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| I've been spending too much time in the hospital lately. Not for myself, wipe that smirk off your face, for my girlfriend Emily. Take my advice, don't watch someone vomit blood for an hour and half. Or let them get spinal taps they don't need.
Post Script; Why do they inst on waking you up every three hours? Are they sadists?
Post Post Script; Viva the Xanga revival!
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| I've been out of school for over a year. And I have come a long way mentally in that time. I have learned a few lessons that are entirely un-academic, but are far more precious then some trivial nugget of knowledge. So climb aboard my logic train for a mystical tour of my mind.
1. Working for a living sucks.
2. I need a job.
3. I don't wanna work a crappy job.
4. School will help me find a good job.
5. I will learn nothing^3, (read nothing cubed for you normies), in school.
6. I'm going to school not to learn but to get a piece of paper.
7. The fire under my ass is lit.
Allow me to elaborate. But, because I hardly read long posts, I intend to split this in chunks. Feel free to skip around, then read them all. If you don't, I'll know.
Part the First "Working for a living sucks."
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Yours truly, that's me you insensitive ass, worked a part time job for a while now. Luckily, I managed to tuck away some cash during that time. But in retrospect my daily irrational angry was not worth these "dollars". The work wasn't bad, working was. In short I can't hack this for long.
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Part the Second "I need a job."
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This might seem like a no brainier. You are right, I was not. It was my impression, that you only needed one of these jobs to get money, to buy crap. While true, there is a deeper point I have come to see. I need a job for my mental health. That was a sad epiphany. A piece of my childhood died that instant. Doing some pointless crap for some jackass that acts like he knows things, "boss" in the parlance of the times, gives you a sense of purpose. Even if that is raw, unparalleled hatred. Its sad, but you are not supposed to be bored. It scared the shit out of me, but it's true. Go spend a few hours stack pennies , then knock them over and repeat. You'll kill days faster then you can imagine, and you simultaneously accomplish nothing. Also, having "dollars" to buy things can be handy.
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Part the Third "I don't wanna a crappy job."
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If I must work, then working a job that sucks is optimum. Sadly, money isn't everything. Just the most important. Just what am I talking about? Things a job can do for you. I could draw a pie chart, but screw it. Have you seen slivers? That's things that aren't money. For instance; Loved Ones; Free Time; Freebies; Sexual Harassment Probability. These are all things you need to consider when selecting the least giant-ball-sucking job.
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END PART ONE
Stay tunned for the thrilling conclusion! | | |
| Alcohol is the simplest fusion of Earth, Fire, Water, and Air. And in it, there is truth. I can understand how people find divinity this blessed substance. It truly is the quintessence, an ether. | | |
| Since I got so many requests, I decided I would go ahead and design a lamp shade. By requests, I mean just me craning my neck to dodge the direct ire of my bare bulb. And by lamp shade, I mean weird cube made of wood and paper to shield my precious eyes.
As some of you may know, I sleep in a walk in closet. It has a light bulb hanging in the middle of the ceiling. Because I'm cheap/lazy, I use a florescent bulb. One of the compact type that fits in standard outlets. I buy them in bulk from Ikea (cheap/efficient). The caveat is that I can't attach a spring clasp shade to these.
Viola, we have arrived at the reveal. The white spaces I will cover with paper, some kind of expense luxury, hand painted, imported paper. And the frame I shall use the cheapest knotty pine counterfeit dollars can buy. If you don't like it/think I'm awesome, you are wrong. How's that taste. Bad, huh?
Lamp_Cube
It's got a little door to change the bulb too. Fuck, I'm clever. | | |
| Tommrow, the 6th of May, is the Cinco de Mayo party behind Taxco Restaurant. For you nerds wondering why it's not on the 5th, because Saturdays work better for this type of thing.
It should be a hoopity doo, with several manners of festivites. Music, food, booze, and what not.
I shall be there all day, and if you should happen to come 2pm - 10pm would be the select time range to come in. | | |
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