A couple weeks ago, I had the honor, the privilege, and the pleasure of having this beautiful girl in my company.



Hurry up and shoot your set, sweetie, so you can be my favorite SG.

So yeah, my room is still trashed. I'm so happy the holidays are almost officially over. I had to work last night - no fun, but I did get to work a little while with a girl I like, so it's all good. She's far above my league, but whatevs, she enjoys talking to me.

Let's see, what else-

-Haven't paid any bills yet at the new apartment except rent. That one isn't good.

-Realized I have a short paycheck because I called in sick to work one night and lost ten hours of pay.

-The baby I live with cries. Way too much.

-Hardwood floors scratch easy and are a bitch to clean.

-Got a $7 parking ticket for having the audacity to find somewhere close to my apartment to park.

I can't think of anything else. Stay gold.

Today starts the moving process, as my parents will be coming over some time today to move my bed and other shit too big to fit in my roommate's SUV. Hopefully things go well. Internet and cable is getting installed tomorrow, electric goes into my name on Wednesday. Hopefully everything goes as well it should.

Hopefully hopefully.

Changed my location, as I'm 99% sure I'm officially moving to Rock Island, as my location states. Also, my soon-to-be-roommate's girl is planning on applying to be a SG. I can pretty much guarantee already she'll go pink, she's amazingly beautiful and a fucking blast to be around. Hopefully she gets on here and shows how awesome she is, my roommate picked a good one.

Got back from a very boring bonfire. So glad to not have carbon monoxide clogging my eyes and nasal passages any more.

Last night I Rickroll'd a bar of 200 people during karaoke and had the entire bar singing along with me. It was great, and several people (including one of the MCs) told me I did really good. I love getting compliments on my singing, even if I think I'm not that great.

So, that's about it. GObama.

I am actually saying hello to some chocolate cake at the moment (finally got around to eating some of the birthday cake I took home from my mom's house). Nothing much really going on at the moment, already sick of working after just one night into the seven, so it'll take every ounce I got to make this week work. I might be moving soon, into the business district of the local area. It's called the "business" district, but everyone knows it as the "bar/nightclub" district. So I'll probably be walking my frozen not-an-ass into a lot more bars/nightclubs. That's about it from here.

I'm 23 today. And I get to celebrate by... working. Yay. At 11:37 CST (9:37 WST, the time zone I was born in), I will complete my 23rd year by performing an activity that completely sums up the last three years: Doing something I hate because I fucked around too much in college. So whomever buys a pack of cigarettes tonight at that time, let it be known that I wish I could open them up before selling them to you, and use each individual piece of rolling paper to wipe my ass. Thank you.

Yeah, I'm definitely not drinking again. No, I didn't wake up with a hangover (the only physical aspect I woke up with was heartburn, and I do that all the time), I woke up with a hungover conscience. I thought drinking was going to make me look cool, but all it did was make me slightly clumsy and impaired my rational thinking. I was still the guy sitting there saying mostly nothing. So yeah, I'm done.

I got home about an hour and a half ago. I'm the drunkest I've ever been, which really isn't saying much. Two big cups of Barq's Root Beer and vodka is apparently too much for me. Oh well, I don't normally drink anyway, so what the hell, it was my birthday party. I turn 23 on Tuesday.

I go back to work tomorrow night.

So I'm coming out of my shell more here, mostly because I know I'm part of a community that by and large has no idea who I am, and therefore, has a completely neutral opinion of me to start out. I've poked out here and there and wanted to be open, but haven't done much due to my lack of drive. I get that from my just-as-overly-ambitious mom.

I'm off work this week, woot, and I get paid Wednesday, getting me closer to being caught up on all my bills again, woot. For now though, I'm going to go back to bed.

I really should use this, you know, sometimes.

A few things about me...

-I don't usually drink, but I've decided to give into peer pressure for one night at my 23rd birthday pawty on October 4th. My friends tell me it'll be fun. Because as we all know, convincing someone who hates the taste of alcohol to drink = ROXOR OMG!
-I work third shift, and am two days from having my usual week off, which will probably consist of paying bills, playing videro james, staying in 90% of the time, and losing $10 in Texas Hold 'Em poker on Friday night.

Let's see, what else:

-I dropped out of college due to excessive fucking around and not going to class
-I'm allergic to cigarette smoke, and have never tried maryjoowanna or c-c-c-cocaine
-I've only had sex once, had a couple of 2nd and 3rd base flings, and zero girlfriends. This is due to me being one of those "too nice" guys. I used to be bitter about it, but now I'm aware it's my own fault. I know what's wrong, I just don't know how to fix it yet.
-I really fucking hate country music. Almost more than I hate swords. But seriously, fuck swords. They'll cut your fucking throat wide open.

That's all for now. Maybe this will get me to post more often, now that I'm opening up a bit.