its all just bells and clicks
Well since the last update so much has come and gone it is insane. School is over, I am done with my shitty job, and have been trained to do and am doing a new awsome job. I moved into my new place, which becomes cooler every day. Since moving I have cleaned out the living room, rearranged all the furniture, built a wall, and watched every Family Guy and Aqua Teen Hunger Force there is. Life is going great these days excpet for a few minor gliches. One amazing thing about my new house is our fully stocked magazine rack, thats right this is the real deal - a magazine rack just like at your grocery store full of reading material. the selection is phenominal - Japanese reading: Gun magazine, knife magazine, Japanese reviews of American underground music magazine, Japanese goth magazine "Gothic Lolita", Japanese sneaker magazine. Then there is my collection of Maximum Rock and Roll which is killer, about 5 copies of every book put out by Alex Pardee www.eyesuckink.com. To low brow for you? then we have multiple copies of Vogue, and all the other crappy fashion magazines I don't look at. A mainstream music lover? Then we have a few entertainment weeklys and rolling stones here and there. Oh, you want something a little more kinky? We have about 50 issues of Skin Two a British Fetish mag that has some hot peoplein bizzarre attire. And I'm sure there are about 15 other magazines I couldn't recall right now. A few days ago I turned in my RA keys and my old life forever. With that one act I will never again have to: deal with some of the stupidest mother fuckers I've ever met, be forced to deal with someone else's inabillity to handle their own lives, watch people force themselves to pretend they're having fun when they hate what they do, stay at home becasue I have to be around in case some idiot hurts themselves or starts a fire or some stupid shit, or have to talk with my old boss, who I probably hate more than anyone else in the world at this point. Now I just work my shift and I'm done, no more "life-style" job bullshit. My new job is great, on the whole I talk to about 4 people in an entire 8 hour shift. Alot of people asume that the lack of personal contact gets to me, but it really doesn't. If I could I would never deal with peoplein a professional setting for the rest of my life, if I could work from 9 to 5 with out ever talking to any one, and keep interactions only to personal life, I would lovemy job. I hate having to hide my mood or feelings becasue I'm getting paid - being mad and pretending not to be mad onyl make someone more mad. SO on the whole the job is great, and average of 4 people a night with an avergae of 3 of those being co-workers, mostof whom I like. I'm going to Reno in a few weeks and cannot wait, one of my best friends is turning 21 and it will be a weekend of debauchery, non-stop drinking, non-stop gambling, and hopefully a whole lot more. It's like visiting an affordable Vegas, and the hookers have more STDs. I've posted this before but the best quote I've ever heard about Vegas was this "Vegas isn't a place you want to party at by yourself. You'll end up naked in a ditch with a blow-up doll next to you. Lord knows we've all been there." I can only assume the same about Reno, only the ditch is the back of a pick up truck and the blow-up doll is some 40 year old whore named Delilah with one breast missing and a crack pipe in her vagina. I've never been so excited about a vacation!!!!!!! My good good good friend Nichole is coming up in the next few days and I can't wait. We met last year in the dorms and hit it off emmeditaly (along with my roommate Emily) unfortunatley she left San Francisco and I miss her a littlemore each day, but shes back sucka!! At least for a few days, ther will be drinking, smoking, and utter madness. Other than that life has been pretty calm here on the ranch (i just realized this is the first post I have done not completley drunk, so anyone who reads comment on which ones are better sober- this one, or drunk- all others) and now its back to reading.