The end.
The end of the school year. The end of my 20s. The end of my unemployment.
This is a very inauspicious time for yours truly. I managed to survive school and I should be able to pass all my courses, but unless I can either extend my unemployment or find a new source of income (just responded to three craigslist ads, plus an email from careerbuilder.com ... Yeah, I'll be busy) I'm out of my new place (room) by June. Ugh. On the one hand, I don't really like it, but it is my place. Sort of. I just have to share it with a guy thirty years older than me whose day ends at 10:00, maybe earlier. I can't take this for too much longer, but I have to bear it until I can get a job that will allow me to get the hell out.
There's a lot going on, not much of it's good, but at least I have this outlet.
It's something.
The end of the school year. The end of my 20s. The end of my unemployment.
This is a very inauspicious time for yours truly. I managed to survive school and I should be able to pass all my courses, but unless I can either extend my unemployment or find a new source of income (just responded to three craigslist ads, plus an email from careerbuilder.com ... Yeah, I'll be busy) I'm out of my new place (room) by June. Ugh. On the one hand, I don't really like it, but it is my place. Sort of. I just have to share it with a guy thirty years older than me whose day ends at 10:00, maybe earlier. I can't take this for too much longer, but I have to bear it until I can get a job that will allow me to get the hell out.
There's a lot going on, not much of it's good, but at least I have this outlet.
It's something.
So now I'm back from outer space!
Actually, the irony is that, technically, I'm back to outer space, if you consider this network of ether to be what it is. I finally have internet again, after over a week without it! I know it was important to have it, but its absence was clearly felt. I rely on the internet: all of my friends use it, I find out what's going on with it, all my professors use it, and, last but not least, of COURSE I can't access SG without it!
The world in real life is a great place to visit, but I wouldn't want to live there.
SososososoSO fucking GOOD to be back!
Actually, the irony is that, technically, I'm back to outer space, if you consider this network of ether to be what it is. I finally have internet again, after over a week without it! I know it was important to have it, but its absence was clearly felt. I rely on the internet: all of my friends use it, I find out what's going on with it, all my professors use it, and, last but not least, of COURSE I can't access SG without it!
The world in real life is a great place to visit, but I wouldn't want to live there.
SososososoSO fucking GOOD to be back!
The magic is gone
OK, I got banned from tagging some time ago (that ban has since lapsed), and I find I can no longer use my old tag "your ass is magic" to tag sets. Fine. I guess someone felt insulted, or I did something inappropriate, and I was penalized. Mind you, I have no idea what I did, and even after I sent a message to SG to find out what I did wrong, they didn't tell me. I just don't want to end up offending anyone again. I'm pretty sure a fair deal of my friends on here actually think I'm OK and value me as a person; the last thing I'd ever want to do is unwittingly hurt any of them. But guess what? Some guy tagged Chad's new set in MR with "thar ass is magic."
1 - Probably meant to write that
2 - Obvious rip of MY catchphrase!
What the fuck, man!? I'll bet he even scouted to see who had rights to "your ass is magic" before he started using it. I am fucking PISSED. If my former catchphrase was insulting, by all means, I don't want anyone to use it. But if it wasn't, and you see a magical ass, use my tag! I will not stand for slanderous tags!
OK, I got banned from tagging some time ago (that ban has since lapsed), and I find I can no longer use my old tag "your ass is magic" to tag sets. Fine. I guess someone felt insulted, or I did something inappropriate, and I was penalized. Mind you, I have no idea what I did, and even after I sent a message to SG to find out what I did wrong, they didn't tell me. I just don't want to end up offending anyone again. I'm pretty sure a fair deal of my friends on here actually think I'm OK and value me as a person; the last thing I'd ever want to do is unwittingly hurt any of them. But guess what? Some guy tagged Chad's new set in MR with "thar ass is magic."
1 - Probably meant to write that
2 - Obvious rip of MY catchphrase!
What the fuck, man!? I'll bet he even scouted to see who had rights to "your ass is magic" before he started using it. I am fucking PISSED. If my former catchphrase was insulting, by all means, I don't want anyone to use it. But if it wasn't, and you see a magical ass, use my tag! I will not stand for slanderous tags!
So, back in school. Loving my advanced creative writing class! Not so much classics. The last thing I want to do is fall behind. I am a bit behind, but it's not insurmountable yet, so I have an opportunity to catch up. However, school is making it difficult to find a job, and with my roommate moving out of a place I can barely afford now, and no one I know who wants to move in, my immediate future is in jeopardy. Additionally, almost any place I move to will make it much harder to get to school. So, yeah. Keeping my head above water. I just wish the water level would stop rising.
I will now reiterate my humble request for a Suicide Girl or Hopeful to make a set based on or inspired by PSY's Gangnam Style:
Hey sexy ladies!
I'm not saying it isn't cheesy. I just think it would be cute.
Hey sexy ladies!
I'm not saying it isn't cheesy. I just think it would be cute.
SO, my current situation involves a few things:
- I took out a very large loan in order to pay for school and pay my roommate some owed money.
- I still don't know where exactly I'm going to live, but I have options.
- I have entered into an agreement to "babysit" my grandfather next week.
I want to go into this in a bit more detail: my grandfather is 83 years old. He can barely move and now, finally, inexorably, his mind is starting to dull as well. My grandfather Elias left this world nearly four years ago (he would have been 90 were he still alive) with almost no wits about him, and as much as I can't bear the thought of another loved one literally (well, figuratively, really) losing his mind, I almost wish he will. There's a good chance that when I get to be his age (although that's a long shot, given my condition) my body will be practically useless and my mind will be at its keenest. It'll be almost as bad as the situation in Metallica's "One." Except without the whole coma part, another kindness that would be denied me. To have to live completely immobile with a mind like mine, an overthinking mind, all these ideas, some good, most of them not as much, and no way to convey any of them? That is hell. I just hope it isn't going to be mine.
Look at me: my grandfather is falling apart, now let's worry about me! I'm such a schnook.
I think what I meant to say is that if your mind goes, you don't care what shape your body is in, but if you have the wherewithal to recognize that your body is wasting away, that's torture. I don't wish mental illness on my grandfather in a malicious way; to me, it seems quite humane.
Any feedback would be appreciated. I went deeper than I intended to, and I need a support group (or personal fan base, I'll accept either) to respond this this.
- I took out a very large loan in order to pay for school and pay my roommate some owed money.
- I still don't know where exactly I'm going to live, but I have options.
- I have entered into an agreement to "babysit" my grandfather next week.
I want to go into this in a bit more detail: my grandfather is 83 years old. He can barely move and now, finally, inexorably, his mind is starting to dull as well. My grandfather Elias left this world nearly four years ago (he would have been 90 were he still alive) with almost no wits about him, and as much as I can't bear the thought of another loved one literally (well, figuratively, really) losing his mind, I almost wish he will. There's a good chance that when I get to be his age (although that's a long shot, given my condition) my body will be practically useless and my mind will be at its keenest. It'll be almost as bad as the situation in Metallica's "One." Except without the whole coma part, another kindness that would be denied me. To have to live completely immobile with a mind like mine, an overthinking mind, all these ideas, some good, most of them not as much, and no way to convey any of them? That is hell. I just hope it isn't going to be mine.
Look at me: my grandfather is falling apart, now let's worry about me! I'm such a schnook.
I think what I meant to say is that if your mind goes, you don't care what shape your body is in, but if you have the wherewithal to recognize that your body is wasting away, that's torture. I don't wish mental illness on my grandfather in a malicious way; to me, it seems quite humane.
Any feedback would be appreciated. I went deeper than I intended to, and I need a support group (or personal fan base, I'll accept either
) to respond this this.SO, my situation so far:
- All quiet on the girlfriend front.
- Apparently, any financial aid I expected to get, I am not getting, and will have to pay for school with loans.
- My roommate just got a new job working for a hedge fund. In Connecticut. So he wants to move.
So I'm broke, homeless, and alone.
I don't have much to be happy for right now, but I'm nothing if not hopelessly optimistic.
- All quiet on the girlfriend front.
- Apparently, any financial aid I expected to get, I am not getting, and will have to pay for school with loans.
- My roommate just got a new job working for a hedge fund. In Connecticut. So he wants to move.
So I'm broke, homeless, and alone.
I don't have much to be happy for right now, but I'm nothing if not hopelessly optimistic.
I just wanted to say HAPPY NEW YEAR to all my friends on SG, and everyone else here! I adore you all.
Here's hoping 2013 will fucking rock.
Here's hoping 2013 will fucking rock.
