It was a point of tired horror in my earlier shifts when I realized I was starting to recognize and compartmentalize separate pieces of garbage in my mind, remembering them from shift to shift.
A few pieces have been there since I started a few weeks ago, others have sorta blown in and out.
(Funny side note, in this article elph showed me:
At the bottom there's a thing about gay religious leaders, and one of them was named Pat Bumgardner... Hehehehehe... I thought that was kinda a funny name for a gay man. Anyway...)
Anyway, I was thinking last night, and I've been pretty damn tired these days, working 20+ hours a week in addition to school, and I was like you know what? I don't even care anymore, I don't give a fuck.
You know when Jeff gives that snide, oh-so-easy advice over what to do, how to approach a crush, etc., you know Just go for it, if they're not gay you'll lose an acquaintance but at least you'll have tried.
Well fuck it!, I decided, so right then and there I pulled out my computer, messaged B, who I guess I'll call Sarcastic Swimming Sycophant, or SSS for short, as he is indeed majorly sarcastic, and he does indeed swim copiously (sycophant was just for the alliteration) and I'm having coffee with him this weekend, whether he thinks it weird or not.
So yeah, pretty exciting. It's a little liberating, because I am indeed just too tired to even give a crap anymore what happens if I alienate an until now obscure acquaintance.
Other than that there's very little that's exciting. My job has now absorbed all my free time, and it's not fun to say the least, so my life is kinda boring. (Although I should have somewhere around 800$ around the end of the month which will be nice. And the job is temporary til then, at which point I'll either get something marginally better or be let go.)
I'm planning to climb a mountain this weekend, and go to my soccer game (we have this new little Asian guy who's so cute) and all my other free time goes to reading the Economist and a series of books, currently House of War, about the Pentagon and its insidious effect on America since its inception.
So that's my life in a journal.