My K-Swiss shoes are still kicking, and definitely reflect a year's worth of loyal service. If you can find a pair, I highly recommend them; they are well worth the price, and look awsome. Footlocker has a sweet deal on; there are two different pairs that I want, and they are buy one get the other half off, so I could get both pairs for a total of roughly $200. I've also been wondering about getting "walking shoes" (those really slim, flat looking things that look like they'd belong on a soccer field or something. I don't mind them, but I question their ability as far as support goes. Damn orthotics.
I really need help though; not only did I spend over $200 or so on clothes a week or so ago, but yesterday, I dropped the other $157 on my new watch. I've been throwing money at damn near everything; I'm buying damn near everything I want (finally got me a Swiss Military watch; sexy fuckin thing, though I'd take the watch you bought me over this one anyday), from two new polo shirts today to that $14 oakley lanyard for my ID badge for work. I'm letting my inner child go nuts; I figure it probably has something to do with my empoverished upbringing and not being able to have really nice things, but more and more, I think this is getting out of hand. It's not like what I'm getting is bad, but it's too much too fast and I still have a lot of things to pay off. I need to pay off my credit card, my Future Shop card, and my cellphone bill. Then there's rent, small debts I have with other people, and college. COLLEGE! I've been wanting to play, but it just hit me the other day: I can't apply unless I have the application fee. Kinda took the wind out of my sails for a moment, but I'm going to make sure to set aside enough to cover that, because if I keep procrastinating, I won't apply till winter, then spring, then next fall, and then I'll be into my 4th year after graduating. Not an option.
I began considering hypnosis as a way to increase my will power. I still need to conquer my movie habit; I'm pushing over 950 at the momment. I don't mind, but I'm running out of places to keep these things; I need another bookshelf, and too many cases. And more and more I'm falling in love with shopping, yet again. Tyler and I hit Winners yesterday, and for the first time entering that place, I found so much stuff I really wanted to get . . . but even though I set a date to take him shopping (I am determined to convince him that vertical stripes are a good thing; I have you to thank for opening my eyes to that) I may have to hold back. I still haven't had a chance to wear all the clothes I bought recently. I really should bust out a digital camera and share all that I've managed to acquire.
*sigh*
I'm spoiling my inner child, and it gets cranky when I am forced to say no. So like my father, I find a way to make it work, even at the expense of my responsibilities. :( I'm considering paying someone to keep me in check.
I've begun to wonder whether life itself is bipolar, or whether it's me. Off and on, things seem rather wonderful, but instantly on the heels of that, things turn to shit; the most recent example I can think of is the weather. Yesterday it was really damn warm - almost the middle of summer without the humidity - but then today it was miserable as hell, rainy, cloudy, etc. Perhaps I'm more affected by the weather than I thought I was, because lately taking a look outside could describe me to a T.
:) At least someone has something to say in responce to your progress and recent activities.
I seriously told Joe that I thought he was a flaming coward. I really have no desire to talk to him while he's acting like this--like he's done nothing wrong while he'll openly admit he took the easy way out. I was right, he thought he 'might' end up cheating. Which is a sucky thing, yes, but I'm very bitter that he basically took my decision out of this whole thing. So now I decide that I could do without him, permanently or not.
The 35 year old guy wasn't gonna happen, and the more and more I stumble on to about him, the prouder I get about my discriminating taste and decision ;p For instance, he failed to tell me he had a girlfriend AND a kid with her. And I suspect he had no plans to divulge this information. Something about him didn't, and doesn't, feel right, so I'm not going there.
Really. I am a sexually driven individual, but sex does not necessarily equal stupid.
You're right, Creative is sexy, that's one of the companies I was looking into for a player. The more I think about it, though, the more sense it makes to buy a computer first--since Tim's is shot and it'd be difficult to get any music, period, to put on an mp3 device.
The question is, how do I afford a new computer, moving out and rent/mortgage, a new[er] car with larger insurance and gas, toys like music, food and clothing, etc. I'm looking for yet another job, today I'll leave in a couple of hours for another application process. I hope I get it, it is 10 dollars an hour. I'm up to 8 at County Market, after my incessant bitching and proof that I'm not a slacker, one of the best they've got and have ever had. But I want--and am obviously gonna need--more.
I know you can't really afford everything you're doing, and you already know my opinion on all of that. We've gone over it, and over it, and over it again. Do something about it all, other than whining and agonizing.
I am entertaining the possibility of maintaining two jobs, at once. I don't see you doing this, but for me it'll fill up the time.
I'm going to kill myself, I know.
I've written stuff lately, started reading again. Haven't really seen people. Amy says I should call. I do, occasionally, and so I told her it is a two way street and that they could get off their asses and call me, too. That I shouldn't be doing it all. I think the last time I did anything with a group was a couple of weeks ago, the last time I initiated something. The way I look at it, everyone knows when I'm working and that I'm up for anything just about anytime so long as I'm left with a stretch for sleep.
They aren't exactly great all the time, but neither am I, and you are by no stretch perfect, so squash that little superior statement at the end. That's something that always bugged me. I'm glad you're still around, I know you've been through a lot and are still here--but you can feel your glow inside you, or even say so in private, where it doesn't make you out to look like a dick on some public, yet seemingly insignificant journal site.
I know this sort of thing, lj, is kinda self-absorbed and that communication is also, essentially, but there's something called tact--and even direct people need it.
I really need help though; not only did I spend over $200 or so on clothes a week or so ago, but yesterday, I dropped the other $157 on my new watch. I've been throwing money at damn near everything; I'm buying damn near everything I want (finally got me a Swiss Military watch; sexy fuckin thing, though I'd take the watch you bought me over this one anyday), from two new polo shirts today to that $14 oakley lanyard for my ID badge for work. I'm letting my inner child go nuts; I figure it probably has something to do with my empoverished upbringing and not being able to have really nice things, but more and more, I think this is getting out of hand. It's not like what I'm getting is bad, but it's too much too fast and I still have a lot of things to pay off. I need to pay off my credit card, my Future Shop card, and my cellphone bill. Then there's rent, small debts I have with other people, and college. COLLEGE! I've been wanting to play, but it just hit me the other day: I can't apply unless I have the application fee. Kinda took the wind out of my sails for a moment, but I'm going to make sure to set aside enough to cover that, because if I keep procrastinating, I won't apply till winter, then spring, then next fall, and then I'll be into my 4th year after graduating. Not an option.
I began considering hypnosis as a way to increase my will power. I still need to conquer my movie habit; I'm pushing over 950 at the momment. I don't mind, but I'm running out of places to keep these things; I need another bookshelf, and too many cases. And more and more I'm falling in love with shopping, yet again. Tyler and I hit Winners yesterday, and for the first time entering that place, I found so much stuff I really wanted to get . . . but even though I set a date to take him shopping (I am determined to convince him that vertical stripes are a good thing; I have you to thank for opening my eyes to that) I may have to hold back. I still haven't had a chance to wear all the clothes I bought recently. I really should bust out a digital camera and share all that I've managed to acquire.
*sigh*
I'm spoiling my inner child, and it gets cranky when I am forced to say no. So like my father, I find a way to make it work, even at the expense of my responsibilities. :( I'm considering paying someone to keep me in check.
I've begun to wonder whether life itself is bipolar, or whether it's me. Off and on, things seem rather wonderful, but instantly on the heels of that, things turn to shit; the most recent example I can think of is the weather. Yesterday it was really damn warm - almost the middle of summer without the humidity - but then today it was miserable as hell, rainy, cloudy, etc. Perhaps I'm more affected by the weather than I thought I was, because lately taking a look outside could describe me to a T.
:) At least someone has something to say in responce to your progress and recent activities.
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I seriously told Joe that I thought he was a flaming coward. I really have no desire to talk to him while he's acting like this--like he's done nothing wrong while he'll openly admit he took the easy way out. I was right, he thought he 'might' end up cheating. Which is a sucky thing, yes, but I'm very bitter that he basically took my decision out of this whole thing. So now I decide that I could do without him, permanently or not.
The 35 year old guy wasn't gonna happen, and the more and more I stumble on to about him, the prouder I get about my discriminating taste and decision ;p For instance, he failed to tell me he had a girlfriend AND a kid with her. And I suspect he had no plans to divulge this information. Something about him didn't, and doesn't, feel right, so I'm not going there.
Really. I am a sexually driven individual, but sex does not necessarily equal stupid.
You're right, Creative is sexy, that's one of the companies I was looking into for a player. The more I think about it, though, the more sense it makes to buy a computer first--since Tim's is shot and it'd be difficult to get any music, period, to put on an mp3 device.
The question is, how do I afford a new computer, moving out and rent/mortgage, a new[er] car with larger insurance and gas, toys like music, food and clothing, etc. I'm looking for yet another job, today I'll leave in a couple of hours for another application process. I hope I get it, it is 10 dollars an hour. I'm up to 8 at County Market, after my incessant bitching and proof that I'm not a slacker, one of the best they've got and have ever had. But I want--and am obviously gonna need--more.
I know you can't really afford everything you're doing, and you already know my opinion on all of that. We've gone over it, and over it, and over it again. Do something about it all, other than whining and agonizing.
I am entertaining the possibility of maintaining two jobs, at once. I don't see you doing this, but for me it'll fill up the time.
I'm going to kill myself, I know.
I've written stuff lately, started reading again. Haven't really seen people. Amy says I should call. I do, occasionally, and so I told her it is a two way street and that they could get off their asses and call me, too. That I shouldn't be doing it all. I think the last time I did anything with a group was a couple of weeks ago, the last time I initiated something. The way I look at it, everyone knows when I'm working and that I'm up for anything just about anytime so long as I'm left with a stretch for sleep.
They aren't exactly great all the time, but neither am I, and you are by no stretch perfect, so squash that little superior statement at the end. That's something that always bugged me. I'm glad you're still around, I know you've been through a lot and are still here--but you can feel your glow inside you, or even say so in private, where it doesn't make you out to look like a dick on some public, yet seemingly insignificant journal site.
I know this sort of thing, lj, is kinda self-absorbed and that communication is also, essentially, but there's something called tact--and even direct people need it.
Love you.
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