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so here i am sitting around in portland awaiting the marriage of my friend cory tomorrow and i am bored. so time for one of my sparse entries.
so yeah, i fuckin rock. first quarter is out of the way and im well on my way to becoming a world class chef...ok, a line cook. or possibly a baker. i think ive finally found my niche (niche is a great word...it sounds german).
i live in the ghetto. sometimes i sit in my living room, look down on the street and see 4-5 crack deals right out front of my building within an hour. it sounds bad, but i love it. i feel like im living life instead of being in my troutdale bubble. its REAL.
crackheads are generally very genial people. just very empty. its sad, but its too late to do anything for most of them. theyre used to people having no respect for them for obvious reasons. they only come out at night.
i find cigarettes and money when im at work cleaning theaters, i give it all to the first crackhead i see when im walking home. its the only charity i can afford. (crackhead is a harsh word, but its the best descriptor for these people that ive found.)
i work at a movie theater called Cinerama. it has one 60 ft tall screen and it holds 900 people. theyve decided to keep playing star wars until august. god...i never thought star wars would have such a large impact on my life. i am forced to think about it at least 4 times a week. i think i hate it. :-)
a couple weeks ago, the main theater that owns cinerama was going to get rid of the employee lounge furniture to make room for brand new furniture. they said i could have the couches if i came and got them that same night when i got off work. the only problem is that i live about 15 blocks from that facility. i got off work at 9:45 that night, ran home employed everybody that was hanging out in my apartment to help me and we carried a 150 pound couch through downtown seattle at 11 pm. we got many strange looks. a bum offered us a brand new bike for the couch. we amiably refused. since that day my living rooms been much more comfortable.
i live on top ramen. i never thought the starving artist saying was real...it is. ive lost 45 lbs since i moved. malnourishment has never been so much fun.
overall i love what im doing. this sounds stupid and cliche, but i feel alive for the first time. im doing it all on my own. ive never been so constantly tired in my life. ive never been so happy.
so yeah, i fuckin rock. first quarter is out of the way and im well on my way to becoming a world class chef...ok, a line cook. or possibly a baker. i think ive finally found my niche (niche is a great word...it sounds german).
i live in the ghetto. sometimes i sit in my living room, look down on the street and see 4-5 crack deals right out front of my building within an hour. it sounds bad, but i love it. i feel like im living life instead of being in my troutdale bubble. its REAL.
crackheads are generally very genial people. just very empty. its sad, but its too late to do anything for most of them. theyre used to people having no respect for them for obvious reasons. they only come out at night.
i find cigarettes and money when im at work cleaning theaters, i give it all to the first crackhead i see when im walking home. its the only charity i can afford. (crackhead is a harsh word, but its the best descriptor for these people that ive found.)
i work at a movie theater called Cinerama. it has one 60 ft tall screen and it holds 900 people. theyve decided to keep playing star wars until august. god...i never thought star wars would have such a large impact on my life. i am forced to think about it at least 4 times a week. i think i hate it. :-)
a couple weeks ago, the main theater that owns cinerama was going to get rid of the employee lounge furniture to make room for brand new furniture. they said i could have the couches if i came and got them that same night when i got off work. the only problem is that i live about 15 blocks from that facility. i got off work at 9:45 that night, ran home employed everybody that was hanging out in my apartment to help me and we carried a 150 pound couch through downtown seattle at 11 pm. we got many strange looks. a bum offered us a brand new bike for the couch. we amiably refused. since that day my living rooms been much more comfortable.
i live on top ramen. i never thought the starving artist saying was real...it is. ive lost 45 lbs since i moved. malnourishment has never been so much fun.
overall i love what im doing. this sounds stupid and cliche, but i feel alive for the first time. im doing it all on my own. ive never been so constantly tired in my life. ive never been so happy.