Alright, alright, already, geez.
Got back from Charleston, SC recently with Spi, Deagle, Uncle Tom, and Mallory. We had a pretty great time--stayed in a beach house only 4 minutes from the local beach. Only complaint was getting sick the day after we got there (I still say swimming in the ocean did it) and everyone but Deagle got loved on by a jellyfish. Being ill and not sleeping was probably the worst, though--I blame all that fresh air and sunshine. Perhaps next time we'll go on a winter vacation, where there are no jellies or 90 degree day-times.
Birthday came and passed. Maybe one day I'll actually do something planned/particularly exciting for my birthday. I don't know why, but I prefer to make a bigger deal out of everyone else's birthday than my own. Mine's just...I dunno. Not worth it, I guess. Tastes mundane, somehow.
This year has been one big anti-social experiment, it feels like. I haven't achieved much in that area. Maybe I'm burnt out from last year and the year before and the year before of hanging out all the damn time. Maybe I'm just a natural hermit. Don't get me wrong, I love all my my friends and family, but staying back from all the festivities this year has been pretty nice. I haven't gotten a lot of job work done yet (economy still isn't the best) but the time I get to myself is good to recharge upon. Plus, the amount of to-do lists piling up in my room (no joke, I have SEVERAL piles) is getting absurd. Plus, my room is a mess with books I'm supposed to be reading. One of these days, ya know. However, would you like to hear my big experiment idea? Okay, here goes: I want to live a month without any human contact. This would be EXTREMELY difficult, being as getting gas/groceries is rather dire. But if I could just stockpile a month's supply of each, I could do it. Oh yeah, psychologically, I could do it. I just don't have penny one for resources, nor the area in which I would achieve this in. I just want to know what I'd accomplish in a month with no human contact. Maybe I'll even stop reading the newspaper or checking news online. Total isolation for just a month: no anyone, no media--just me, music, maybe my cat, and a ton of books and paper/possibly a laptop for work. Goddamn, the more I think about it, the more I want to try this, just to see what I might do with myself. I'd miss yous guys terribly, of course--but this is for my science! Oh well....maybe one day.
In other jargon, my sister, Jennifer, was been in and out of the doctor's office for breast exams. Her left one has continuously showed signs of malicious cells, and she got a breast biopsy done the other day. Doctors did not like what they saw at ALL, so we're gonna hear the result sometime next week. I don't know if it's cancer or not, but we're all pretty concerned, and I might go down to see her when she's got her next appointment so that she can decide on the treatment type: radiation, more surgery....who knows. But I'm worried.
Target is drawing my to my wit's end, and my final breath. Whenever I listen to Tennessee Ernie Ford's "Sixteen Tons", I continuously think of Target, and how I've been stuck there forever. Writing jobs are slim and few, and there isn't much that will give me a more-than-decent salary because I have a college degree. Substitute teaching is looking like one of the only things available. But here's my main goal: to be finished with this store by this year's Black Friday. If I am still employed by Target on Black Friday, I have failed, and will proceed to throw myself off a bridge, face-first. Okay, not face-first. Okay okay, I won't throw myself off anything. But I'm scheduling paid vacation time in September to job search, and generally, relax around the house, taking some personal study time. I'll probably try to finish up the short-story book I've been trying to finish for publication, as well as the ol' poem collection, too. I'm excited. Some people get excited to go out to bars and clubs; I get excited to stay at home and read. Gotta say, the best part of my day is driving home from work early, knowing I don't have anything planned. >< That's pretty sad, huh.
Spi and I have definitely decided we are changing our names at some point--gonna be a weird process, but Murphy is definitely something I would rather go by. Same goes with getting sterilized--we still have to plan a date for that, too. Twin sterilizations! I am SO stoked!!
On the topic of writing, I haven't done much, and what I have done is job-related. Which sucks. As far as drawing goes, --guffaw-- like I have anything to show for that. I have lists and lists for potential ideas to draw....but no time to practice. Or patience. One of these days, I swear I'll do something worthwhile. Inspiration is a fleeting thing.
And there's my recent news, for anyone that still cares to read this thing. How's that for an update! Well good on me for at least doing that. Today, I am off to find argan oil for my hair, and possibly a flat-screen monitor for about 100 dollars, if I can manage it. Wish me lucks, for I am picky.
--MURPHY--
Birthday came and passed. Maybe one day I'll actually do something planned/particularly exciting for my birthday. I don't know why, but I prefer to make a bigger deal out of everyone else's birthday than my own. Mine's just...I dunno. Not worth it, I guess. Tastes mundane, somehow.
This year has been one big anti-social experiment, it feels like. I haven't achieved much in that area. Maybe I'm burnt out from last year and the year before and the year before of hanging out all the damn time. Maybe I'm just a natural hermit. Don't get me wrong, I love all my my friends and family, but staying back from all the festivities this year has been pretty nice. I haven't gotten a lot of job work done yet (economy still isn't the best) but the time I get to myself is good to recharge upon. Plus, the amount of to-do lists piling up in my room (no joke, I have SEVERAL piles) is getting absurd. Plus, my room is a mess with books I'm supposed to be reading. One of these days, ya know. However, would you like to hear my big experiment idea? Okay, here goes: I want to live a month without any human contact. This would be EXTREMELY difficult, being as getting gas/groceries is rather dire. But if I could just stockpile a month's supply of each, I could do it. Oh yeah, psychologically, I could do it. I just don't have penny one for resources, nor the area in which I would achieve this in. I just want to know what I'd accomplish in a month with no human contact. Maybe I'll even stop reading the newspaper or checking news online. Total isolation for just a month: no anyone, no media--just me, music, maybe my cat, and a ton of books and paper/possibly a laptop for work. Goddamn, the more I think about it, the more I want to try this, just to see what I might do with myself. I'd miss yous guys terribly, of course--but this is for my science! Oh well....maybe one day.
In other jargon, my sister, Jennifer, was been in and out of the doctor's office for breast exams. Her left one has continuously showed signs of malicious cells, and she got a breast biopsy done the other day. Doctors did not like what they saw at ALL, so we're gonna hear the result sometime next week. I don't know if it's cancer or not, but we're all pretty concerned, and I might go down to see her when she's got her next appointment so that she can decide on the treatment type: radiation, more surgery....who knows. But I'm worried.
Target is drawing my to my wit's end, and my final breath. Whenever I listen to Tennessee Ernie Ford's "Sixteen Tons", I continuously think of Target, and how I've been stuck there forever. Writing jobs are slim and few, and there isn't much that will give me a more-than-decent salary because I have a college degree. Substitute teaching is looking like one of the only things available. But here's my main goal: to be finished with this store by this year's Black Friday. If I am still employed by Target on Black Friday, I have failed, and will proceed to throw myself off a bridge, face-first. Okay, not face-first. Okay okay, I won't throw myself off anything. But I'm scheduling paid vacation time in September to job search, and generally, relax around the house, taking some personal study time. I'll probably try to finish up the short-story book I've been trying to finish for publication, as well as the ol' poem collection, too. I'm excited. Some people get excited to go out to bars and clubs; I get excited to stay at home and read. Gotta say, the best part of my day is driving home from work early, knowing I don't have anything planned. >< That's pretty sad, huh.
Spi and I have definitely decided we are changing our names at some point--gonna be a weird process, but Murphy is definitely something I would rather go by. Same goes with getting sterilized--we still have to plan a date for that, too. Twin sterilizations! I am SO stoked!!
On the topic of writing, I haven't done much, and what I have done is job-related. Which sucks. As far as drawing goes, --guffaw-- like I have anything to show for that. I have lists and lists for potential ideas to draw....but no time to practice. Or patience. One of these days, I swear I'll do something worthwhile. Inspiration is a fleeting thing.
And there's my recent news, for anyone that still cares to read this thing. How's that for an update! Well good on me for at least doing that. Today, I am off to find argan oil for my hair, and possibly a flat-screen monitor for about 100 dollars, if I can manage it. Wish me lucks, for I am picky.
--MURPHY--