Bored at work is a good excuse to update.
**This update is fucking huge. I didn't intend it to be, but the title fits really well, and I get carried away easily.**
So, when was my last real update?
Oh, yeah, I went down to visit Ryan and Adam.
Wait, backing it up again.
A few weeks ago I ran into Walty. He's STILL AROUND! Haha, still at UPS, too. Hopefully the next time I go down to York, I can drag his ass with me. He said he has weekends off, and he lives in Mechanicsburg now, noice. He still has the same car that we hit a couch on 322 in, back in like 2003, lmao.
Anyway, York was cool. I fudged my brother on getting that bottle of wine while I was down there, but life goes on. I didn't spend as much time down there as I wanted to, I really need to reign in my sleep schedule on my nights off. I mean, we had time to go out for Sushi (which was bangin' by the way), and in general catch up and bullshit a little bit. Got to hear some new tunes, check out some new comics, and that DBZ thing was crazy. Also, I saw chinchilla (sp?) for the first time, they're fucking SOFT. I stayed up by myself a lot of that night playing Borderlands, and ended up sleeping way too damned long. Then I left so I could make it back in time for raid. Jesus fuck. I just publicly admitted leaving my real life friends' house, in order to raid. Ehhhh.
I find it's funny that they both smoke now, though. Ryan really didn't when we were at school, and Adam was pretty casual with it too. At least they're not one of those groups of friends where I have to be trying to sneak a smoke in a parking lot somewhere on the way to a restaurant. I don't have to worry about friends that aren't sure whether to hang out outside with me while I have a smoke or to wait inside, etc. I'm finding that I'm enjoying smoking more and more, the physical acts has more of a calming effect than it did, before it was purely chemical. I also find that it's getting extremely fucking expensive. My cigs went up $0.35 a week ago, bringing them to almost $6 a pack after tax. Now that I smoke a pack a day, sometimes a few more, that's a pretty damn expensive habit. I had quit for almost a week at the end of March / beginning of April. Jessica was the reason I used for starting again, but it's been months now and I haven't really slowed down any since that night. I gotta give it a rest. I even notice I get winded a little easier, and have a little more of a chronic cough / having to clear my throat thing that I'd like to do without. Besides, I already still blaze from time to time, I have enough tar and carcinogens with that, I don't need to add another dose of death every 2 hours. If it weren't for the drive to work and back, I think it'd be easy.
I've got the itch again. The thirst for knowledge. The aggrivation at things being stale and homogenized. I feel like a road trip would do me a load of good right now. A little vacation for myself, out to the west coast. I have a lot of friends that I haven't seen since my last great trek out to Cali back in 2005/6. I just feel so... ridiculously peaceful when I'm on the road, too. Which is part of the reason that road trips appeal to me so much, I'm sure. A very big part of me wants to request a week off next month and just GO. There are a few things stopping me though.
Road trips are much more fun, and much much less lonely when you have company. Company of the opposite sex is preferred. I could probably pick up one of my guy friends and enjoy the trip just as well, I'd just still be sleeping by myself. And my girl situation is odd enough that I wouldn't ask her to come along. And she probably wouldn't anyway.
Speaking of girls, I'm also broke. How are they related? I sometimes spend too much money on Agent X and I when we go out. This past Tuesday for example. We were supposed to have just a couple of drinks, because she had to be awake at 5AM the next morning. I drove, so she didn't have to worry about it, and I was to drop her off afterwards. We went out at 11, planning to be out by midnight. At 2:05AM I was pissing in a corner against a wall in the bar's parking lot while she stood "lookout" near me, giggling at the whole situation. I remember up 'til about 3 in the morning, when she fell asleep and I was still up. She had to wake me up at 5:30 when she was leaving so her parents didn't wake up to find me in their daughter's bed. Fucking eh.
This week, I'm already more or less real close to fucked financially. A part of this is because I missed 6 hours last week because I gave some hours to Agent X, and 8 hours they messed up and didn't put on - I'll get paid for it next check (which doesn't help me this check). Other than that I don't know exactly what happened except a really odd lining up of bills, and coming into a little bargain that was too good at the time to pass up. If I could take it back and have that money back now, I would, but these are lessons learned I guess. I just can't eat for a week, or I can't smoke for a week. Hmmm. And given the choice, I'll be a hungry motherfucker, haha. I canceled my trip to Atlantic City with the crew in 2 weeks. I'd like nothing more than to come, but I don't have the funds to figure in losing $200. Granted, the last 2 times I tripled my money, got wasted for free, and in general had a great time - but you can never expect to win. So, planning to lose is something I can't afford to do with Christmas 2 paychecks away.
Work. Agent X is getting screwed over on hours. I'm trying to help, but it's not getting much better, she might look for another job. Now, part of me doesn't want that to happen. Though they stopped scheduling us together, I still enjoy spending time with her, and I love it when she comes to visit me when I'm working alone. The days go by quickly when she's around, and they're always full of laughs, and we get along great. Besides, it's nice to deal with some shitty scenario at work, and be able to walk back into the office, and wrap my arms around her. To be able to sneak little snuggles and kisses in when we think no one is watching. Things don't ever get *too* risque, but that whole thrill of getting caught thing does wonders for both of us. But yeah. The other half of me, realizes that a lot of stress will be lifted off of my shoulders if she didn't work here anymore, or if I didn't work here anymore. I'd miss her. But I think I'd still see her.
Things here are pissing me off though. You can only give her 5 fucking hours this week? Okay, okay, now you can't let her work Tuesday night with me? I'm by my damn self, with 24 people coming in, and people in general being needy bitches that night. But she can't get paid to work for a couple hours? No. Instead, like the darling she is, she came in after class and hung out with me for a few hours anyway. She answered phones for me when I was busy, watched the desk for me when I had to leave, and basically worked for free for a few hours. Then what, to give her more hours she can come in Wednesday while I'm not here, the slowest night of the week, to sit on her ass and work on that map shit for 4 hours? Thanks, assholes. Give her a day where she'd be useful, a day we're actually busy. Fuck.
Oh. I told her I loved her Tuesday night before we went out. Her reaction was.. unexpected. Forgive me for being annoyed with it, but come on now. You spent 6 months convinving me that I should love you. Okay, I realize that it was unfair to make you wait that long. I also realize it was unfair of me to tell you that I wasn't going to wait for you. I did anyway, and I still am, this whole "interim" thing is starting to get old. You don't have to be cryptic, love. You want me to know you? Then learn to tell me what's on your mind, I can't read it yet. Here's what happened.
She came over, and I threw the phone on auto-answer and we ran outside quick. She was cold, so I had her wrapped up in my jacket with her arms around me inside the jacket. Her head was against my chest and my head was on top of hers.
She looked up at me and said "I really missed you, you know."
"I missed you too" I said, giving her a light squeeze, "shit sucks around here without you."
"EVERYTHING sucks without you, you know that?"
"Heh, good. Wouldn't be fair if things only suck for me"
"I love you, Gene."
"I love you too."
And she stiffened for a second, and didn't look at me, just kept pressed up against me. "...What?"
"Mmm, you heard me."
"Do you?"
"Yeah, why?"
"I don't believe you."
"Okay, I'm used to that."
"Shut up. Really though. You do?"
"I do."
"Wow, I think I have to go."
"What? What's going on?"
"Nothing, I'll be back, I just... please?"
"Alright babe, call me when you're headed back."
Nothing was ever really said about it, she came back after she changed to go out for the night, and even the rest of the night, we never brought it back up. She never gave me a straight answer on the giving us a whirl thing again either, so maybe that's just making things even more difficult. I'll see her this weekend, and I guess I'll figure it out around then.
And I haven't spoken with Jessica since August when she said I was bad for her. I called her and left a message on her birthday. I'm debating how healthy it'd be for me to try to give her a call on New Years. Agent X's biggest fear is still that I'd drop anything for this girl, so if I get in touch with her again, that'll cause uneasiness all across the board, ugh.
Ah shit, this got really long and sorta ranty and personal, so I think I'll finish this off here for now. I should act a little more busy than I currently am, so people don't laugh when they walk past and see me typing away.
Oh, and as a sidenote. I'm glad that I'm back on LJ and not posting on my MySpace blog shit anymore. I'd have already been fired. At least with LJ I have some control over my viewership. Also, no one that didn't know me years and years ago when I started this, even have the URL. I have some fucking PRIVACY here. Heh, a journal, private. Wow.
And speaking of WoW, we did ToGC25 this past Sunday, raped the shit out of us. 6 dps couldn't even break 3.5k. SAD! Seriously. 9 DPS are at 5k-8.2k DPS. You are in 232/245 gear, and you can't break 3k? Learn to fucking play, get out of my guild. Progression my ass.
Hah, I'm the segue king tonight.
So, when was my last real update?
Oh, yeah, I went down to visit Ryan and Adam.
Wait, backing it up again.
A few weeks ago I ran into Walty. He's STILL AROUND! Haha, still at UPS, too. Hopefully the next time I go down to York, I can drag his ass with me. He said he has weekends off, and he lives in Mechanicsburg now, noice. He still has the same car that we hit a couch on 322 in, back in like 2003, lmao.
Anyway, York was cool. I fudged my brother on getting that bottle of wine while I was down there, but life goes on. I didn't spend as much time down there as I wanted to, I really need to reign in my sleep schedule on my nights off. I mean, we had time to go out for Sushi (which was bangin' by the way), and in general catch up and bullshit a little bit. Got to hear some new tunes, check out some new comics, and that DBZ thing was crazy. Also, I saw chinchilla (sp?) for the first time, they're fucking SOFT. I stayed up by myself a lot of that night playing Borderlands, and ended up sleeping way too damned long. Then I left so I could make it back in time for raid. Jesus fuck. I just publicly admitted leaving my real life friends' house, in order to raid. Ehhhh.
I find it's funny that they both smoke now, though. Ryan really didn't when we were at school, and Adam was pretty casual with it too. At least they're not one of those groups of friends where I have to be trying to sneak a smoke in a parking lot somewhere on the way to a restaurant. I don't have to worry about friends that aren't sure whether to hang out outside with me while I have a smoke or to wait inside, etc. I'm finding that I'm enjoying smoking more and more, the physical acts has more of a calming effect than it did, before it was purely chemical. I also find that it's getting extremely fucking expensive. My cigs went up $0.35 a week ago, bringing them to almost $6 a pack after tax. Now that I smoke a pack a day, sometimes a few more, that's a pretty damn expensive habit. I had quit for almost a week at the end of March / beginning of April. Jessica was the reason I used for starting again, but it's been months now and I haven't really slowed down any since that night. I gotta give it a rest. I even notice I get winded a little easier, and have a little more of a chronic cough / having to clear my throat thing that I'd like to do without. Besides, I already still blaze from time to time, I have enough tar and carcinogens with that, I don't need to add another dose of death every 2 hours. If it weren't for the drive to work and back, I think it'd be easy.
I've got the itch again. The thirst for knowledge. The aggrivation at things being stale and homogenized. I feel like a road trip would do me a load of good right now. A little vacation for myself, out to the west coast. I have a lot of friends that I haven't seen since my last great trek out to Cali back in 2005/6. I just feel so... ridiculously peaceful when I'm on the road, too. Which is part of the reason that road trips appeal to me so much, I'm sure. A very big part of me wants to request a week off next month and just GO. There are a few things stopping me though.
Road trips are much more fun, and much much less lonely when you have company. Company of the opposite sex is preferred. I could probably pick up one of my guy friends and enjoy the trip just as well, I'd just still be sleeping by myself. And my girl situation is odd enough that I wouldn't ask her to come along. And she probably wouldn't anyway.
Speaking of girls, I'm also broke. How are they related? I sometimes spend too much money on Agent X and I when we go out. This past Tuesday for example. We were supposed to have just a couple of drinks, because she had to be awake at 5AM the next morning. I drove, so she didn't have to worry about it, and I was to drop her off afterwards. We went out at 11, planning to be out by midnight. At 2:05AM I was pissing in a corner against a wall in the bar's parking lot while she stood "lookout" near me, giggling at the whole situation. I remember up 'til about 3 in the morning, when she fell asleep and I was still up. She had to wake me up at 5:30 when she was leaving so her parents didn't wake up to find me in their daughter's bed. Fucking eh.
This week, I'm already more or less real close to fucked financially. A part of this is because I missed 6 hours last week because I gave some hours to Agent X, and 8 hours they messed up and didn't put on - I'll get paid for it next check (which doesn't help me this check). Other than that I don't know exactly what happened except a really odd lining up of bills, and coming into a little bargain that was too good at the time to pass up. If I could take it back and have that money back now, I would, but these are lessons learned I guess. I just can't eat for a week, or I can't smoke for a week. Hmmm. And given the choice, I'll be a hungry motherfucker, haha. I canceled my trip to Atlantic City with the crew in 2 weeks. I'd like nothing more than to come, but I don't have the funds to figure in losing $200. Granted, the last 2 times I tripled my money, got wasted for free, and in general had a great time - but you can never expect to win. So, planning to lose is something I can't afford to do with Christmas 2 paychecks away.
Work. Agent X is getting screwed over on hours. I'm trying to help, but it's not getting much better, she might look for another job. Now, part of me doesn't want that to happen. Though they stopped scheduling us together, I still enjoy spending time with her, and I love it when she comes to visit me when I'm working alone. The days go by quickly when she's around, and they're always full of laughs, and we get along great. Besides, it's nice to deal with some shitty scenario at work, and be able to walk back into the office, and wrap my arms around her. To be able to sneak little snuggles and kisses in when we think no one is watching. Things don't ever get *too* risque, but that whole thrill of getting caught thing does wonders for both of us. But yeah. The other half of me, realizes that a lot of stress will be lifted off of my shoulders if she didn't work here anymore, or if I didn't work here anymore. I'd miss her. But I think I'd still see her.
Things here are pissing me off though. You can only give her 5 fucking hours this week? Okay, okay, now you can't let her work Tuesday night with me? I'm by my damn self, with 24 people coming in, and people in general being needy bitches that night. But she can't get paid to work for a couple hours? No. Instead, like the darling she is, she came in after class and hung out with me for a few hours anyway. She answered phones for me when I was busy, watched the desk for me when I had to leave, and basically worked for free for a few hours. Then what, to give her more hours she can come in Wednesday while I'm not here, the slowest night of the week, to sit on her ass and work on that map shit for 4 hours? Thanks, assholes. Give her a day where she'd be useful, a day we're actually busy. Fuck.
Oh. I told her I loved her Tuesday night before we went out. Her reaction was.. unexpected. Forgive me for being annoyed with it, but come on now. You spent 6 months convinving me that I should love you. Okay, I realize that it was unfair to make you wait that long. I also realize it was unfair of me to tell you that I wasn't going to wait for you. I did anyway, and I still am, this whole "interim" thing is starting to get old. You don't have to be cryptic, love. You want me to know you? Then learn to tell me what's on your mind, I can't read it yet. Here's what happened.
She came over, and I threw the phone on auto-answer and we ran outside quick. She was cold, so I had her wrapped up in my jacket with her arms around me inside the jacket. Her head was against my chest and my head was on top of hers.
She looked up at me and said "I really missed you, you know."
"I missed you too" I said, giving her a light squeeze, "shit sucks around here without you."
"EVERYTHING sucks without you, you know that?"
"Heh, good. Wouldn't be fair if things only suck for me"
"I love you, Gene."
"I love you too."
And she stiffened for a second, and didn't look at me, just kept pressed up against me. "...What?"
"Mmm, you heard me."
"Do you?"
"Yeah, why?"
"I don't believe you."
"Okay, I'm used to that."
"Shut up. Really though. You do?"
"I do."
"Wow, I think I have to go."
"What? What's going on?"
"Nothing, I'll be back, I just... please?"
"Alright babe, call me when you're headed back."
Nothing was ever really said about it, she came back after she changed to go out for the night, and even the rest of the night, we never brought it back up. She never gave me a straight answer on the giving us a whirl thing again either, so maybe that's just making things even more difficult. I'll see her this weekend, and I guess I'll figure it out around then.
And I haven't spoken with Jessica since August when she said I was bad for her. I called her and left a message on her birthday. I'm debating how healthy it'd be for me to try to give her a call on New Years. Agent X's biggest fear is still that I'd drop anything for this girl, so if I get in touch with her again, that'll cause uneasiness all across the board, ugh.
Ah shit, this got really long and sorta ranty and personal, so I think I'll finish this off here for now. I should act a little more busy than I currently am, so people don't laugh when they walk past and see me typing away.
Oh, and as a sidenote. I'm glad that I'm back on LJ and not posting on my MySpace blog shit anymore. I'd have already been fired. At least with LJ I have some control over my viewership. Also, no one that didn't know me years and years ago when I started this, even have the URL. I have some fucking PRIVACY here. Heh, a journal, private. Wow.
And speaking of WoW, we did ToGC25 this past Sunday, raped the shit out of us. 6 dps couldn't even break 3.5k. SAD! Seriously. 9 DPS are at 5k-8.2k DPS. You are in 232/245 gear, and you can't break 3k? Learn to fucking play, get out of my guild. Progression my ass.
Hah, I'm the segue king tonight.