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A few things-
The new logging job is cool. 6pm-3am. However, between the hours of 9pm-10pm, I hit a ridiculous lull that makes that particular hour go by very, very slowly. Anything before or after that is generally golden.
I started wearing my glasses more often, due to the fact that I'm staring at two computer screens all shift long and my contacts aren't a fan.
I have become awful at typing on a real pc keyboard. It's either a laptop or mac keyboard from now on. The darn buttons are too tall! I shudder to think of how I would be on a typewriter.
Ashley's baby will be born soon, which I thought about on that last cigarette break, and it blows my mind. Which made me think that I'd like to be friends with this new family, the Fouches, as I become a man.
My birthday is in like a week and a half. Funny, I've been telling people I'm 24 for about 6 months now, not even realizing that I was still 23. I have no plans, little time, and little money.
It sucks watching people party on video and not being able to listen to music, drink, and have a good time right along with them.
On Monday, we are going to draw straws to see who has to log a spycam tape of a cast member masturbating. Classy.
I have a bottle of Jamison 12 year at my house waiting for me. I strongly desire to go drink it and listen to Brand New's 'Me Vs. Maradona Vs. Elvis'. Like the good old days.
I'm listening to the complete 'Halo' discography of Nine Inch Nails to see Trent Reznor's progression as an artist. Starting at Broken, halo 5. Because seriously - Pretty Hate Machine sucks, except for Something I Can Never Have. I'm on The Downward Spiral now, and it's mindblowing. Can't wait 'till I get to The Fragile, and this gives me a great excuse to listen to With Teeth and Year Zero, which I never really gave a solid chance.
Ah, Los Angeles. Busy. Claustrophobic. And somehow, still lonely.
-matt
edit: p.s.- I just realized that Ashley's baby, who is a girl named Quinn, had a due date of the 6th. Which is surprisingly close to when my due date was. I was 2 weeks late before I got evicted. Quinn's working on like 5 days now.
and I always said how I thought it'd be funny if her child and I had the same birthday.
edit #2: I just saw a picture of myself from right when I started going to Full Sail. Not that I feel fat, per se, but I am a little alarmed by the difference a couple years of ramen noodles, energy drinks, lots of cigarettes, and hours upon hours in front of the computer can do. Maybe I do actually need to start working out.
The new logging job is cool. 6pm-3am. However, between the hours of 9pm-10pm, I hit a ridiculous lull that makes that particular hour go by very, very slowly. Anything before or after that is generally golden.
I started wearing my glasses more often, due to the fact that I'm staring at two computer screens all shift long and my contacts aren't a fan.
I have become awful at typing on a real pc keyboard. It's either a laptop or mac keyboard from now on. The darn buttons are too tall! I shudder to think of how I would be on a typewriter.
Ashley's baby will be born soon, which I thought about on that last cigarette break, and it blows my mind. Which made me think that I'd like to be friends with this new family, the Fouches, as I become a man.
My birthday is in like a week and a half. Funny, I've been telling people I'm 24 for about 6 months now, not even realizing that I was still 23. I have no plans, little time, and little money.
It sucks watching people party on video and not being able to listen to music, drink, and have a good time right along with them.
On Monday, we are going to draw straws to see who has to log a spycam tape of a cast member masturbating. Classy.
I have a bottle of Jamison 12 year at my house waiting for me. I strongly desire to go drink it and listen to Brand New's 'Me Vs. Maradona Vs. Elvis'. Like the good old days.
I'm listening to the complete 'Halo' discography of Nine Inch Nails to see Trent Reznor's progression as an artist. Starting at Broken, halo 5. Because seriously - Pretty Hate Machine sucks, except for Something I Can Never Have. I'm on The Downward Spiral now, and it's mindblowing. Can't wait 'till I get to The Fragile, and this gives me a great excuse to listen to With Teeth and Year Zero, which I never really gave a solid chance.
Ah, Los Angeles. Busy. Claustrophobic. And somehow, still lonely.
-matt
edit: p.s.- I just realized that Ashley's baby, who is a girl named Quinn, had a due date of the 6th. Which is surprisingly close to when my due date was. I was 2 weeks late before I got evicted. Quinn's working on like 5 days now.
and I always said how I thought it'd be funny if her child and I had the same birthday.
edit #2: I just saw a picture of myself from right when I started going to Full Sail. Not that I feel fat, per se, but I am a little alarmed by the difference a couple years of ramen noodles, energy drinks, lots of cigarettes, and hours upon hours in front of the computer can do. Maybe I do actually need to start working out.