Dead Nor Alive, I Simply Am
Yes hello friends again, from the land of tires and sun. I know it has been a rather long time since my last update, and for those of you out there who do this LJ thing for entertainment or news or what-have-you, I'm sorry, but the muse just hadn't been with me lately. For some reason though, it feels as though She is with me now, so let's give this a go.
Yeah so I graduated the other month. As predicted, I fell asleep during the course of the proceedings, which should come as little surprise to anyone. Honestly, it wasn't as bad as I had been fearing it would be, what with 1,400 graduates, all of whom had their names read aloud. The ceremony itself was very well organized, I was impressed with how smoothly it ran, but I do have to say the slapdash way we got our diplomas needs some changing. Everyone just bum-rushed their particular major's table and demanded their $50,000 piece of paper. But whatever. A few more minutes after five years of work isn't too bad.
So home I went, and home I am.
Doing things. Working. Made my first loan payment the other week. Saving up for a car, and looking for places to live in the fall that isn't my parent's home. Talking again with the female gender, which is never a bad thing. I hope to see her soon, and there will be more on this when it develops. -IF- it develops. With the exception of the crippling social isolation (which I'm sort of used to, having gone through it four times prior), I'm really rather content with my life as such. Which is the other half of the reason why I haven't updated lately - no conflict means my updates are dull, lifeless husks of what they were in their heyday.
So, here are two fun quotes from my time at home, since all the others are kinda banal.
Mom: So what else would you like to eat? We need new ideas.
Me: Pork balls and rice...that southwestern casserole thing with the ground pork...
Abby (my sister): God, everything has pork with you. You're like the anti-jew.
Me: And it works on so many levels!
*I am not now, nor have I ever been anti-Semitic. I just have very poor decorum*
Me: When I get married, I want to walk down the aisle listening to In the Land of Grey and Pink. I want...I want Pink Floyd. I want Muddle.
Dad: Pft. Yeah right. You'll just find an old-fashioned girl. It's gonna happen.
Me: Goddammit. Just once I want someone somewhere to have King Crimson played at a wedding proper. Not at the reception, at the fucking ceremony.
Dad: *long pause* You're fucked up.
And while we're at it, an old classic -
Dad: Well you could make my Mother's potato salad; you don't make it often enough.
Mom: I don't make that salad often because I don't like it.
Dad: Goddamn, you don't like much of anything I like! Makes you wonder if you even like me!
Me: Good one Dad.
Mom: Shut up Eric.
So yeah.
If any of you were wondering, I will be posting about my Senior memories at some point, I just need to get into the whole reminiscing mind-set is all, and lately I've been doing the opposite.
So there you go.
Peace, love, and pez.
Yeah so I graduated the other month. As predicted, I fell asleep during the course of the proceedings, which should come as little surprise to anyone. Honestly, it wasn't as bad as I had been fearing it would be, what with 1,400 graduates, all of whom had their names read aloud. The ceremony itself was very well organized, I was impressed with how smoothly it ran, but I do have to say the slapdash way we got our diplomas needs some changing. Everyone just bum-rushed their particular major's table and demanded their $50,000 piece of paper. But whatever. A few more minutes after five years of work isn't too bad.
So home I went, and home I am.
Doing things. Working. Made my first loan payment the other week. Saving up for a car, and looking for places to live in the fall that isn't my parent's home. Talking again with the female gender, which is never a bad thing. I hope to see her soon, and there will be more on this when it develops. -IF- it develops. With the exception of the crippling social isolation (which I'm sort of used to, having gone through it four times prior), I'm really rather content with my life as such. Which is the other half of the reason why I haven't updated lately - no conflict means my updates are dull, lifeless husks of what they were in their heyday.
So, here are two fun quotes from my time at home, since all the others are kinda banal.
Mom: So what else would you like to eat? We need new ideas.
Me: Pork balls and rice...that southwestern casserole thing with the ground pork...
Abby (my sister): God, everything has pork with you. You're like the anti-jew.
Me: And it works on so many levels!
*I am not now, nor have I ever been anti-Semitic. I just have very poor decorum*
Me: When I get married, I want to walk down the aisle listening to In the Land of Grey and Pink. I want...I want Pink Floyd. I want Muddle.
Dad: Pft. Yeah right. You'll just find an old-fashioned girl. It's gonna happen.
Me: Goddammit. Just once I want someone somewhere to have King Crimson played at a wedding proper. Not at the reception, at the fucking ceremony.
Dad: *long pause* You're fucked up.
And while we're at it, an old classic -
Dad: Well you could make my Mother's potato salad; you don't make it often enough.
Mom: I don't make that salad often because I don't like it.
Dad: Goddamn, you don't like much of anything I like! Makes you wonder if you even like me!
Me: Good one Dad.
Mom: Shut up Eric.
So yeah.
If any of you were wondering, I will be posting about my Senior memories at some point, I just need to get into the whole reminiscing mind-set is all, and lately I've been doing the opposite.
So there you go.
Peace, love, and pez.