I think I need to move. While I'd love for it to be anywhere but Clovis, that much is out of the question. But I do think I need to find another home. This place has too many bad memories, and I can't even have a fucking pet. I'm gonna need some company for the long, lonely, wintry months ahead. I'm thinking a corgi. And I'll name him Ootys Vahgingahg.
House feels pretty empty now. I didn't realize how few material possessions I had. I'm kind of at a loss as to what to do now. I mean, this place was always pretty boring. We were scraping just to find things to do. I think I need a new hobby.
I'm terrible at this whole "keeping in touch" thing. Single update. Update is that I was not single for a little while, and I once again am. Anyone shocked? Nah, me neither. Cheers.
New favorite quote:
"Light travels faster than sound. This is why people appear bright until they speak."
-Anonymous
"Light travels faster than sound. This is why people appear bright until they speak."
-Anonymous
I met Lou Ferrigno and Jake Busey at the San Antonio comic con (didn't have money for pictures, I'm afraid). Jake thought my "Spell Czech" (with Czech underlined in red) shirt was "fucking hilarious." Mission accomplished. I made a pseudo celebrity el oh el. My life is complete.
Warning: Overly positive post (rare, coming from me. Right?) incoming. Read at your own peril.
So, despite hating this NCOA (Non-Commissioned Officer Academy) school thing, I've discovered some things about myself. First, and most surprising, I've found that I'm not only good at public speaking, but I actually kind of enjoy it. Granted, the type of speaking they have us do is very structured and is often based on a topic that I could care less about. But for some reason, I've been okay with that. Up until recently, I've always dreaded speaking to people, because I'd find myself fumbling with my thoughts, trying to come up with what I'm supposed to say next (because, as stated earlier, I'm always stuck speaking about something that I don't want to speak about). However, I'm finding myself more at ease with it, during this class, and I'm finding it kind of refreshing.
Secondly, I've come to the conclusion that I enjoy performing. Along the same line as public speaking, we've been doing these "interpersonal" scenarios. Essentially, one person pretends to be a supervisor, and two to three other people pretend to be subordinates. We get together (again, in front of the entire class) and perform a scenario (which we quickly read beforehand) based on something work-related, and hash it out in a group meeting type of thing. More so than being the supervisor, I've enjoyed taking on the roles of people and playing out those roles to the best of my ability. Maybe this stems from my younger years, when I was something of a dork (I played a lot of tabletop role-playing games like Dungeons and Dragons), or possibly from a desire to something performance-wise as a living.
Either way, I've come to glean some positivity from this wretched excuse for a "class," and I'm quite beside myself. What do you think?
So, despite hating this NCOA (Non-Commissioned Officer Academy) school thing, I've discovered some things about myself. First, and most surprising, I've found that I'm not only good at public speaking, but I actually kind of enjoy it. Granted, the type of speaking they have us do is very structured and is often based on a topic that I could care less about. But for some reason, I've been okay with that. Up until recently, I've always dreaded speaking to people, because I'd find myself fumbling with my thoughts, trying to come up with what I'm supposed to say next (because, as stated earlier, I'm always stuck speaking about something that I don't want to speak about). However, I'm finding myself more at ease with it, during this class, and I'm finding it kind of refreshing.
Secondly, I've come to the conclusion that I enjoy performing. Along the same line as public speaking, we've been doing these "interpersonal" scenarios. Essentially, one person pretends to be a supervisor, and two to three other people pretend to be subordinates. We get together (again, in front of the entire class) and perform a scenario (which we quickly read beforehand) based on something work-related, and hash it out in a group meeting type of thing. More so than being the supervisor, I've enjoyed taking on the roles of people and playing out those roles to the best of my ability. Maybe this stems from my younger years, when I was something of a dork (I played a lot of tabletop role-playing games like Dungeons and Dragons), or possibly from a desire to something performance-wise as a living.
Either way, I've come to glean some positivity from this wretched excuse for a "class," and I'm quite beside myself. What do you think?
Finally off the work-out hiatus (spent the last 6 months on medical profile for lower lumbar pain and orthopedic issues (i.e. flat feet -- was given orthodic inserts which are PAINFUL)). Every muscle feels like it's made of Jell-O. But in a good way.
I may never look good naked, but I'll at least feel good. And I'll be damned if I become a statistic (35.7% of Americans are "obese"). The day I can't see my own dick because my belly is too big is the day I put down the fork.
I may never look good naked, but I'll at least feel good. And I'll be damned if I become a statistic (35.7% of Americans are "obese"). The day I can't see my own dick because my belly is too big is the day I put down the fork.
Would anyone else be shocked to discover that I'm a "green" with a secondary of "gold?"
Four Lenses. Look it up. Interesting stuff.
Four Lenses. Look it up. Interesting stuff.
