Exodus: The Gauntlet
So I'm aware that I'm significantly late. That would pretty much be because I've been wrapped up in a really old MMOFPS called PlanetSide. In earnest, this game fucking sucks; it's far too easy to die, sometimes can depress one with its hopelessness of a battle/small war, and as of late the coders and programmers are smokin' dick flavored crack with how they're basically overpowering things that don't need it. I think I'm only doing it cause it's free and it gives Mikey and I something of substance to play, but when you have a kill/death record of 9/47 and you're as skilled as I am, it's not the player; it's the fucking game.
In the news of the actual Exodus, the stager and realtor are finally the fuck gone. The realtor will probably be back, but that's no big deal so long as she doesn't mouth off something stupid like she did on Friday. The story behind that is that she had originally intended to come over early Saturday and have Mikey and I get some things cleaned. Red flag #1 would be that, as helpful as we can be, this isn't our fucking job or responsibility; that's what cleaning crews are for. The second comes in when I tell her that Mikey will be here but I won't be (for obvious reasons pertaining to martial arts). This illicits a response similar to an 8-year-old's facial expression when told she can't go hang out with her friends. She luckily kept shut on this one, but as they were leaving she had the balls to tell me that if I were at all inclined or willing, to skip the Saturday agenda. Sorry bitch, it don't happen that way. Not only was Saturday my test date, but I'm not about to do your job for you when I have self-enrichment to partake in.
While I'm on that, Saturday was indeed the day of my belt test. A lot of interesting things happened, including me being able to pull off two consecutive step-in butterfly kicks (or tornado kicks for those of you possibly confused). The next one came in the form of both me and this yellow belt I have the same class with doing our form apparently in sync. I didn't notice this because, as per the mentality of testing, I was the only one on the deck in my eyes. However, this seemingly-choreographed thing happened and a few people found a rather jolly enjoyment of it. I come to find this out on Monday, as well as the fact that one of those people was my chief instructor. Good to know he enjoyed it, but I bet we could never reproduce it for film. All of that and a few mistakes aside (because no test is perfect), I'm damn happy to say that I passed! I'm now both an orange belt, and in intermediate-level student.
Personally it feels like I've matured in a way, be it through achievement or through the responsibility that comes with the belt, this promotion gives me the sensation that I've somehow turned a big corner. We shall indeed see. As of tonight (after doing damn good in workout class) I know the first little part of one of my new forms, and two techniques. Will I be ready to test again in June? I'm not quite sure...I'm sure hopeful, but I also don't want to rush the process. After all, it's a journey and not a destination. In addition to this I'm gonna get a new gi since my federal tax check just came in, so that should be pretty cool.
Jumping to the platform of spending money, I'm planning to shell out a little when I can get the fuck up to the dentist's. I have to see if I qualify for their discount plan (kinda like my healthcare probably) because I desperately need my wisdom teeth out. This is becoming a not-fun thing, and pretty soon the pain is going to turn into frustrated anger...kinda like today, when I found out that I got a 72 on my fucking bogus Nutrition test. I find it depressing as hell to know that I'm doing worse in this class (a class that I like) than in Psychology (which I'm bored as fuck by). I'm almost tempted to start slacking off in Psychology because of this, but then I think of how the good in me likely won't let me do it.
So what else can I really touch upon? It's extremely irritating to keep this house in the barely-livable state it's in for the sake of potential buyers (who have already started showing up already, about one to a day). Work continues to try my very last fucking nerve, especially considering that freight is not my job and yet I'm put to doing it. Realistically, I think this all pretty much ties back to the raise. Being a helpful person by heart, it's just a matter of being more lavishly rewarded (by an increase of a whole 50 fucking cents) than the previous year for an honest job well done. I just hope I don't get another rubberband ball keychain. With how this place has unfolded, I think that a jaded trinket like that would only serve to infuriate me. Getting two more shirts for free will be good, but that's really only good when you tie the contingency of me staying there for any longer than I have to. Now, I'm not gonna just up and quit like some people I know, but there just doesn't seem like much of a future for me at OfficeMax, especially at $8 an hour in a position that has me doing everything but the position I'm meant to be in. The prompter for this may very well come whenever we know what the fuck's happening with the living situations.
On that matter - outside of the potential murder of the people responsible for the sale preparation - we still don't know what the hell's going to happen as far as if dad's coming back (which I really hope that he is), or where we're going to be moving to. I'd like to say that it's concerning me to the point of worry, but something (or some group of things) are keeping me just busy enough to know that it's still existent. Like I said last time, I really hope this all works out for the best interest of everyone (namely me). For now, I'll just keep re-moving my room to it's "staged" state before I leave every day; I'll also keep on ignoring whoever the fuck Tom Scott's faggot ass is (it's basically a debt collector recording that annoys the shit outta me), as well as anyone else who persists on calling...of course until the point where I lose my temper and cause the person on the other end of the line a profusely-bleeding brain.
Anyway, that's basically all I have to say of any substance. Oh, and before I forget...Daylight Savings Time, motherfuckers! Thought I'd happen to forget, didn't ya? Not hardly! Once again, we can rejoice in the glorious light of the sun an hour longer! Again we now have the privilege of it being light out until about 8-9; it's almost like a hint that summer is soon upon us...or at least it was when it was in April like it's supposed to be. Well, I've done my little preaching fit; next one will probably be at the end of May. Until next week, everyone be good, enjoy your longer days, and just keep hoping things will turn out to where everyone is secure and happy with life.
"If you ever check the ingredients on a facial cream, you'll find that girls put dicks on their faces every day. I don't see why it's such a big deal when it comes in a pair of boxers and not a fancy jar."
Ken
In the news of the actual Exodus, the stager and realtor are finally the fuck gone. The realtor will probably be back, but that's no big deal so long as she doesn't mouth off something stupid like she did on Friday. The story behind that is that she had originally intended to come over early Saturday and have Mikey and I get some things cleaned. Red flag #1 would be that, as helpful as we can be, this isn't our fucking job or responsibility; that's what cleaning crews are for. The second comes in when I tell her that Mikey will be here but I won't be (for obvious reasons pertaining to martial arts). This illicits a response similar to an 8-year-old's facial expression when told she can't go hang out with her friends. She luckily kept shut on this one, but as they were leaving she had the balls to tell me that if I were at all inclined or willing, to skip the Saturday agenda. Sorry bitch, it don't happen that way. Not only was Saturday my test date, but I'm not about to do your job for you when I have self-enrichment to partake in.
While I'm on that, Saturday was indeed the day of my belt test. A lot of interesting things happened, including me being able to pull off two consecutive step-in butterfly kicks (or tornado kicks for those of you possibly confused). The next one came in the form of both me and this yellow belt I have the same class with doing our form apparently in sync. I didn't notice this because, as per the mentality of testing, I was the only one on the deck in my eyes. However, this seemingly-choreographed thing happened and a few people found a rather jolly enjoyment of it. I come to find this out on Monday, as well as the fact that one of those people was my chief instructor. Good to know he enjoyed it, but I bet we could never reproduce it for film. All of that and a few mistakes aside (because no test is perfect), I'm damn happy to say that I passed! I'm now both an orange belt, and in intermediate-level student.
Personally it feels like I've matured in a way, be it through achievement or through the responsibility that comes with the belt, this promotion gives me the sensation that I've somehow turned a big corner. We shall indeed see. As of tonight (after doing damn good in workout class) I know the first little part of one of my new forms, and two techniques. Will I be ready to test again in June? I'm not quite sure...I'm sure hopeful, but I also don't want to rush the process. After all, it's a journey and not a destination. In addition to this I'm gonna get a new gi since my federal tax check just came in, so that should be pretty cool.
Jumping to the platform of spending money, I'm planning to shell out a little when I can get the fuck up to the dentist's. I have to see if I qualify for their discount plan (kinda like my healthcare probably) because I desperately need my wisdom teeth out. This is becoming a not-fun thing, and pretty soon the pain is going to turn into frustrated anger...kinda like today, when I found out that I got a 72 on my fucking bogus Nutrition test. I find it depressing as hell to know that I'm doing worse in this class (a class that I like) than in Psychology (which I'm bored as fuck by). I'm almost tempted to start slacking off in Psychology because of this, but then I think of how the good in me likely won't let me do it.
So what else can I really touch upon? It's extremely irritating to keep this house in the barely-livable state it's in for the sake of potential buyers (who have already started showing up already, about one to a day). Work continues to try my very last fucking nerve, especially considering that freight is not my job and yet I'm put to doing it. Realistically, I think this all pretty much ties back to the raise. Being a helpful person by heart, it's just a matter of being more lavishly rewarded (by an increase of a whole 50 fucking cents) than the previous year for an honest job well done. I just hope I don't get another rubberband ball keychain. With how this place has unfolded, I think that a jaded trinket like that would only serve to infuriate me. Getting two more shirts for free will be good, but that's really only good when you tie the contingency of me staying there for any longer than I have to. Now, I'm not gonna just up and quit like some people I know, but there just doesn't seem like much of a future for me at OfficeMax, especially at $8 an hour in a position that has me doing everything but the position I'm meant to be in. The prompter for this may very well come whenever we know what the fuck's happening with the living situations.
On that matter - outside of the potential murder of the people responsible for the sale preparation - we still don't know what the hell's going to happen as far as if dad's coming back (which I really hope that he is), or where we're going to be moving to. I'd like to say that it's concerning me to the point of worry, but something (or some group of things) are keeping me just busy enough to know that it's still existent. Like I said last time, I really hope this all works out for the best interest of everyone (namely me). For now, I'll just keep re-moving my room to it's "staged" state before I leave every day; I'll also keep on ignoring whoever the fuck Tom Scott's faggot ass is (it's basically a debt collector recording that annoys the shit outta me), as well as anyone else who persists on calling...of course until the point where I lose my temper and cause the person on the other end of the line a profusely-bleeding brain.
Anyway, that's basically all I have to say of any substance. Oh, and before I forget...Daylight Savings Time, motherfuckers! Thought I'd happen to forget, didn't ya? Not hardly! Once again, we can rejoice in the glorious light of the sun an hour longer! Again we now have the privilege of it being light out until about 8-9; it's almost like a hint that summer is soon upon us...or at least it was when it was in April like it's supposed to be. Well, I've done my little preaching fit; next one will probably be at the end of May. Until next week, everyone be good, enjoy your longer days, and just keep hoping things will turn out to where everyone is secure and happy with life.
"If you ever check the ingredients on a facial cream, you'll find that girls put dicks on their faces every day. I don't see why it's such a big deal when it comes in a pair of boxers and not a fancy jar."
Ken