It's kind of interesting:
I asked my parents for a goPro for Christmas, it was my only real gift. I don't know why I wanted one. I'm not really one of those people always posting videos of their exploits to see if they can't get a tiny round of thumbs-up applause.
I guess I had some sort of weird idea: I thought about the things I'd so much like to do when I grow up. I have so many weird and remote isolated mountains on my bucket list.
1. Shit. Today, while I was busy making pizzas at work, these girls came in. And if I was straight, I guess these are the girls such straight young guys as the hypothetical me is supposed to be massively attracted to. They didn't have much money, but wanted to order a pizza. After wrangling over whether they could afford a ranch cup (only 55 cents, but overpriced for that) I told them "I can give you 2 dollars off that pizza, there's a special going on, so special it's only for you."
I just remembered this site used to have a search bar, a real monster that if you clicked on it basically guaranteed that your browser would freeze for half an hour before coming up with nothing fruitful.
How long has that been gone, I wonder? I guess I don't remember seeing it for a while...
Sometimes I wonder if it's an actual problem that I enjoy being alone so much, or if it's just the society I live in telling me it's a problem.
I recently read an op-ed in the Seattle Times by this young woman talking about Facebook and basically how it sucks (and this hypocrite agrees) because, for example, when she imagines her dream-success, the first thing she can imagine herself doing is posting it on Facebook to let everyone know.
Brownie points to whoever can tell me where that came from. Hint: it's a very good book by a curmudgeonly author who died about 6 years ago.
Of course, the better title might be to replace "Mankind on Earth" with "my Life". First of all, I'm tired. Of course, I have school with my 5 AP classes, etc, and then I walk from there about 3 miles home, where I have about 20 minutes to eat, not having had anything since before school, and then I do a bike ride for usually about an hour.
The book I'm reading right now is interesting for a lot of reasons... It's called Trickster Travels, about a sort of Ibn Battuta kind of guy who widely traveled the Muslim and Christian world in the first half of the 1500's.
It lets me know a lot of history I didn't know before about golden age-era Islam.
It never ends.
So basically, as you might know, I was looking for a job several months ago, and after much searching I came up with a temporary position sign shaking for Value Village. This turned out to kinda suck. I mean, obviously, sign shaking for minimum wage is always going to suck, but no, it's much worse than that.
I'm tenser than I thought, I woke up yesterday with a real ringer of a headache, wondering why, as of course I just got a good night's sleep. Then I found my jaw ached like all hell as well, so I think I was grinding/clenching my teeth all night long.
The headache raped me all day till I took some ibuprofen and it went away.
I'm terrified of death.
I mean, most people are. But I am too, I mean I really am.
I don't know how or when or why this started, I just remember it's been going on for over a year now, I think.
Mmm things have been a bit of a downer recently. Slightly.
As most of you probably know, I got a job shaking signs at Value Village, hooray, I'm optimistic about the chances of it turning into a more permanent position.
I don't remember if I mentioned it here, but heading to work involves going through a bit of peril, living as I do next to the world's largest building by volume, the Boeing plant in Everett, and work is on the other side, and at about the same time I get on work, those mechanics are getting off.
Watching Six Feet Under always gets me introspective, so here goes:
I don't really know anyone, nor does anyone know me. I mean, we're born alone and we die alone, but that doesn't mean we have to live alone. I know I've said that before, but it's more true now than it's ever been before.
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:
I forgot to mention, recently I got a job, that is to say slowly my soul is being crushed.
i.e. I'm sign shaking for Value Village. Getting a job is hard, I applied at like a billion places and this is the only one I ever heard back from in any capacity.
(All my friends that have jobs got them either through a relative or even just a friend who already worked there, told them when to apply, vouched for them, etc.)
So I took it.
So, I signed up for the mailing list of this club set up by a Mormon kid in Cali, McKay Hatch, his club being called the "No Cussing Club".
Hehe, I always thought that was an interesting idea, a club dedicated to the idea of not doing something, and I was mildly curious to see what they sent out.
Well, heh, the first thing I got had this title: please keep sexual predators out of the bathrooms and locker rooms please help sign my sisters petition.
Interesting, thought I. It wasn't what I expected, here was the short letter in the email:
I forgot the linchpin in my thing about B last journal, the guy who I was thinking might be gay (/into me). So after he found out I was gay and showed special interest in me, I messaged him, this obscure acquaintance: Wanna hang out sometime or something?
Then he replies, same day: sure.
lol, i dont know what we would talk about or do, but yeah
HA. Does it get any gayer than that?