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19 December 2007 @ 12:29 pm

Someone told me it was the day that signified the accumulation of another year of age for me. Probably because I told him it was my birthday. But, I prefer what some would consider confusing ways to say things. Regular conversation is such a drag, anyways.

So, I'm sitting in a NEW coffee shop today. NOT drinking till my liver files a non-compliance on it's cease and disist of abusive relations report. Or something like that. I'm terribly cold ant wet and sick. I had to take care of some things in town and it was pouring quite heavily. I scheduled an appointment at a bussiness not that far from downtown or the bus transit center. I stood at this leaky bus stop, which wasn't too bad because it still gave me some protections, as we were having those giant dual-pea-sized raindrops flying sideways. When the bus came by, I tried to get on, thinking it was the free circut to the transit mall, seeming as how it was less than half a mile away. The driver started screeching and hollering like I was some sort of invalid abusing her sovernty. I concluded that this was, in fact, not a free route. I wished the driver a happy holidays and heard her mutter something before she closed the door partially on my pack.

So I walked in a direction of downtownery. Just looking for some place to rest my weary bones. Did I mention I am sick? Only a fever of 102. I'm not shaking right now. At least bad enough to effect my typing, I think.

The rain is comming in, not only sideways, but right in my face. It was not a delightful walk. My pants are still very wet. Fortunatally I have a brain! and have packed spare other clothes. Shirts socks coats.

So. Hey! It's my birthday! I have accumulated 21 years. I should stop working on collecting years and enjoy the ones I have for a decade or two before I start collecting again. Then I can go pro. That sounds like fun, no? C'mon. Let's go get some years people. Just don't bring me any adolecent years, the ones I have are already awkward enough with their choices compounded by the intracacies of puberty.

Speaking of puberty!; I'm a virgin! Still. It's five o'clock somewhere, you know. I should should have a face matching the concistancy and complection of the biomatter that one's body excretes as a means of disposal of solid foods. Alas. Life as an invalid is boring. :(

[ no spell-checker means I hate you all very very much. >:( ]

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04 September 2007 @ 07:51 pm

Mreh

Hmmm, I suppose there are all sorts of meaningful things I could say. Then i realized. I am an uneducated moron. I also have no opportunity to become educated. I have a GED. Woohoo. That's great if I plan on flipping hamburgers for the rest of my life. I just lost the ability to swing a hammer for the rest of my life. I wasn't too bad at swinging that hammer, either. I kept, if not suprassed, the pace of those who were twice my size. Not too hard to be twice my size, but I digress. With so minimal education and opportunity, how am I going to make it in the life?

I have not only considered college, I have attempted, and failed. Furthering the moron complex. Didn't help with the ego either. Working a full-time job and doing 27 credits in one semester to only be knocked out on a technicality did not help my pride. I missed a one day class, where the school took the action of revoking my internship. They felt with the curriculum changing, the other 26/27 credits of the program should not be considered, and therefor removed from my record. I remain prideful, yet, defeated. Not a good position.

Now, here I am. Near a year later. I have been unable to gain employment. I know why I havn't heard anything for the last two months; I havn't done anything about it. 6 months of busting my ass, hitting the bricks and checking into three different temp. agencies daily all the while selling my body's plasma to fill my cuboards, get me bus passes and internet access to check into jobs kinda put my into a slump of depression. I can no longer sell my plasma, so I shall give in. I have not wanted to apply for unemployment benifits to receive money while I unccesfully look for employment. I cross my fingers.

I'll also see what they can do about finding employment. All, aside from one of my jobs, has been physical labor (the other being only a short mailing campaign). A unexperienced, uneducated musclehead is supposed to get some sort of job answering phones and sending faxes? That just seems terribly impossible.

ALSO, tomorrow, I will be going to the physician. A pravite clinic (Thank you Salem hospice for another grand fuck up). We shall be going over paperwork of how with an account balance of -$27.83 and NO income I am going to pay off a $700 bill. No assistance.

I said that I would post some poetry... I shall... sometime.

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03 September 2007 @ 06:38 pm

An actual entry? But, It's so early on...

Hmmm, I wonder if I will use Live Journal more to complain or as an actual journal. I suppose I have always just complained in my journal. So, here I go:

Well, the first isn't a complaint. Kinda. I can now make it through most of the day before I want to thrash out of this bondagte device called a sling. I end up getting all cramped up before bed, upon which the shoulder spasms when I lay down, making all sorts of unpleasant cracking. Overall, though, during the day it is feeling much better. For the third day in a row, I tried to lift my guitar with just my left hand. On accident, of course. At least today it didn't hurt. I'm currently posting the results of my playing. It's 2.something megabytes, so it will take me some time to upload. I'll post a link at the bottom. As for my playing, my hand may be getting stronger, but, it is still rather clumsy. With the alterations to my guitar, that is not an option (to be sloppy, that is). The concentration and extra strength it took to play threw off my rythm and accuracy.

My head has been bothering me. Kinda like a migraine that won't go away. Fuzzy vision, pain, and senstivity to light. Today, I feel a bit fuzzier and light bends and makes an awful lot of noise. However, the pain is greatly decreased. I think it has to do with the fever. Perhaps it means I am getting better. Even though my shoulder spasms when I sneeze, I still love to sneeze. :3 Orgasms for my face, yum.

Asa recommended me to LJ when I was going over some poetry and wanted oppinions. He suggested I come here and make them friend's only posts, because I did not know what I wanted to make 'public'. Like random people will really stop by to read my stuff, anyways. :P

Oh well, that is all for now. It is still not done loading the song, so I will eat some bbq....

http://rapidshare.com/files/53269734/untitled.mp3.html a song for you

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