Alright so I apparently I don't update this shit consistently enough. Well, that's because my life, much like most peoples, is fucking boring. Nevertheless, I'll write something:
So I've been promoted to assistant manager at ol' Heritage 1981. That's pretty sweet. My first ever authority position in any business environment. Hopefully I won't fuck things up, as I seem to be pretty good at doing that, whether I intend to or not. Nah, I have a pretty good feeling I'll be a fair, just, and all-around badass superior to a handful of nice kids. Plus I'll be getting a raise, more hours, and I can tell people to do stuff. Hooray.
On a more serious and morose note, I have a sneaking suspicion that my relationship with Blace, as beautiful and incredible as it once was, is taking a turn toward a place I really don't want to be. She's been so distant lately, everything annoys her. She doesn't want to spend as much time with me. Something is wrong and she fails to give me a straight answer about it.
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Thursday, November 22, 2007
It's all you.
Thanksgiving...
Throughout an entire year of uncertainty and doubt, the holidays are exactly what I needed to help me put things into perspective. I've come to the conclusion today that my father is absolutely right. All the conversations we've had about self-reliance have never made more sense until now. He's finally driven his point home, and it's so simple:
All you really need is yourself.
That's it. You cannot depend on anyone or anything. The only one who can certainly direct your life in a positive direction is YOU. Never mind your best friends, never mind your siblings, parents, or family...never mind your spouse/partner. Nevermind material possessions. Never mind religion and philosophy. In the end, you are all you have. Despite how good other people or outside influences make you feel for a time, your actions are all that truly matter, and you are all you need. Everything else is just stuff...volatile, unreliable stuff...and as much as you may think you need all of this stuff, in reality, you don't. All you need is you. Think about it.
Happy holidays.
Throughout an entire year of uncertainty and doubt, the holidays are exactly what I needed to help me put things into perspective. I've come to the conclusion today that my father is absolutely right. All the conversations we've had about self-reliance have never made more sense until now. He's finally driven his point home, and it's so simple:
All you really need is yourself.
That's it. You cannot depend on anyone or anything. The only one who can certainly direct your life in a positive direction is YOU. Never mind your best friends, never mind your siblings, parents, or family...never mind your spouse/partner. Nevermind material possessions. Never mind religion and philosophy. In the end, you are all you have. Despite how good other people or outside influences make you feel for a time, your actions are all that truly matter, and you are all you need. Everything else is just stuff...volatile, unreliable stuff...and as much as you may think you need all of this stuff, in reality, you don't. All you need is you. Think about it.
Happy holidays.
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
COLLEGE WOW!
First Entry...technically.
I've never been huge on the whole blog thing, but OH WELL!
Nothing going on today really, just hanging out with Blace. I start work tomorrow...Heritage 1981. Retail. Go me. But hey, it's a job right? Right...
I've been driving my girlfriend to Denton for class in the mornings lately. She'll head off for an hour or two and get her "learn" on while I sit and dick around on MS Paint and smoke cigarettes. Yes, I'm a loser...for the time being. Being on campus and watching the bustle of students rushing to class or read over notes has kinda made me nostalgic. Dare I say it? I actually miss the academic environment. I realize that I'm not a complete imbecile, and the collegiate courses that I've completed and mustered up enough focus for I've made high marks in. It's all a matter of finance, as with everything. My folks won't help me, not because they refuse to, but because they simply cannot. So I'll have to work....hard...to put myself through school. So be it. Who wants to be a working stiff for the rest of their life? Not I!
On a more humorous note, since I've been posting up at Texas Women's University in the mornings, I've come to notice something pretty phenomenal. It seems that the vast majority of the young men and women to are enrolled here are noticeably overweight. Seriously. For every one slender to average sized girl I see on campus, I see at least four fat asses within the same fifty foot radius. It's unbelievable. They're not just your average run-of-the-mill fat chicks either, most of these people don't seem to believe in casual dress. It's like a society of morbidly obese people who only manufacture pajamas, basketball shorts, and sweats. Based on such observations, one can pose two very important questions: Where do these girls come from, and why do they all choose to enroll at the same school? It's like all the odd and eccentric girls who would get food thrown at them in the high school cafeteria collectively get together and go to TWU after graduation. Except my beautiful girlfriend....as I'm the only one allowed to throw food at her. Kidding. But yeah...I'm a dick for posting this, enjoy my rantings. Peace.
I've never been huge on the whole blog thing, but OH WELL!
Nothing going on today really, just hanging out with Blace. I start work tomorrow...Heritage 1981. Retail. Go me. But hey, it's a job right? Right...
I've been driving my girlfriend to Denton for class in the mornings lately. She'll head off for an hour or two and get her "learn" on while I sit and dick around on MS Paint and smoke cigarettes. Yes, I'm a loser...for the time being. Being on campus and watching the bustle of students rushing to class or read over notes has kinda made me nostalgic. Dare I say it? I actually miss the academic environment. I realize that I'm not a complete imbecile, and the collegiate courses that I've completed and mustered up enough focus for I've made high marks in. It's all a matter of finance, as with everything. My folks won't help me, not because they refuse to, but because they simply cannot. So I'll have to work....hard...to put myself through school. So be it. Who wants to be a working stiff for the rest of their life? Not I!
On a more humorous note, since I've been posting up at Texas Women's University in the mornings, I've come to notice something pretty phenomenal. It seems that the vast majority of the young men and women to are enrolled here are noticeably overweight. Seriously. For every one slender to average sized girl I see on campus, I see at least four fat asses within the same fifty foot radius. It's unbelievable. They're not just your average run-of-the-mill fat chicks either, most of these people don't seem to believe in casual dress. It's like a society of morbidly obese people who only manufacture pajamas, basketball shorts, and sweats. Based on such observations, one can pose two very important questions: Where do these girls come from, and why do they all choose to enroll at the same school? It's like all the odd and eccentric girls who would get food thrown at them in the high school cafeteria collectively get together and go to TWU after graduation. Except my beautiful girlfriend....as I'm the only one allowed to throw food at her. Kidding. But yeah...I'm a dick for posting this, enjoy my rantings. Peace.
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