Birthday Post
Whaddaya think of my Miami Gangster look for Halloween? I was aiming for something right outta "Scarface" but, alas, I lack the bling to pull it off completely. Oh well. It's still a cool suit, and for having picked up the jacket and slacks during a port visit in Naples, Italy, for six hundred dollars, it had better look good on me.
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IN other news, today, as of 1:23 PM, Pacific Time, I am twenty-six years old. I was wanting to go to Hailey's tonight. It's 80's night, as it is every Thursday, and how apropos that my birthday would fall on one. It'd be so fitting to dance the night away to the music that was so big during my formative decade, but, alas, just as I'm finally getting ready to go, the caffeine rush I've been on all afternoon and evening is finally coming down, and I'm ready for bed.
Birthdays make me so introspective...but then again, so do a lot of other things.
Despite owing UNT a huge wad of cash and thus being unable to register for classes, this has been a good year. I've actually left a two-year doldrum in my life and feel as if I'm finally getting somewhere. For starters, I left the center of all that is podunk in Louisiana. The only good thing about that place was my family, and the friends I made there. Nicole, Trey, Becky, Shorty, Sammy, Dave, Vanessa, Ben, Jailbait, Kris, Billie, Caitlin, Jake, Jesse, Joey, Randy, Kathleen, Frick, Loki, Jody, Trisha and all the rest, you guys rock. I love you and miss you all. I've made several great new friends here in Denton, and, unlikely as it is to ever actually happen across state (and a few international) borders, I'd love to get everyone together for a kick ass party sometime.
After a few false starts in the employment department, (telemarketing) I've finally found a good steady job. Not a career, mind you, but just a job. The work itself is a step up from total crap, as it's grungy industrial assembly and steelwork, but the pay is decent, and I couldn't ask for better bosses or coworkers. Also, the company is moving to a newer, larger building, and will be adding personnel next year. Odds are that several people working there could find themselves in supervisory positions, and with such experience and a glowing navy promotion record under my belt, I'd be a good cantidate for one of those supervisory positions. With that, I'll hopefully be able to pay off all my debts and gradually restore my credit.
The work situation also comes with an added bonus. Getting to work on a bicycle everyday has shed pounds. Dancing salsa every week at least at lessons, if not also in the club, has also helped immensely. I've lost forty pounds and counting since I moved to Denton. Also, with the manual labor involved in my new job, my upper body strength has increased. Where once were pathetic girly arms, I am now beginning to see the first sprouts of notable biceps. I've always liked my calves, back, and shoulders, but needed dire work on my thighs, stomach, chest, and arms. Well, slowly but surely, those areas of my body are also catching up.
After years going nowhere, incubating in that shithole that is Central Louisiana, and stumbling out of the starting gate here in Denton, things are finally looking better. It all makes me wonder and look forward to what I'll write here when I'm twenty-seven...