So I feel like it's been about a year since I made an actual update. About stuff. Or more than 1 sentence.
Plus I have a bunch of new friends on here. They probably think I'm weird.
My holiday was delightful. I gifted myself a new drum set. I've ben wanting one for some time. Well an electronic one. Plus a couple months ago I found half the pieces of my first ever drum set in my brothers basement. I have no idea how it got there, or where the rest of the pieces or all the hardware went. It is essentially useless. But man do I want to drum badly.
I've applied to college. I decided I want to become an architect. That being said I told everyone I got into a school for it and told them about the program (6 years, 1 year longer than most programs, but most programs have an internship or co-op. you need a bachelors and 3 years of work for liscensure. This program is full time work and full time school the whole time so you are ready for liscensure upon graduating, I think that's exciting) so everyone got me architecture stuff for the holidays. Sweet, yes, but the whole thing makes it very intimidating. I did buy myself a couple of books, but they are very unimposing. They are from a very cultural perspective, with less emphasis on the technical, and more on the feeling. These are helping me as I've managed to enter into college completely oblivious to a single detail about the field in which I am about to dedicate my entire life (and for the next six years, being). Everyone else bought me very high level, scary, remind me just how little I actually know things. And yes, I understand I'm not supposed to know anything and college will teach me and that's the point and then I will understand these things they got me.... Doesn't make it much easier.
I got my dick pierced.
I am going to leave my job. I'm in my third year there and I've realized that this job has been sucking the soul from me (and the effects grow exponentially...even better!). I feel myself becoming more bitter, tired, and old as I'm there. Yes, I've aged while there, but not old like that. I have to admit that generally I work for great people and pretty much have the easiest job ever. I think it's just a combination of being in my third year making the same money I started at (while getting great performance reviews) and the fact that though the people I work for are great, when they mess up they go all out. When I say all out I mean things like when I reported being sexually harrassed and my boss told me if I really thought it was that big of a deal (after telling me not to be so charming....) I was allowed to have a conversation with the person about it. Or when my dad died on a Monday and the funeral was on a Friday I was told that it was my responsability to work my shifts, so they would see about getting me the days off, but I might have to work. this is just a sampling from my time there. I don't want to hear anything about the legality, or what I should have done, or any advice about those things. This isn't about that. I'm just tired of it. I've stopped caring about any aspect of the job (including even the paycheck, now that's total freedom) and they've noticed. there's been meetings about it. I even told them I can't bring myself to care about the job or the place or my quality of work and they didn't fire me. This is big for me. I always care about the quality of my work, even at a place I hate because I don't want it to reflect poorly on me. I guess this is what happens when you rob me of my soul.
In the past three months I wrote a musical and a screenplay. Not seriously. Just to do it. The musical is especially nothing special. It is just the musical version of an existing work.
I have gone back to wearing my yarmulke all the time. I try to put on my tefilin and say a prayer each morning. (This is a bondage ritual we male jews are supposed to do each day. Wrap up in these leather straps, say a specific prayer than pack them up for tomorrow.) I go to a weekly study class with a local rabbi too. I don't know why exactly I'm doing it, or if I'm benefiting at all, but it's something I did years back and I'm going back to it.
And now lists of what I've been addicted to lately:
Books:
Plus I have a bunch of new friends on here. They probably think I'm weird.
My holiday was delightful. I gifted myself a new drum set. I've ben wanting one for some time. Well an electronic one. Plus a couple months ago I found half the pieces of my first ever drum set in my brothers basement. I have no idea how it got there, or where the rest of the pieces or all the hardware went. It is essentially useless. But man do I want to drum badly.
I've applied to college. I decided I want to become an architect. That being said I told everyone I got into a school for it and told them about the program (6 years, 1 year longer than most programs, but most programs have an internship or co-op. you need a bachelors and 3 years of work for liscensure. This program is full time work and full time school the whole time so you are ready for liscensure upon graduating, I think that's exciting) so everyone got me architecture stuff for the holidays. Sweet, yes, but the whole thing makes it very intimidating. I did buy myself a couple of books, but they are very unimposing. They are from a very cultural perspective, with less emphasis on the technical, and more on the feeling. These are helping me as I've managed to enter into college completely oblivious to a single detail about the field in which I am about to dedicate my entire life (and for the next six years, being). Everyone else bought me very high level, scary, remind me just how little I actually know things. And yes, I understand I'm not supposed to know anything and college will teach me and that's the point and then I will understand these things they got me.... Doesn't make it much easier.
I got my dick pierced.
I am going to leave my job. I'm in my third year there and I've realized that this job has been sucking the soul from me (and the effects grow exponentially...even better!). I feel myself becoming more bitter, tired, and old as I'm there. Yes, I've aged while there, but not old like that. I have to admit that generally I work for great people and pretty much have the easiest job ever. I think it's just a combination of being in my third year making the same money I started at (while getting great performance reviews) and the fact that though the people I work for are great, when they mess up they go all out. When I say all out I mean things like when I reported being sexually harrassed and my boss told me if I really thought it was that big of a deal (after telling me not to be so charming....) I was allowed to have a conversation with the person about it. Or when my dad died on a Monday and the funeral was on a Friday I was told that it was my responsability to work my shifts, so they would see about getting me the days off, but I might have to work. this is just a sampling from my time there. I don't want to hear anything about the legality, or what I should have done, or any advice about those things. This isn't about that. I'm just tired of it. I've stopped caring about any aspect of the job (including even the paycheck, now that's total freedom) and they've noticed. there's been meetings about it. I even told them I can't bring myself to care about the job or the place or my quality of work and they didn't fire me. This is big for me. I always care about the quality of my work, even at a place I hate because I don't want it to reflect poorly on me. I guess this is what happens when you rob me of my soul.
In the past three months I wrote a musical and a screenplay. Not seriously. Just to do it. The musical is especially nothing special. It is just the musical version of an existing work.
I have gone back to wearing my yarmulke all the time. I try to put on my tefilin and say a prayer each morning. (This is a bondage ritual we male jews are supposed to do each day. Wrap up in these leather straps, say a specific prayer than pack them up for tomorrow.) I go to a weekly study class with a local rabbi too. I don't know why exactly I'm doing it, or if I'm benefiting at all, but it's something I did years back and I'm going back to it.
And now lists of what I've been addicted to lately:
Books:
Albums I can't stop playing:
So old friends, there is a real update about myself.
New friends, now you can actually learn something about me post competative air guitaring. Feel free to say hi.
~Josh