21 was fun, I guess.
So my birthday's in 13 days, on the 17th. I'll be 22. I'm "celebrating" by going to some church and playing Christmas music. The 16th is when I'm planning on getting together with my friends and drinking some.
I hope they're buying. It's my birthday, after all. The alcohol, that is. I don't mind buying my own food.
So I found a hotel room for A-Kon. My friend and I will be there at the Quality Inn or whatnot. It's not as close as I'd like, but it's ~$180 for three nights for both of us, and that's what counts. I still have to actually reserve it, but at the moment double beds are still available. Which is good, because I think he's planning on doing some skirt-chasing at A-Kon, so at least MY bed will be relatively clean and orderly. There's no fridge in the room, so I'll have to procure a cooler for booze.
I bought Samurai Warriors 2 a while ago. I got hooked on it. 140 hours' worth of data (not counting resets) is a lot for a game that hasn't been out more than three months, I'd say. Watched Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex, and liked it. The music, not so much. It's nice to know that Yoko Kanno is capable of producing many different styles of music and doing an adequate job of it (unlike Yuki Kajiura, whom I love and would marry given the chance simply because I like her music that much - but she can only seem to make that neo-classical-fusion sort of stuff), but it just didn't sit well with me. Probably won't stop me from singing "Lithium Flower" as a karaoke number, though. Need to rent 2nd Gig at some point.
Got a new phone. With it, a new number. 816-616-9302, for anyone who could possibly care.
Did I need to mention I hate my job? Because I do. I've got two weeks of vacation. One is going to A-Kon, and I think the other I'll use as a quasi-Spring Break. After A-Kon, I think I'm going to quit, regardless of whether or not I have something lined up. Scratch that, I KNOW I'm quitting. They're opening up a Wal-Mart in the area where there used to be a mall by my house. Wal-Mart may suck, but I know they'll at least start me higher than what I'll be at even if I get another raise before I leave.
As for a new job? I think I'll try being a cop. Or maybe a fireman. It pays well enough, it's definitely different than retail, and when you consider that at one point I was trying to become a naval officer, it's really not such a stretch to imagine myself in law enforcement. Basically, I need the money so I can get my transcript released and/or re-enroll, get myself an apartment, and all that stuff people my age should be doing, instead of living with my mother and piddling around in a grocery store. That's not my calling in life. If I stick it out, sure, I could become a manager, no problem. But I have no aspiration to do so - I have a lot of respect for people who do retail/service now, more than I did before I started doing it (and I had a lot before) and it's okay in terms of job stress, playing politics, and lack of corporate stodginess, but it's like opening up CDs instead of playing Wall Street: low-risk, low-return, minimal effort. And maybe I'm being snobby and elitist, but I really can't stand not needing to actually THINK for a job-related function more than 5-6 times in a 35-hour workweek. Such a nuisance, it is.
You know what happiness is? Watching the snow fall outside on top of the already-icy landscape while sitting inside your toasty-warm house drinking piña coladas in your bedclothes. On a Thursday. I don't know about you, but I found that to be absolute bliss. Too bad I ran out of pineapple juice, or I'd do it again today.
BTW, the song that I'm listening to can be found here: http://gh.ffshrine.org/soundtracks/4795/66745
I hope they're buying. It's my birthday, after all. The alcohol, that is. I don't mind buying my own food.
So I found a hotel room for A-Kon. My friend and I will be there at the Quality Inn or whatnot. It's not as close as I'd like, but it's ~$180 for three nights for both of us, and that's what counts. I still have to actually reserve it, but at the moment double beds are still available. Which is good, because I think he's planning on doing some skirt-chasing at A-Kon, so at least MY bed will be relatively clean and orderly. There's no fridge in the room, so I'll have to procure a cooler for booze.
I bought Samurai Warriors 2 a while ago. I got hooked on it. 140 hours' worth of data (not counting resets) is a lot for a game that hasn't been out more than three months, I'd say. Watched Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex, and liked it. The music, not so much. It's nice to know that Yoko Kanno is capable of producing many different styles of music and doing an adequate job of it (unlike Yuki Kajiura, whom I love and would marry given the chance simply because I like her music that much - but she can only seem to make that neo-classical-fusion sort of stuff), but it just didn't sit well with me. Probably won't stop me from singing "Lithium Flower" as a karaoke number, though. Need to rent 2nd Gig at some point.
Got a new phone. With it, a new number. 816-616-9302, for anyone who could possibly care.
Did I need to mention I hate my job? Because I do. I've got two weeks of vacation. One is going to A-Kon, and I think the other I'll use as a quasi-Spring Break. After A-Kon, I think I'm going to quit, regardless of whether or not I have something lined up. Scratch that, I KNOW I'm quitting. They're opening up a Wal-Mart in the area where there used to be a mall by my house. Wal-Mart may suck, but I know they'll at least start me higher than what I'll be at even if I get another raise before I leave.
As for a new job? I think I'll try being a cop. Or maybe a fireman. It pays well enough, it's definitely different than retail, and when you consider that at one point I was trying to become a naval officer, it's really not such a stretch to imagine myself in law enforcement. Basically, I need the money so I can get my transcript released and/or re-enroll, get myself an apartment, and all that stuff people my age should be doing, instead of living with my mother and piddling around in a grocery store. That's not my calling in life. If I stick it out, sure, I could become a manager, no problem. But I have no aspiration to do so - I have a lot of respect for people who do retail/service now, more than I did before I started doing it (and I had a lot before) and it's okay in terms of job stress, playing politics, and lack of corporate stodginess, but it's like opening up CDs instead of playing Wall Street: low-risk, low-return, minimal effort. And maybe I'm being snobby and elitist, but I really can't stand not needing to actually THINK for a job-related function more than 5-6 times in a 35-hour workweek. Such a nuisance, it is.
You know what happiness is? Watching the snow fall outside on top of the already-icy landscape while sitting inside your toasty-warm house drinking piña coladas in your bedclothes. On a Thursday. I don't know about you, but I found that to be absolute bliss. Too bad I ran out of pineapple juice, or I'd do it again today.
BTW, the song that I'm listening to can be found here: http://gh.ffshrine.org/soundtracks/4795/66745