I'm pretty sure I'm failing at life.
My credit is awesome. So awesome, in fact, that cingular won't even allow me to sign up for an account with them. Deposit? No, they just said no. It was amazing, really; I got to play with the phone I wanted, and choose my plan. I even called cricket to get my account number so they could put my old phone number to my new service. The guy punched a couple things into the computer and said, "Hm. This may take a little while." After he made a phone call he turned to me and said, "Well, I'm not going to be able to sign you up for service with us. Sorry." "Uh, why?" "Well, because the credit approval department denied the request to open an account. Again, I'm sorry." "Oh. Ok."
I'm just curious how bad I can make my credit before people come to hunt me down with sticks and knives. I have a plan to create a script to just keep checking my credit score so it'll put little dings in it over and over and over. My goal is to have a 300. That would be amazing.
On the flipside, I did buy a guitar. It's really nice. I had planned on taking a picture of it with my new phone, but we all know how that won't work out. Now the purchase of the guitar is marred by the unsuccessfull attempts at life in this society and I'm pretty sure I'm just going to take it back.
While I'm in this fantastic mood, I think I shall reflect. In my time being single, which has been over a year, I've managed to find nothing. Nothing at all. The only thing I can really claim is dating a girl for less than a month, pretty much out of sheer desperation. I'm not in love with anything, but given even the smallest opportunity, I find myself desperately clinging to anything available that I find even the remotest bit interesting. I'm shrinking as a person. All that noise about growth and maturity was really just hot air, I think. Can I let on? No. I'll fake it if I have to.
It's times like these when I just want to pack a few things in my car and just leave everything. There are two things stopping me. The first is I have a conscience and I would screw my roomates and friends over by leaving them in the financial lurch. The second, and most important, thing keeping me here is the realization that I do not want to end up like my father. That is exactly what he would do; just take off and run away. I'm down to the line, though, and I need out.
The lows are so extreme that the good seems fucking cheap and it teases you for weeks in its abscense.
I want my best friend back.
I'm just curious how bad I can make my credit before people come to hunt me down with sticks and knives. I have a plan to create a script to just keep checking my credit score so it'll put little dings in it over and over and over. My goal is to have a 300. That would be amazing.
On the flipside, I did buy a guitar. It's really nice. I had planned on taking a picture of it with my new phone, but we all know how that won't work out. Now the purchase of the guitar is marred by the unsuccessfull attempts at life in this society and I'm pretty sure I'm just going to take it back.
While I'm in this fantastic mood, I think I shall reflect. In my time being single, which has been over a year, I've managed to find nothing. Nothing at all. The only thing I can really claim is dating a girl for less than a month, pretty much out of sheer desperation. I'm not in love with anything, but given even the smallest opportunity, I find myself desperately clinging to anything available that I find even the remotest bit interesting. I'm shrinking as a person. All that noise about growth and maturity was really just hot air, I think. Can I let on? No. I'll fake it if I have to.
It's times like these when I just want to pack a few things in my car and just leave everything. There are two things stopping me. The first is I have a conscience and I would screw my roomates and friends over by leaving them in the financial lurch. The second, and most important, thing keeping me here is the realization that I do not want to end up like my father. That is exactly what he would do; just take off and run away. I'm down to the line, though, and I need out.
The lows are so extreme that the good seems fucking cheap and it teases you for weeks in its abscense.
I want my best friend back.