretty awesome, but going into work every day feels almost like an exciting life or death risk. the area I work in right now is pretty shady. it could definitely be worse, but there's much to be said about a place when a gun is found on the sidewalk right outside of a video game retail store. yyyeaahh.
but I like the store, regardless. my staff is awesome. I even sort of have a friend there. my manager never ever fucking sleeps, I'm convinced. I'm learning some spanish to keep up with the Mexican majority of our clientele, too.
I started out with a pretty decent amount of hours for being The New Kid, but since our last keyholder just sort of abruptly transferred out, I'm up to six days a week. kind of sucks, since I've started to like sleep again, but the cash is needed a little more right now. I think I'm going to aim for a higher position. just something to help me get my bills back on track.
General Life
can't complain too loud. things have been better, but things have been WAY worse. I was expecting to be really struggling right now, but we're doing pretty okay, getting back on our feet. having Erica with me almost constantly really helps, too.
I'll feel more comfortable and at ease once I start steadily getting paychecks. that first DM really almost fucked me over.
I had more to say but honestly I've been opening for a majority of the week and I'm not used to morning shifts, so my mind feels a little fuzzy and confused. ssleeeepyyynnmgrr.
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[22 Oct 2009|04:05pm] |
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In just under three weeks, Del and I have managed to move 3,000 miles across the country, secure jobs, move into an apartment, and still take a bit of time to take gay touristy pictures.
SUCK ON THAT.
I still have quite a lot left to square away but I feel mighty accomplished. If I'm not working on Saturday, I'm treating myself to a Santa Monica beach day trip. I have a wonky Driver's Tan from driving through Nevada, and I'm looking to even it out a little.
Apparently it's snowing back home.
I'd feel pity if that snow-ban towing incident back in January didn't happen.
But it did, so no pity here. I'll enjoy my 80-90 degree weather, thankskindly.
I actually did want to make a serious update concerning the drive out here (there is a LOT to say; that was a damn cool experience), but the girl's internship lets out at 5:00 (my time, eastcoasters) and if I want to be in Hollywood on time to pick her up, I have to leave at 4:30. Make no mistake, the rumours concerning LA traffic are all true; Hollywood is only about ten minutes away.
SO I'll write about the drive a bit later on. I'm not sure when my own internet connection will be up and stable, but it'll be soon-ish.
I miss you all, on the other coast. I haven't been able to check my FList at all since I got here.
SO TELL ME, what's up with you? What am I missing? How the hell are you guys? Give me some stories and updates to come back to!
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[11 Oct 2009|04:06pm] |
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Hey guys, sup.
I'm just momentarily stealing the girl's laptop to confirm that I am indeed alive and well in Los Angeles. I've been here for three (well, more technically two and a half) days and I still have that "I'm on vacation!" mindset. I've come to associate palm trees and nice weather with Vacation. I need to learn how to associate them with Home.
The day I got here was unpack-and-unwind day. Yesterday was exploring Burbank and Universal City. Today was Hollywood. Not even just sight-seeing, either; just trying to secure a job. Job hunting has never felt so... tourist-y.
The drive itself was fascinating. I can safely say that I'll never regret the decision to drive instead of fly. The sights alone made everything unforgettable.
More on that later. Hopefully with pictures. For now, spaghetti and meatballs.
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[04 Oct 2009|11:39pm] |
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Alrighty. Nine o'clock tomorrow morning, I leave New England behind me.
I turned my Loud Twitter updates back on. My LJ will be updated daily with them until I get there. If this annoys you, I apologize; just skip over them.
Guys? It's been real. I'll really miss everyone. Take care and stay cool for me. If any of you get the urge to visit Cali sometime, give me a shout.
Wish us luck on the trip!
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[02 Oct 2009|02:40am] |
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I'm in Salem, enjoying my last few days of relaxation before taking off for the great beyond. It's like the Journey to the West, just without a monkey.
Unless you count me as a monkey. Which Del might, but it's still debateable.
Topsfield tomorrow. Going to pet some sheep and stuff. I am eloquent.
I found this point while recently obsessively randomizing half-interestedly browsing the BMEZine Encyclopedia:
"People in body modification are often accused of pursuing body mod because they "like the pain." While this is true for some, it masks a more important point: we may not enjoy pain, but we don't obsessively shy away from it. In a world of modern anesthetics, where a person can literally go a lifetime without feeling pain greater than a papercut, we choose to undergo painful procedures of our own free will. This is not because we are all masochists, but because we realize that ocasionally experiencing pain makes us stronger individuals. Every time we are tattooed, pierced, cut, or branded, we are making a conscious decision to withstand a (relatively) short period of pain for some larger benefit.
That said, no great tolerance to pain is required to engage in body modification. The pain itself is relatively minor and short-lived, and anyone can withstand it.
What makes the pain of body modification special is not its magnitude, but that it is consciously chosen and usually seen as "part of the process." It is an acceptance that pain is a part of life."
Neat. Good thing to memorize and vomit out the next time I get that fucking irritating question, "Why do you do that to yourself?"
Etc.
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[27 Sep 2009|02:24am] |
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Three days to go until it's Bye Bye Rhode Island.
The weight and reality hit the both of us earlier today. Surreal, man. In a week, we'll be heading westward. Room's almost completely packed up. Had my last shift at Hot Topic today. Goodbyes blow. I'm feeling guilty because I probably won't get the chance to see everyone before I leave. I mean, hell, this isn't exactly a permanent goodbye, but still.
This is probably my last night on the internet, as we have to cancel before our next billing period. Which, I think, is tomorrow. Technically today.
Monday, I take the desks and bed frame apart. Get my board. Get any and all trash together. Pack like fucking crazy.
Tuesday, all trash goes out. All packing is finished. Everything, done and done.
Wednesday, hit the road, Jack, and don't you come back no more.
Until we are out of here and on our way to New Hampshire on Wednesday, I am going to be an inconsolably nervous wreck.
Okay, some things to finish before bed. In case I can't get back on, wish us luck in the next few days. It will be needed.
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[22 Sep 2009|12:01am] |
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- Getting into making this bullet-point thing habit until I have the brain capacity to form intelligent, well thought-out sentences with which to update. This will do, for now.
- Car will be looked at and fixed up on Wednesday. I can't find anyone to drive me back home until everything is finished, so it looks like I get to sit in a garage for who knows how long while I could be home packing.
- I have one week to go, in that same vein.
- Picking up my surfboard on Thursday before work.
- Mom is fine. Supporting me, again. I guess she didn't think I planned this quite as thoroughly as I actually did. Worried Mom Syndrome. It's okay.
- I just did that thing where I zone out for ten fucking minutes again. This seems to be a Livejournal-centric problem with me these days.
- Is it weird that I actually can't wait to play Car Tetris before this trip? I love packing. It's just a shame I've had no actual legitimate days off (or the goddamn energy) to dedicate time for it.
This whole ordeal is running me ragged.
I've dropped over ten pounds in the past two and a half weeks or so. I am still not sleeping well. My schedule is really warped right now - spend all night laying awake, restless and uneasy over either everything in the world or nothing at all, tossing and turning and finally drifting off usually around six or seven. Up typically around noon, groggy and not rested, go off to work, work all day, come home at nine. Try to relax. Be awake until the sun starts to rise. Repeat as necessary, repeat as necessary.
I won't lie, I am excited to make the trip. Nervous, but more excited. And I really just miss my fiancee horrendously; her absence has been an undeniable black hole in my life. Three thousand miles is an awful long distance, and we're both feeling it now. Almost. Soon. Soon.
When I think about all the shit I still have to do packed into a seven-day deadline, this week feels too short. When I think about how badly I just want to go, the week looks like an endless hallway. What the hell, that's all sorts of messed up.
You know what could make this better? A CJ sandwich. With Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki as the bread. Mm. Yeah. Make this happen.
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[16 Sep 2009|03:27am] |
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- I have two weeks left to get all of my stuff packed, everything else out of the apartment, my car looked at/possibly fixed, my surfboard strapped up, and my prescriptions refilled. Agh agh agh agh.
- My mother has gone from excited and supportive of my move across the country to bitter and irritable. She claims that she is up every night with a bad feeling. Says my car probably won't make it and that if I break down, she can't help me. Keep in mind, I not once, ever, asked her for any help with this move. Sigh.
- The weirdo kid downstairs accidentally stole my laundry out of the basement this morning. Yes, accidentally stole. His mom called him stupid and made him give it back.
- I just spaced out for ten minutes on what day it was.
- I've had one actual legitimate day off in the past two weeks.
Other than that, it's cool, it's cool. I'm admittedly pretty scared to move. Big commitment, big step, long drive. Cross your fingers for my car, willyou? My mom has injected a heavy fucking dose of paranoia. If you really know me, you know by now that I can get really worried over shit very, very easily.
All of which is, of course, made better by the fact that it's three a.m. and I have apple cider.
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[13 Sep 2009|03:50am] |
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So, uhhh, according to Morphthing, when Erica and I decide to have a baby, it'll look something like this.
Well hell I'm ready to run out and buy the damn crib already.
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[11 Sep 2009|11:55pm] |
Oh, I remember.
I was a sophomore in high school, and I'd just gotten out of my last class before lunch. The cafeteria was unnervingly uproarious, worse than it usually was for being full of boisterous, recently inactive, hungry teenagers. I took my time getting there, as always. I hated standing in a lunch line with my peers. Most of them annoyed me.
The spot I usually sat in was sort of a separate alcove to the cafeteria - near a lot of big windows and a door that led out towards our football field and back parking lot. The TVs in the cafeteria were all on and turned up to high volume. Nearly every head I passed by was aimed up toward the closest screen. I asked my friends what was wrong before I even looked up, myself. As I was looking up, one of them answered, "A plane flew into a building in New York."
Didn't even know WHAT building yet.
Naturally, I was concerned. I sat down and watched a little. Speculations, speculations, speculations; news anchors pretending to know more than they actually did, drawing their long, fancy words out in long, fancy sentences to cover up the question mark above their own heads. The word Accident kept circulating, both on the telly and around the students.
And then we watched another plane hit the other building. I remember the dread that immediately shivered through me. That ain't no accident, baby.
I walked away from the table to distract myself and get some lunch. I was a little shocked and very nervous. It's uncomfortable to imagine that there might be a war starting right in that moment that you are living, breathing, and existing.
I got pizza, from the opposite end of the cafeteria.
On my way back, a group of jocks - most of them I recognized as football players, with a few scattered wrestlers mixed in; your typical high school bro-guys - started cheering, clapping, hooting, hollering so loudly and abruptly that I jumped a little. They were all cheering AT the TV. I turned to see what they were so happy about.
The buildings were collapsing.
Every time I remember that day, I'm disgusted by the lack of respect I saw in that cafeteria. When you're a seventeen to eighteen year old, the excuse "They were just dumb kids" doesn't seem legit anymore. "They were fucking ignorant morons" seems to fit the bill a lot better.
For a week afterward, I noticed a very obvious and shining change in my town. People being nice on the road, people holding doors for one another, randomly greeting and smiling at each other, making conversations out of the blue with strangers. I saw unity. It was striking and optimistic.
A week after that, it was gone. Back to our old cruel selves. Unity is a fad that eventually tatters itself away like a flag on a car antenna.
My opinion on the typical American, given the way people in this country behave and digest national disasters like this, is still a blank page.
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[30 Aug 2009|03:07am] |
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This sucks baaaaaalllllsss, maaaaan.
I'm getting picked up by my mother at around 8:15-ish in the morning for a couple-day-long vacation in Connecticut, and OF COURSE my good friend Insomnia just won't leave, despite all of my subtle, polite hints that I'd just not like her around right now.
I only slept for four hours last night before opening for work this morning. Granted, I took a cat nap when I got home but TMI a wet dream woke me up about half an hour into sleep and after I, y'know, took care of that, I was wide awake. Which, for the record, never happens after taking care of that. Figures.
By all accounts, I should be dead exhausted now. Can't win.
Before Pick-Up O'clock, I have to:
o Shave.
o Change my tunnels to plugs so that my mother does not pitch a fit for seeing through my earlobes.
o Pack for three days, two nights.
o Clean the stanky cat box.
Jézus Krisztus, for real-real. Beddy bye. Nappy time. Come on. Please?
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