What if you don't care? Then what?
I think that would be a funny punch line in a moive. Like someone goes through this whole spiel about something, and then he's like...any questions? And one guy is like, "What if you don't care? Then what?" And then the first guy is like "What, you mean you don't care", and the other guy is like "I mean yeah what if you don't give a fuck" And then it just pauses for a while and then continues.
:P What you think I was being emo or something? I am a little tired though. Just getting used to my regular schedual after finishing my temp work.
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He'res a general summary of what I've been up to.
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Nothing much has been going on really. I'm still on school hiatus until I can figure out is what I want to do. I'm almost certain I want to make video games, because I get pissed when people fuck up something that's really easy to do. Video gamers aren't hard to please and yet somehow the easiest things are done poorly. So I wouldn't mind starting my own developer or something like that, but I gotta do my research first or something...
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I've been looking for work through a temp agency, and it's pretty cool. They have connections with lots of buisnesses in the area and can set me up with full time work that I normaly couldn't get. Some of these places exclusively hire through temp agencies.
The first and only job I've taken so far was this Data Entry job all the way in NorthBoro. It was a pretty cool experience, even if it only lasted a little over two weeks. But money is money and experience is good no matter what it is. Well in the long run anyways.
The funny thing was I had a shitty time applying at the agency. Like I applied at one in Clinton which is a convenient 15 minutes away, but then like they didn't have any openings for anything good. But there were ten data entry positions open through their Worcster branch. So I went there and sat in this horribly ignorant waiting room and had to REFILL out the forms I filled out at Clinton, cause apparently they're dumb. And a butt.
And by ignorant waiting room, I mean there's a giant wall made out of cubicle material seperating applicants and employees from the office workers. Which was doubly annoying because my waiting time, in total, not consecutively was like, an hour at least. And no one can see me, so they tell you to go wait and fucking forget about you. So I gave up on waiting and kept on looking at the office workers until I had to stop waiting. Sometimes you have step out of line to get noticed you know?
Like they told me I can take the typing test after 'she' does. And they'll let me know when it's ready for me to use. So I'm like I don't know who 'she' is. Who the fuck is she? But I sat down because of the reassuring, well come get you, part. Soon I realize that 'she' has left and they forgot about me again. WTF.
And then when they were looking for jobs for me, they're like what hours are you looking for? And I'm like, "First or Second shift, preferably Second but First is cool too" So they say "What about Third shift?" and I'm like "Well I wasn't looking for that..." But they said it was temporary, for three weeks, with a potential hire if they like me. So i went for it.
The job was entering medical documents into a computer for a company that stores and shreds important documents. They had a bunch of stuff to get done so hired some Temps to clean the excess or something. At first I was afraid to make any mistakes on the names and shit, but after a while of mulling these folders over, I realized that they must not care. Alot of the files were hand written, in cursive, and sloppy. Some of them in pencil. And on one occasion in red pen on a PINK folder. Plus most of these people were dead. And some folders came with pictures. Like I wasn't creeped out enough, now I gottah look at pictures of dead people when they were alive.
People dropped out like flies. If you couldn't type enough folders, about 300 your first night and at least 500 folders a night there-after, you were gone. Also if you miss a bunch of days they'd drop you too, but I mean it's a temp job so no ones like heartbroken.
I probably could have pushed to be full time, but I really didn't care about it enough.
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Drawing is progressing slow at times. I seem to have trouble doing things when I have the time for them which is really unproductive. I'm not sure why I'm so indifferent to it. It's probably because most of my art is done for other people. When I first started drawing it was because I wanted so much for other people to see what I saw. What I wished for when I closed my eyes at night. What I prayed for to actualize in my life, as my innocence dwindled and flickered in my heart, and the worldly wind blew hard. I'm happy to say I still have the flame dwelling in me, but I've kind of neglected it. I think I really should give my body and mind to the fire again. Well somewhat anyways.
I really just need to work on personal projects again, and be like, hey fuck you guys you spend ten years learning to draw and mooch or yourself! Or something. Not like I hate drawing for other people. In fact I like it too much. I think it's causing some sort of self destruction. X3 Or something.
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I sound overly poetic when I'm tired.
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I'm also quite willing to package the life I've got right now and sell it for something a bit more adventurous. I mean it'll be hard, but if I can find a way to tear myself from what I'm used to I'm sure I can become comfertable with something else.
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This stuff is a bit less general
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I've got the Wii now. If anyone wants my friend code, ask me. I'm not going to bother posting it if no one actualy wants it.
The Wii's awsome, except it has nothing good out for games. The minigame games are getting boring quick. Wario Ware ruins it for itself by making you pass the controller. It's nice if you only have one remote, but otherwise it's cumbersome to have to pass the remote between a group of people in a confined space. And all the other games are just kind of boring after a while.
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Well thats it for now. I really don't care for this thing much, but browsing my friends page made me kind of think back to when I was in highschool, so I guess I did it out of nystolgia.
Also if anyone knows what the hell happened to Jeff Sullivan after highschool, let me know. He hasn't said hi to me in like forever and doesn't answer his old email adress.
:P What you think I was being emo or something? I am a little tired though. Just getting used to my regular schedual after finishing my temp work.
=========================================================
He'res a general summary of what I've been up to.
=========================================================
Nothing much has been going on really. I'm still on school hiatus until I can figure out is what I want to do. I'm almost certain I want to make video games, because I get pissed when people fuck up something that's really easy to do. Video gamers aren't hard to please and yet somehow the easiest things are done poorly. So I wouldn't mind starting my own developer or something like that, but I gotta do my research first or something...
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I've been looking for work through a temp agency, and it's pretty cool. They have connections with lots of buisnesses in the area and can set me up with full time work that I normaly couldn't get. Some of these places exclusively hire through temp agencies.
The first and only job I've taken so far was this Data Entry job all the way in NorthBoro. It was a pretty cool experience, even if it only lasted a little over two weeks. But money is money and experience is good no matter what it is. Well in the long run anyways.
The funny thing was I had a shitty time applying at the agency. Like I applied at one in Clinton which is a convenient 15 minutes away, but then like they didn't have any openings for anything good. But there were ten data entry positions open through their Worcster branch. So I went there and sat in this horribly ignorant waiting room and had to REFILL out the forms I filled out at Clinton, cause apparently they're dumb. And a butt.
And by ignorant waiting room, I mean there's a giant wall made out of cubicle material seperating applicants and employees from the office workers. Which was doubly annoying because my waiting time, in total, not consecutively was like, an hour at least. And no one can see me, so they tell you to go wait and fucking forget about you. So I gave up on waiting and kept on looking at the office workers until I had to stop waiting. Sometimes you have step out of line to get noticed you know?
Like they told me I can take the typing test after 'she' does. And they'll let me know when it's ready for me to use. So I'm like I don't know who 'she' is. Who the fuck is she? But I sat down because of the reassuring, well come get you, part. Soon I realize that 'she' has left and they forgot about me again. WTF.
And then when they were looking for jobs for me, they're like what hours are you looking for? And I'm like, "First or Second shift, preferably Second but First is cool too" So they say "What about Third shift?" and I'm like "Well I wasn't looking for that..." But they said it was temporary, for three weeks, with a potential hire if they like me. So i went for it.
The job was entering medical documents into a computer for a company that stores and shreds important documents. They had a bunch of stuff to get done so hired some Temps to clean the excess or something. At first I was afraid to make any mistakes on the names and shit, but after a while of mulling these folders over, I realized that they must not care. Alot of the files were hand written, in cursive, and sloppy. Some of them in pencil. And on one occasion in red pen on a PINK folder. Plus most of these people were dead. And some folders came with pictures. Like I wasn't creeped out enough, now I gottah look at pictures of dead people when they were alive.
People dropped out like flies. If you couldn't type enough folders, about 300 your first night and at least 500 folders a night there-after, you were gone. Also if you miss a bunch of days they'd drop you too, but I mean it's a temp job so no ones like heartbroken.
I probably could have pushed to be full time, but I really didn't care about it enough.
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Drawing is progressing slow at times. I seem to have trouble doing things when I have the time for them which is really unproductive. I'm not sure why I'm so indifferent to it. It's probably because most of my art is done for other people. When I first started drawing it was because I wanted so much for other people to see what I saw. What I wished for when I closed my eyes at night. What I prayed for to actualize in my life, as my innocence dwindled and flickered in my heart, and the worldly wind blew hard. I'm happy to say I still have the flame dwelling in me, but I've kind of neglected it. I think I really should give my body and mind to the fire again. Well somewhat anyways.
I really just need to work on personal projects again, and be like, hey fuck you guys you spend ten years learning to draw and mooch or yourself! Or something. Not like I hate drawing for other people. In fact I like it too much. I think it's causing some sort of self destruction. X3 Or something.
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I sound overly poetic when I'm tired.
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I'm also quite willing to package the life I've got right now and sell it for something a bit more adventurous. I mean it'll be hard, but if I can find a way to tear myself from what I'm used to I'm sure I can become comfertable with something else.
=====================================
This stuff is a bit less general
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I've got the Wii now. If anyone wants my friend code, ask me. I'm not going to bother posting it if no one actualy wants it.
The Wii's awsome, except it has nothing good out for games. The minigame games are getting boring quick. Wario Ware ruins it for itself by making you pass the controller. It's nice if you only have one remote, but otherwise it's cumbersome to have to pass the remote between a group of people in a confined space. And all the other games are just kind of boring after a while.
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Well thats it for now. I really don't care for this thing much, but browsing my friends page made me kind of think back to when I was in highschool, so I guess I did it out of nystolgia.
Also if anyone knows what the hell happened to Jeff Sullivan after highschool, let me know. He hasn't said hi to me in like forever and doesn't answer his old email adress.