Guns don't kill people, ducks kill people.
crafty little waterfowl that they are.
Life, at the moment, continues to be busy, and I'm quite happy with the way things are going. everything is on the up and up. First things first.
Job. I've got little less than a month before my probation is officially over. I know that doesn't mean much as far as staying on board is concerned. Can you say At-will employment? But it does mean higher pay, and benefits. Every day, I'm putting my nose to the grindstone, harder, faster, better. That's been the mantra this last month. and it seems to be paying off. (actually, I should be studying right now)
with the grand and wonderful five hours that I get off each night, I'm working on newer inventions. Technical drawings for the most promising. And I may have finally ended the search for a financier. The next step is to get my partner to work up the proper proposals to accompany my drawings and away they go.
in-between that, I've done a little bit of writing, but not as much as I'd like to. I've done more reading, specifically histories of Viktor Schauberger and the mnemonic technique of Loci. I've still been teaching at the fencing academy, and preparing to become a Courtier. That means that I'll be expected to be taking my knowledge to a new school. There's something to be afraid of.
Finance-wise, I could be doing better, but thus far some of my paths are proving very beneficial. But I have overlooked one obvious necessity. I'll be starting up that nest egg this weekend.
I did manage to see that my lil brother did get out of his trouble, and that makes me the happiest I've been all year.
oh, did get a haircut, so 3 years of growing long hair is out, short and curly is in, but what does it matter to you? pointing it out is as pointless as me telling you that I like that shirt
you're wearing. (or in czar's case, leather pants)
The biggest news that I've yet to talk about here is the most disturbing to happen. You see, I've been having troubles with my best friend lately, he's being a colossal prick, and I'm not quite sure of what to do with him. the policy thus far has been to let him be, but the very likelyhood is that I'll lose out in the end.
at one point, I might've gotten angry at him, but that's what's so distressing to me now. It seems that I have no more anger left. I can approach my emotions as a 3rd person, I know I should be angry, or sad. But I'm not. It is as if my rage was to go supernova, but instead collapsed into some sort of blackish holeish thing. There is simply nothing there anymore. No real anger that i can speak of, at least, not in the traditional sense. I can feel behind it all the cold iciness of logic, but no passion follows from it. the purity with which I think now when I am enraged is disconcerting to say the least. friends advise me to take up therapy, and I think that's a wise decision.
That's about all from me at the moment, ta.
by the way, love that shirt you're wearing.
Life, at the moment, continues to be busy, and I'm quite happy with the way things are going. everything is on the up and up. First things first.
Job. I've got little less than a month before my probation is officially over. I know that doesn't mean much as far as staying on board is concerned. Can you say At-will employment? But it does mean higher pay, and benefits. Every day, I'm putting my nose to the grindstone, harder, faster, better. That's been the mantra this last month. and it seems to be paying off. (actually, I should be studying right now)
with the grand and wonderful five hours that I get off each night, I'm working on newer inventions. Technical drawings for the most promising. And I may have finally ended the search for a financier. The next step is to get my partner to work up the proper proposals to accompany my drawings and away they go.
in-between that, I've done a little bit of writing, but not as much as I'd like to. I've done more reading, specifically histories of Viktor Schauberger and the mnemonic technique of Loci. I've still been teaching at the fencing academy, and preparing to become a Courtier. That means that I'll be expected to be taking my knowledge to a new school. There's something to be afraid of.
Finance-wise, I could be doing better, but thus far some of my paths are proving very beneficial. But I have overlooked one obvious necessity. I'll be starting up that nest egg this weekend.
I did manage to see that my lil brother did get out of his trouble, and that makes me the happiest I've been all year.
oh, did get a haircut, so 3 years of growing long hair is out, short and curly is in, but what does it matter to you? pointing it out is as pointless as me telling you that I like that shirt
you're wearing. (or in czar's case, leather pants)
The biggest news that I've yet to talk about here is the most disturbing to happen. You see, I've been having troubles with my best friend lately, he's being a colossal prick, and I'm not quite sure of what to do with him. the policy thus far has been to let him be, but the very likelyhood is that I'll lose out in the end.
at one point, I might've gotten angry at him, but that's what's so distressing to me now. It seems that I have no more anger left. I can approach my emotions as a 3rd person, I know I should be angry, or sad. But I'm not. It is as if my rage was to go supernova, but instead collapsed into some sort of blackish holeish thing. There is simply nothing there anymore. No real anger that i can speak of, at least, not in the traditional sense. I can feel behind it all the cold iciness of logic, but no passion follows from it. the purity with which I think now when I am enraged is disconcerting to say the least. friends advise me to take up therapy, and I think that's a wise decision.
That's about all from me at the moment, ta.
by the way, love that shirt you're wearing.