9.14.2003
On the move...
Today I got my own "apartment". The quotations mean that I don't consider one room that I have to pay $330 a month for a true apartment. My place is in the bottom floor of a house in the University District. It's not a total dump, but it's god-awful close. No phone or anything. I'm gonna be job-rooking as soon as I move in on Wednesday, I pray that I won't have to work fast food again.
The thing that sucks about all of this is how temporary it is. I'm going to be gone to boot camp in less than three months. My mom is making me move out, because I don't "respect" her. Respect according to my mom, is letting her tell lies without me refuting them. So retarded. So I'm going to be living in a dump and feeding and housing myself...which is kinda cool. It's almost a trap though, once I get comfortable with being independent, it'll be hard to go to bootcamp. But it's all for the best, I could never pay for a full college education by myself, or see the world...
Anyways, it feels good to finally leave childhood completely behind. The scary part is how bored I will be while looking for a job. Without internet access, I'm probably going to be stuck reading newspapers I find in cafes, and writing down random thoughts to keep myself sane. Maybe I might become a beatnic?
Hopefully none of those transient looking people who live in the same building with me will steal my stuff. That's all I can hope for at this point. Everyone who wants to keep in touch, email me, and I will occasionally answer back when I trek over to the library or something.
Pray for me, folks.
"Opportunity is missed by most people because it is dressed in overalls and looks like work."
- Thomas A. Edison
The thing that sucks about all of this is how temporary it is. I'm going to be gone to boot camp in less than three months. My mom is making me move out, because I don't "respect" her. Respect according to my mom, is letting her tell lies without me refuting them. So retarded. So I'm going to be living in a dump and feeding and housing myself...which is kinda cool. It's almost a trap though, once I get comfortable with being independent, it'll be hard to go to bootcamp. But it's all for the best, I could never pay for a full college education by myself, or see the world...
Anyways, it feels good to finally leave childhood completely behind. The scary part is how bored I will be while looking for a job. Without internet access, I'm probably going to be stuck reading newspapers I find in cafes, and writing down random thoughts to keep myself sane. Maybe I might become a beatnic?
Hopefully none of those transient looking people who live in the same building with me will steal my stuff. That's all I can hope for at this point. Everyone who wants to keep in touch, email me, and I will occasionally answer back when I trek over to the library or something.
Pray for me, folks.
"Opportunity is missed by most people because it is dressed in overalls and looks like work."
- Thomas A. Edison
9.10.2003
Is the Hokey-Pokey really what it's all about?
I haven't written anything on this junk for a long time. Probably because to write something, I have to think about something, and the past couple weeks my thoughts have been about running, doing situps, and making contraptions with bunjee cords and broomsticks to make my neck bigger.
However, I am seeing some benefits. I've lost almost 30 pounds and am almost within the acceptable range to enlist. By next week I should be done, and hopefully I will be out of this state for good. My MOS is 98c, or Intelligence Analyst. This means I get to hear dope intercepted messages and decide how the army should act based on that information. Or at least I will, as soon as I get top security clearance. This includes a backround check of some kind (I am not sure of the details) and a lengthy interview. Sometimes I think about becomming a spook, but instead of intelligence work and espionage forever, I think I'd rather be an astronaut. No joke. Uh, and then US President. Right.
I think I'm going to get a livejournal because it's easier to work with, though blogger is pretty cool. I'll still update this whenever I have something to say, but that's getting really rare nowadays...it seems as I can ran faster and farther(a hair under 6 miles today), I become more and more softspoken...Hmm.
Can't wait to get another badass Russian watch, this one could come in the mail for me any day now: Booya. I beleive it's an official Soviet submariner watch. Cool stuff, and not so blatantly Soviet I will take flack for having it in the armie. Choice.
Lately I have only one friend left in this state...well, there are others, but the non-communicate with, don't know what the deal is type of friends. I don't want to start fresh once I leave, but I also feel like keeping in contact with people has to be a two-way street. I guess people change too much to stay the same forever, but I beleive it can work. There's a lot of people I really miss talking to.
My life is so boring and one-tracked it's amazing I can still enunciate words. I will try to muster up the least bit of personality one of these days, I swear ma'am.
"One should always play fairly when one has the winning cards."
-Oscar Wilde
