Some elaboration, since I'm miraculously not real tired and feel like killing some time here. MORE LISTS!:
1. Followed up on a bunch of job offers and did other shit I don't remember right now.
2. Took one working at a loading dock. Been workin there for about 2 weeks now. 1-8am. $10/h. It's pretty chill.
3. Started working at Bergstrom's last wednesday, warehousing/stocking. 9am-5. $7.50/h. Kinda like my last warehouse job, except the mexicans speak clear english and they don't blast bad spanish music all day.
THANK. YOU. FAT BUDDHA.
So that's little more than 6 hours or so I get to sleep and do whatever weekdays. If I'm not sleeping, I'm watching movies or spacing out for indefinite amounts of time. Social Life: practically none. No real loss there. My only gripe is that I don't go to the theaters cause all I wanna do is sleep all weekend. Been sleeping me aaaaaaass off.
4. Quizno's breakfast sandwiches have stolen my fucking soul. I am currently battling for my tongue's sanity.
5. Not as sociable as I thought I was. Guess it depends on my mood.
6. SG email's me a discounted year offer. I once again say "Portland Oregan girls are the devil!" and resubscribe.
7. Found out that I'm a six but instantly become a seven if you put shades on.
8. Apparently I'm in the middle of a deal where if I or a certain someone else goes back to college, the other has to follow suit. Which is silly, really. I shouldn't have put that one down.
9. Yes, it depends on my mood. I've been experimenting with my attitude variations in accordance to periods between wack-offs, and there seems to be a pattern. Or not. It could be my pubescent hormones fucking with me. Stupid human bodies and their random inconsistencies.
10. It's always sunny in philadelphia. Me likey. A lot. Like, in the fucking crotch.
PREMATURE EJACULATION.....
I need a red delight.
1. Followed up on a bunch of job offers and did other shit I don't remember right now.
2. Took one working at a loading dock. Been workin there for about 2 weeks now. 1-8am. $10/h. It's pretty chill.
3. Started working at Bergstrom's last wednesday, warehousing/stocking. 9am-5. $7.50/h. Kinda like my last warehouse job, except the mexicans speak clear english and they don't blast bad spanish music all day.
THANK. YOU. FAT BUDDHA.
So that's little more than 6 hours or so I get to sleep and do whatever weekdays. If I'm not sleeping, I'm watching movies or spacing out for indefinite amounts of time. Social Life: practically none. No real loss there. My only gripe is that I don't go to the theaters cause all I wanna do is sleep all weekend. Been sleeping me aaaaaaass off.
4. Quizno's breakfast sandwiches have stolen my fucking soul. I am currently battling for my tongue's sanity.
5. Not as sociable as I thought I was. Guess it depends on my mood.
6. SG email's me a discounted year offer. I once again say "Portland Oregan girls are the devil!" and resubscribe.
7. Found out that I'm a six but instantly become a seven if you put shades on.
8. Apparently I'm in the middle of a deal where if I or a certain someone else goes back to college, the other has to follow suit. Which is silly, really. I shouldn't have put that one down.
9. Yes, it depends on my mood. I've been experimenting with my attitude variations in accordance to periods between wack-offs, and there seems to be a pattern. Or not. It could be my pubescent hormones fucking with me. Stupid human bodies and their random inconsistencies.
10. It's always sunny in philadelphia. Me likey. A lot. Like, in the fucking crotch.
PREMATURE EJACULATION.....
I need a red delight.