Here I am? I guess...
I know a lot of people thought I dropped off of the planet, but I haven't. I'm still alive, still pushing forward.
It's just that, I'm so anti-livejournal and since the "blog world" fell apart... since our livelihood's were commercialized, I decided to fall away from it all. The only reason I decided to make this and/or post here, is because I was PEER PRESSURED into it. :)
I've still been dabbling in design. I've still been drawing (a little). I've still be trying to maintain my sanity, which proves to be difficult with each passing year, month, week, day.. yea.
So what's new with Noc? Well, I still work for Iron Mountain. It's been almost 2 and a half years since I've been a jobless bum... haha.
I recently purchased a house (June), so I'm now a homeowner, my mother does however still live with me (like a roomate).
I'm still car-less, woman-less and I still have crazy emotional fits. I guess it's part of being human, but I'm tired of the mind games.
Mind games? Yea.. over the past year or so, I've developed a paranoia. I'm paranoid all the time, all day every day, especially at work. I have bad nerves, a sick over-active imagination and sometimes my dreams even scare me. I can't sleep on my back, because I'll have nightmares, if that even makes sense.
I'm constantly, constantly, constantly looking over my shoulder. When I step off the bus, when I walk out of my door, when I hear a footstep, or the floor creak. I'd love a psych evalution, just to see what a doctor would say. Who knows, I might end up in a strait jacket in a facility near you. :P It'd be great if I could find my place in the world. I don't know where I fit, where I belong.
I've been contemplating moving to New York, but I don't even know how to begin such a thing. All of my good friends, my buddies who have anything even remotely in common with me, live there. Not here, in Philly.. and none of the bastards even visit me. I'm only 2 hrs away, idiots!
I know I've cut myself off a lot, but my mind is scattered, as usual. I don't know how to begin how to end, where the middle lies. I just type and whatever comes out, comes... alright I'm done.
It's just that, I'm so anti-livejournal and since the "blog world" fell apart... since our livelihood's were commercialized, I decided to fall away from it all. The only reason I decided to make this and/or post here, is because I was PEER PRESSURED into it. :)
I've still been dabbling in design. I've still been drawing (a little). I've still be trying to maintain my sanity, which proves to be difficult with each passing year, month, week, day.. yea.
So what's new with Noc? Well, I still work for Iron Mountain. It's been almost 2 and a half years since I've been a jobless bum... haha.
I recently purchased a house (June), so I'm now a homeowner, my mother does however still live with me (like a roomate).
I'm still car-less, woman-less and I still have crazy emotional fits. I guess it's part of being human, but I'm tired of the mind games.
Mind games? Yea.. over the past year or so, I've developed a paranoia. I'm paranoid all the time, all day every day, especially at work. I have bad nerves, a sick over-active imagination and sometimes my dreams even scare me. I can't sleep on my back, because I'll have nightmares, if that even makes sense.
I'm constantly, constantly, constantly looking over my shoulder. When I step off the bus, when I walk out of my door, when I hear a footstep, or the floor creak. I'd love a psych evalution, just to see what a doctor would say. Who knows, I might end up in a strait jacket in a facility near you. :P It'd be great if I could find my place in the world. I don't know where I fit, where I belong.
I've been contemplating moving to New York, but I don't even know how to begin such a thing. All of my good friends, my buddies who have anything even remotely in common with me, live there. Not here, in Philly.. and none of the bastards even visit me. I'm only 2 hrs away, idiots!
I know I've cut myself off a lot, but my mind is scattered, as usual. I don't know how to begin how to end, where the middle lies. I just type and whatever comes out, comes... alright I'm done.