Well, that was a pretty blingin' week. Supposing it's possible to festoon a week with tacky jewelery. Might not be. But anyway! and I had quite a time. I was honestly surprised at how busy we managed to keep ourselves. Guess I never really gave this neck of the woods enough credit. There were even leftover things which will have to wait until next time. Sable didn't seem to like her very much, little weirdo. Did an unusual amount of impulse buying. Enjoyed (sort of) some daylight. Yay!

Monday, went to Denny's for breakfast, and ate a lot. Went to the mall and cruised around for a while. Made the mistake of entering a Hot Topic -- got a pretty sweet-ass retro geek Mario shirt, but in doing so, attracted unwanted attention from the clerk on duty, who was the single least heterosexual being I have ever encountered, and seemed to fancy me for some diseased dude-fancying reason. Figures, first time in my life I go anywhere with a girl on my arm, and I attract the biggest flamer in the state. Anyway. Then went to Hoss's, ate a lot.

Tuesday was pretty low-key. Went to mom's for dinner. Ate a lot. Relaxed.

Wednesday: Roller skating. Uh, ate a lot? No, guess not, really.

Thursday: Knoebels, regional theme park. Took our damn sweet time wandering around on our own schedule. Went to a local restaurant afterwards, and ate a lot.

Friday, we went to a semi-local candy shop full of all sorts of snooty expensive junk, and both left with a fairly sizable grab bag. Also stopped at the scenic overlook which, uh, overlooks the city of Williamsport and most everything near it. Was otherwise pretty much just a cool-down day after a really busy Thursday. Little more mall cruising on Saturday, little more impulse buying.

So yeah, there you go, I got to spend time with a real live girl, and basically had a pretty stellar week and life is good and whatnot. She's home now, though, which is a little sad. But oh well. She's not that far.

Here's a picture of the two of us in midair, if you're weird enough to want to see that: [link]

Alright, that's enough bragging out of me. I still have a week to myself, which I will spend as lazily as possible. And you can't stop me.

I guess I've been leaving the Internet in the dark as of late, so here's what's up.

One week from today, I'll be moving into a beautiful new home. This is colossally good news for my dad, who has been apartment jumping for ages now and has always wanted to finally get his own house. And now he has! Hooray! Like I said, the place is perfect. I can't wait. Moving sucks, of course, but it'll be more than worth it. Hell, maybe this will improve my whole outlook on life at least slightly.

Roughly a month after that, I'll be receiving an important visitor, the first of her kind. , to be more specific. This is pretty big news too. I think we'll have a good time. And stuff. Yes, stuff.

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Amazing how I have so much to say, and managed to say it all so quickly and boringly. Hmph. Well, you're the Internet, you don't care. Here, watch the Full-Life Consequences series on youtube instead. [link] [link] [link] [link]
It will not disappoint. Oh yeah, Quarter-Life too. [link]

Work bites, but has bitten less because the stupid horrible boss lady everybody hates went back where she belongs, though I heard a rumor that she'll be back this coming week, and am clinging to my hope that this is bologna. It probably is. If she shows up, I'll be upset. In my pants.

Obligatory dig at DA: the Mood setting on my journal is broken, on two computers, so I'm gonna have to stay Hungry for this one. I'm not in particular.

'cause I spend so much mental effort reflecting. Nyuk.

So here's what I've been thinking in regards to this insufferable job situation. I pretty obviously have little choice but to suffer it. There ain't jack diddly for other jobs in... probably the country right now, unless I either feel like entering the military or suddenly pull a medical degree out of my ass, and losing my income is simply not an option, since there are a lot of places where that income needs to be going. I am, as I have oft lamented, entirely stuck. The road to nowhere is long.

What does this mean? It means that the easiest thing here to change is, in fact, me.

Now I don't fancy myself a person of particularly sound mental fortitude, but I pulled a hat trick fairly recently, actually. See the journal entry "vghhh." That was something else entirely, but somehow or another I got over that in one fell swoop, as my inner voice of reason suddenly slapped some sense into the rest of my mind and told me to get the hell over it, and so I did. Maybe I can do that again. Maybe. It's all a perspective thing. Yes, my job ruined me and continues ruining me, but since I'm not about to change it, there's no sense in being that damn miserable about it. In short, I'm just gonna have to friggin' deal. Things can't stay this way forever.

Sooooo yeah, basically all I can do is that, try to chill out a little and smell a rose or two, or something. I might have to bend a couple of my own thought processes a little bit, as it were. Bleh, here I go again, nothing coming out of me is making any sense to me right now, so, yeah, I'll work on all this and we'll see what happens.

Cursory side note is good news this time: I finally got the damn replacement batteries more than a week after I ordered the things, and now my 5-in-1 Geek Pen works and fills me with nerdy giddiness.

I'd ask where I went wrong, but perhaps I just never started going right. I'm sure I was happy once, at least mostly. Pretty sure I was an idiot kid at the time. Ah, to go back and not to have to care about shit.

I type this from my bed, the sort of thing I'm keen to do with this laptop device of mine, and pretty much all I can think about is how amazingly tired I am of life at large and the world in which we live. The weekends are okay, I guess. I waste them doing nothing interesting or important, but I don't mind it so much, since I mainly just enjoy video games these days. But then it's gone, and tomorrow -- nay, today, still doing that after 3 and a half years -- I restart the same tragic circus, the same old mind-degrading grind to another weekend o' nothing. The weeks are completely wasted except that they give me money to throw at my weekends. I do nothing during them except work and hate.

I've lost touch with almost everything, like the world is such a vacuous hole of pointlessness that everything has blurred into something abstract and meaningless. Somehow I think I've managed to become even more forgetful and scatterbrained. I make a deadline every now and then, but most of them are counted on the next day's business because I forget these things until the middle of the night, or because the deadlines are on weekends and I can't think more than a day ahead, which I think has happened about 2 or 3 times this month.

Even as I lie here, my thoughts disperse and mean less and less, so I guess I'll truncate the rambling before it gets any more pathetic. I'm sure my case is really pretty typical. Maybe I just need something worth living for or whatever. Can't imagine what, though. In the meantime, I'll just hang around here in this little Pink Floyd hole of darkness and grope around for a seam, look for a light or whatever other lame metaphor you like.

PS: Just as I had chilled out on deviantART, it hijacked my browser earlier and started saying something about running a remote virus scan, to which I reacted by terminating the browser via the task manager. If that happens again, I'm gone with the drop of a hat, no questions asked.

No more need for whining on my front page, I guess.

Alright then, I'm gonna go do laundry and get my ass kicked by a tigrex while I'm there, for a meager but amusing potential reward. PS: DeviantART, get this horrible, horrible, memory-hogging animated Flash ad the FUCK off of my browser before I have to leap through the internet cable and start knocking some teeth out with a crowbar.

Say, that reminds me, actually. DA gives me at least one reason a week to get the fuck off it for good, so stay tuned!

Wow, did this well-meaning journal go sour fast. Well, just blame this site this time. Toot.