The Boondock Diaries

So today I'm going to go have lunch with my mom.  That should be pretty cool.  She's pleased that I helped her find a new car (her old one having been totalled in an accident a few weeks ago).  I get along with my mom really well now.  Years ago, when I used to live with her, we didn't get along so well.  I guess it's just distance.  Being farther away from someone really helps, from what I can tell.  If I ever get married, I'm moving to China by myself, we'll be sure to have a great marriage.  Oh, I got it all figured out.

My dad's been home all week because he has about a month vacation time that he's having to use before he loses is.  That's the way it works in the military, I guess.  Anyway, he's been using the time to catch up on his schoolwork.  He is taking internet courses for his B.A., and the two he's enrolled in this quarter are giving him an awful time, it would seem.  I do declare that it would be a real travesty if I had to take off work for something as depressing as finishing my homework.  Then again, lacking experience in the matter, I'm really not qualified to say, I suppose.  I wish I was qualified, because that would mean that I am in school again, which I would love.  I'd really like to start taking some classes, but I never seem to be able to get over the speedbumps, which are mostly in my mind, I'd guess.  This summer I've gotten farther than ever before at enrolling, but the hurdle that grounded me this time was having to talk to the old man about financials.  More specifically, if I can't get financial aid, can I count on him for any support?  I'd wager no, just because he'd reckon that I should pay for the classes myself.  Which would be fine, except for the fact that I just bought a new computer, and now I have a $700 credit card bill to pay off.  I'd like to pay it off quickly, to avoid high interest rates, which means that as all my money is going to that, I wouldn't be able to ferret away the nigh thousand dollars needed to pay for classes.  So, it looks like I'll be waiting a bit more.  This is fairly unacceptable, but I suppose I can wait one more quarter.  After all, I've been waiting five years already.

So, I'll call that a post for today.  I'd best be on the road if I'm going to make it to Port Orchard by 1:00pm.  Good day.

Hello again, friends!  As it happens, earlier this eve I was perusing the internets, as I often do, when I happened across the LiveJournal website.  Remembering that I used to have some sort of journal-ish stuff written here, I decided to revisit what I had written in my journal to date.  It's an odd feeling, definitely, to flick through one's past in text format.  Once I got the hang of it, though, I read through the whole thing.  Needless to say, I was mostly amused at my own cleverness.  But of course, how couldn't I be?  I also realized that it was nice to be able to look over the past few years of my life and see the roads I wandered that have led me to where I am.  Plus, writing hones the mind, and that's never a bad thing.  Unless, of course, your mind is already incredibly sharp, and you're worried that any more sharpening would cause your brain to poke a hole through your forehead.  Which is inadvisable (mostly).  

So let's catch up.  Why not start with work?  Because work sucks, that's why.  But we're going to do it anyway, since work is the boss of me, and demands that we start with it.  I work at Blockbuster Video.  Well, one of them, anyway.  I've been there for slightly longer than two years now.  I'm a shift manager, which is a nice way of saying "Blockbuster's Bitch", which would be significantly more accurate.  Not that it's a bad job, really.  Nor a good one.  It is simply a job.  It could be worse, true.  Besides, I like working with the public anyway, it's hilarious.  How so, you ask?  Well, I've noticed a interesting trend: most people are, in all honestly, quite dim-witted.  Perhaps it's just the fact that it's a video store, and that attracts all the less than bright folk, but it's uncanny how many people will walk into my store with their mouth hanging open.  So, that makes me laugh.  The job itself is far from challenging, but at least it's a paycheck.  My only real complaint is that the job requires no thought, and I often find myself zoned-out and just completing appointed tasks mechanically, while my brain is off jet-skiing, which is very cool of it to do.  I come home and I can't bear to watch TV, because I've already spent eight hours not thinking.  That's my only real complaint.  Everything else about the job is just mildly irritating.  Which is pretty damn sweet, in relation to past jobs.

Aside from my job, I've been doing short films with my friend.  We've made two so far, which are moderately funny, in my humble opinion.  They're fun to do, and really only take a day to film, so it's a cool thing to do over the weekend.  I've written one myself, though I am loathe to actually film it, lest I see that it is utterly abysmal and all my carefully constructed illusions about my writing talent will vanish nigh instantly.  Still, I'm sure we'll get around to shooting it sooner or later.  At least the shoot will be fun, they always are.  That's mostly all I keep up to, though.  Not a thrill a minute, but by no means dull.  It works for me, and that's more than enough.

So, that's the gist!  I shall make most noble attempts to continue updating this long-forgotten journal, which I now wonder if anyone will even see.  That's not the point, though, is it.  The point is I'll be able to see it, so many years down the line, when I'm far away from where I am now.  Who knows, maybe I'll even laugh.  Hah!

So, to any readers who have remained faithful over the years, please now consider yourself well-informed on the doings of me.  Good day.