Valentine's Day bump
As expertly as I've managed to utterly vanish from everyone who pays me heed on my journal, some have indeed proven that I still exist. Most notably of these said persons is Beatniche, the person with whom I spent the sole 2 days out of my house for the month of January, and have managed to eclipse that number with for February already. After the most recent trip to the wonderful city of Allentown, PA, where we were attempting to locate his missing cellular phone, we started to listen to Tool's second-most recent album, Salival. As we neared my home, the third song on the album, Pushit, started to play, and the last leg of the trip which started half a minute from my home was lengthened significantly by a rather enjoyable ride through less commonly driven road. This found both of us fully aurally enthralled for over fourteen minutes of amazing supermetal, not a single moment of which was the least bit repetitive or annoying. Upon our return to my house, we briefly ran into Angry_Franklin, who just happened to be driving down the street in his new [at least in terms of my own knowledge] set of wheels. I've found the afternoons out on the road with Beatniche have become a quite pleasant rift in my mundane inanity. Despite how thorough and efficient holing myself up in my bedroom, and waning away each moment of every monotonous day on the computer remains, I've noticed that there is still that small semblance of longing for an actual physical interaction that rears itself every so often. In postscriptum, I hope Beatniche manages to find his phone expediently, as communication is quite important for him at this time.
As an update on me, for any concerned parties, there's not much to report. I'm still working in the Lawn and Garden department at Sears as a commissioned salesman, which, from January through mid-March roughly translates to sweat shop wage slave. The Lawn and Garden department is all but dead these few months, as the season for snowthrowers and such equipment ended in December, and there is yet to be grassy lawns in need of mowing that have been seen, or shall be for quite some time. To make my paychecks even more insignificant, my wonderful store instituted an actual commissioned hardware department last fall, which no longer allows the gentlemen in my department to transact any hardware purchases: the only meager off-setting they had last year in this driest of dry periods of sales. When I'm not sleeping in until the last possible moment to get to work on time, I am firmly planted in my most-used Christmas present of last year: my wonderfully leathery black swivel chair of comfort, typing up a storm on my computer, or challenging all comers in the Legend lobby of ESPN NFL Football for the PlayStation 2. The vast majority of time spent on the computer goes into the vertical scrolling world of mIRC, where my full genius is as it should be: spontaneous, quick-witted, fast-paced, and forgotten moments later (unless logged by curious parties). Outside these six staples of my life (work, sleep, food, bathroom, computer and PS2 for those of you counting at home), there is next to naught. Even my trips down to the other end of the mall to visit my ex-employer have dwindled significantly, as I feel I've outworn my welcome, and have drained all reasons to spend time in the store. As Beatniche has posted earlier, the corporation has started to become more and more concerned with numbers, and less so with customer relationships, so my presence in the store (with no funds or real desire to purchase anything) serves as little more than a hindrance to business being conducted.
I'm saving what miniscule scraps of money I've been collecting from my job, and, for all intents and purposes, am out of debt. However, the lack of a car is really disallowing any personal progression from taking place. My gameplan is to get to the point where I have enough money saved to buy a dependable used car. Upon the aquisition of said transportation, I reason that I'll be able to find a much more decent job, and finish paying off the debt of the car much more expediently. After again returning to the point of being debt-free, I intend to continue saving up enough to be able to finally move out of my house, and surcease the burdening I've imposed on my family for far too long. Upon leaving my house, I intend to leave the state. Whether it be Pennsylvania, Florida, or maybe even Kentucky, I'd be much better off not living within the confines of this lurid state which is aptly the butt of nearly every state joke. This is, however, all dependent upon my willpower overcoming my astonishing laziness and general lack of drive or ambition.
After taking the time to read all about me verbosely commenting on the nothingness with which I occupy myself, I'd like to thank you for your time, and wish each and every one of you a completely enjoyable Valentine's Day. If you have a Valentine, here's to hoping your time with them is spectacular. For those of you who don't, keep on keeping yourselves company.
I'm not here; this isn't happpening...
As an update on me, for any concerned parties, there's not much to report. I'm still working in the Lawn and Garden department at Sears as a commissioned salesman, which, from January through mid-March roughly translates to sweat shop wage slave. The Lawn and Garden department is all but dead these few months, as the season for snowthrowers and such equipment ended in December, and there is yet to be grassy lawns in need of mowing that have been seen, or shall be for quite some time. To make my paychecks even more insignificant, my wonderful store instituted an actual commissioned hardware department last fall, which no longer allows the gentlemen in my department to transact any hardware purchases: the only meager off-setting they had last year in this driest of dry periods of sales. When I'm not sleeping in until the last possible moment to get to work on time, I am firmly planted in my most-used Christmas present of last year: my wonderfully leathery black swivel chair of comfort, typing up a storm on my computer, or challenging all comers in the Legend lobby of ESPN NFL Football for the PlayStation 2. The vast majority of time spent on the computer goes into the vertical scrolling world of mIRC, where my full genius is as it should be: spontaneous, quick-witted, fast-paced, and forgotten moments later (unless logged by curious parties). Outside these six staples of my life (work, sleep, food, bathroom, computer and PS2 for those of you counting at home), there is next to naught. Even my trips down to the other end of the mall to visit my ex-employer have dwindled significantly, as I feel I've outworn my welcome, and have drained all reasons to spend time in the store. As Beatniche has posted earlier, the corporation has started to become more and more concerned with numbers, and less so with customer relationships, so my presence in the store (with no funds or real desire to purchase anything) serves as little more than a hindrance to business being conducted.
I'm saving what miniscule scraps of money I've been collecting from my job, and, for all intents and purposes, am out of debt. However, the lack of a car is really disallowing any personal progression from taking place. My gameplan is to get to the point where I have enough money saved to buy a dependable used car. Upon the aquisition of said transportation, I reason that I'll be able to find a much more decent job, and finish paying off the debt of the car much more expediently. After again returning to the point of being debt-free, I intend to continue saving up enough to be able to finally move out of my house, and surcease the burdening I've imposed on my family for far too long. Upon leaving my house, I intend to leave the state. Whether it be Pennsylvania, Florida, or maybe even Kentucky, I'd be much better off not living within the confines of this lurid state which is aptly the butt of nearly every state joke. This is, however, all dependent upon my willpower overcoming my astonishing laziness and general lack of drive or ambition.
After taking the time to read all about me verbosely commenting on the nothingness with which I occupy myself, I'd like to thank you for your time, and wish each and every one of you a completely enjoyable Valentine's Day. If you have a Valentine, here's to hoping your time with them is spectacular. For those of you who don't, keep on keeping yourselves company.
I'm not here; this isn't happpening...