being nice is overrated
Yesterday I got stranded at work (thanks for the help, Keavan) and while I was waiting in the not-so-cold drizzle, I was writing this big, long, overdramatic post about why Christmas had lost it's luster in my household. My fingers got too cold to finish it, so I just said to hell with it. I was only trying to explain to people why I've been so "bah humbug" the past couple of years.
My mom's friend is trying to hook me up with a job that would actually pay me what I'm worth. It would be awesome to actually start making money, that way I could start getting all my finances in check. I can have a car, maybe get some music gear. I was thinking about an apartment, but if I try to go back to school in the fall, there's no point in wasting the money.
My brother wanted to start a record label since my uncle and I were in the process of creating music. I had come to the conclusion that if I didn't have anything relevant going on in music before march of next year, I was going to wash my hands of it. That's why I freaked out so much when I got my mac, and I freaked out so much when I had to pawn it. I had scratch tracks for almost all of my Robot House songs on there. No the project is back in limbo. But anyway, the label; I passed the idea along to Kevin and Nick Rainone, and they were all gung ho about it... for a while. I really don't know anything about it anymore since I put it in their hands. Every once in a while they ask me what I need, and I tell them, then a couple of weeks later I ask how things are going and it's always something about the name. Then Nick disappears for weeks at a time with some Lolita and only calls when she won't spend time with him. That's another plus of a slave-to-the-wage job, is that I'd be able to finish up the project and leave them to promote, press, etc., etc., etc.
Soccer sucks. The new season is supposed to start Feb. 1st and I'm nowhere near match fit. I haven't touched a soccer ball since I sprained my ankle, and it doesn't feel like I'll be ready to kick one any time soon. I've thought long and hard about taking the spring season off, but Commandos (my coed team) really depend on me. We're in the Premier Division (the best one) and I fought long and hard to make sure that we were gonna be there for this spring. I'm not trying to say that I'm the most important player on the team, but I help the thing tick. And if I wasn't playing, I'm pretty certain we'd get relegated for the summer, and it's just not the same in the 1st division.
So any tiny hope of getting anything on my Christmas list from last post went to shit. All the pink Nikes in my size are sold out (please show up on ebay!) and in the short span of a week, Emily has gotten back together with her ex-boyfriend and is definately moving back to San Antonio. Of course she still wants to hang out with me until the very last day, but I'm like, "what's the point?" Zak says the point is to hit it before she leaves, but I'm passed that. She is not one for a notch on the bed post. I'll just have to hang out with the dumb girls until another cool one comes along.
My mom's friend is trying to hook me up with a job that would actually pay me what I'm worth. It would be awesome to actually start making money, that way I could start getting all my finances in check. I can have a car, maybe get some music gear. I was thinking about an apartment, but if I try to go back to school in the fall, there's no point in wasting the money.
My brother wanted to start a record label since my uncle and I were in the process of creating music. I had come to the conclusion that if I didn't have anything relevant going on in music before march of next year, I was going to wash my hands of it. That's why I freaked out so much when I got my mac, and I freaked out so much when I had to pawn it. I had scratch tracks for almost all of my Robot House songs on there. No the project is back in limbo. But anyway, the label; I passed the idea along to Kevin and Nick Rainone, and they were all gung ho about it... for a while. I really don't know anything about it anymore since I put it in their hands. Every once in a while they ask me what I need, and I tell them, then a couple of weeks later I ask how things are going and it's always something about the name. Then Nick disappears for weeks at a time with some Lolita and only calls when she won't spend time with him. That's another plus of a slave-to-the-wage job, is that I'd be able to finish up the project and leave them to promote, press, etc., etc., etc.
Soccer sucks. The new season is supposed to start Feb. 1st and I'm nowhere near match fit. I haven't touched a soccer ball since I sprained my ankle, and it doesn't feel like I'll be ready to kick one any time soon. I've thought long and hard about taking the spring season off, but Commandos (my coed team) really depend on me. We're in the Premier Division (the best one) and I fought long and hard to make sure that we were gonna be there for this spring. I'm not trying to say that I'm the most important player on the team, but I help the thing tick. And if I wasn't playing, I'm pretty certain we'd get relegated for the summer, and it's just not the same in the 1st division.
So any tiny hope of getting anything on my Christmas list from last post went to shit. All the pink Nikes in my size are sold out (please show up on ebay!) and in the short span of a week, Emily has gotten back together with her ex-boyfriend and is definately moving back to San Antonio. Of course she still wants to hang out with me until the very last day, but I'm like, "what's the point?" Zak says the point is to hit it before she leaves, but I'm passed that. She is not one for a notch on the bed post. I'll just have to hang out with the dumb girls until another cool one comes along.