Things that inspire me

Or, rather songs. So. I decided that in my absence of posting, I would return with stuff that has been inspiring me recently.

1. The Devil is Real - the Felice Brothers (who I am absolutely in love with!)
2. Swimming Pool - Freezepop (yes, I realize that Freezepop is on guitar hero. No, this song sounds nothing like the song on Guitar Hero. And I love it)
3. The Blower's Daughter - Damien Rice
4. Congratulations - Blue October (I've known about Blue October for a while now, but this song features Imogen Heap, who I also love)
5. Tell Her - Del Amitri
6. Balloons - Julia Nunes (Ok, so I confess, I heard about Julia on youtube, and I am one of her many fans, but this song just makes me all tingly inside)
7. I Stood - Missy Higgins (Missy Higgins and Joshua Radin are both coming to the WOW hall in November, guess who is going to see them??? ME!!!!)

Basically, my life has been all about things that inspire me lately. Be it people, or songs, or what have you, I've been all about inspiration. Mostly because my life confuses me so much sometimes, that I just need a little time for me, and feeling good about me. These songs are part of that.

Life, and such

I realize, it's been a while. I apologize to all the people (like...2) that have probably stopped reading because I stopped posting. Life has been... a little crazy, and by crazy, I really mean, boring. Seriously. My life is so boring and lonely now. I work. That's it. I'm 20 years old, and I work like I'm 30. Holy shit, it makes me feel old. I don't have time for friends, or a girlfriend, I have time to come home and jack off basically (sorry, again). It's so fucking boring. And lonely. Did I mention I'm lonely? I'm worried I'm stunting myself for later. I see all these friends that are getting married, because they have enough time to actually find someone who can put up with them, and I feel like I'm running out of time because I spend all my time working. WTF. I'm 20 fucking years old!

Ok. Apart from the ranting, I still love my job. Even though it stunts my social life, I love it. It's fantastic, and I'm trying to make as many work friends as possible, because that's my social connection with the world. What do I really want, you might ask? I WANT TO BE A FUCKING FIREFIGHTER! Shhhh... don't tell anyone, but this hospital job is kinda just a crutch until I can get into firefighting. I'm not "smart" enough to be in nursing school, so it's kinda dead end for me at the hospital for now... I guess. Whatevs. I'm 20, right? What I should really be doing is having fun with my friends, and finding myself a girlfriend, however, I work. So I apologize if you are a friend that I have neglected. I'm just busy.

Currently...

Well. An update. Again.

A couple of things i found recently in my room.


A fortune cookie slip. "You find beauty in ordinary things. Do not lose this ability." Apparently I thought that was worth keeping.

A magazine clipping that says "Zombie."

2 packages of Parmesan gold fish. Yum.

An old graduation photo.

My MCT robin hood t-shirt.

A box of carbon filters for my fish tank. Too bad I just bought another box of them.

Caution tape.

A little green alien. (which I'm pretty sure I've had since at least middle school)

My icy hot. Praise the Lord.


Nothing much else has been going on in my life. However, I would like to note that I am getting paid to be at home today. I love Labor Day. I am also looking forward to starting my new job at the brand new Riverbend hospital. Sweet. And it is 19 days until my state practical exam. Holy Jesus. That's intense.

An update

Wow, it's been quite some time. Things have been a little insane since the last time I updated. Let's see... Here's some stuff, I guess.

1. I am still working and Duck's Village, and yes, I still love it.
2. I just got a job at Riverbend hospital as a janitor. It is an on call position with no guaranteed hours, but it's still a foot in the door. I have orientation next week. :)
3. I have my final exam for my EMT class tomorrow night.
4. My practical exam is 0n Thursday.
5. I'm going a little crazy, but life is still pretty good.

Sorry it's a short update, but I just wanted to kinda let ya'll know how things are going. Peace.

Wow, it's been a while

Ok, so, here I am again. My computer is still dead, but courtesy of Duck's Village and stupid tennants, I have a laptop now (that works perfectly, but I found it in the trash). Anywho. I'm leaving for California for 5 days tomorrow at midnight, and I couldn't be more excited. I don't really have time to go into all of it, however, it's going to be an awesome trip, I can already tell. So, I'll post again soon, I promise.

A typewriter experience

So, I have a typewriter. And I decided that I wanted to share some of the stuff that has been on the pages (it's been in our dining room for a while, so everyone writes on it)

"Astrid is a wonderful cat. She is fat, and stuff. Her claws are kinda fucked, but we don't care, we lover her anyways. Though, she can be kinda a bitch. If you pet her for too long, or pet her too hard, she bites, and it hurts. Fuck you Astrid. I lied. I don't love Astrid, and I don't feel bad about it."

"The cactus looks like a spiky chode. A railed penis. A wanna be dick. I have eternally lost my erection- infinity is long and soft."

"I am out of paper. The end."

"Butt, in fact, lots of butts"

"Do you think Market of Choice sells guavas? I don't know what the fuck a guava is. Let's wikipedia it... It kinda looks like a lime. One kilogram is like... 2 pounds, right? That's a love of fuckin' guava."

"MY BOOBS ITCH SO BAD. I do not know why. Maybe excessive saliva deposits. Deposit saliva on my titties. The rash forms on my nipples, my areolas are inflamed."

"Mitchell, you lusty toed whore bag. I hope your balls shrivel into dust, into the wasteland sand of the desert."

"Daffy doody donald duck. Duck duckity doo-hickey"



God I love my roommates.

A very big day...

Today was a momentous day. I threw the rings she gave me in the river. It felt amazing. I am free. For the first time in three years I feel free. So I went home, took a celebratory shot of tequila and washed it down with a beer. I don't need her anymore, and it feels awesome.