In Love with my Neighbors
Shrugs recently said, "This isn't Tuesday, it's another Tuesday."
Actually, his mouth says a lot of shit. But that's what his soul had to say. I trust his soul.
I've been taking a break from writing not because nothing has been happening, but because I've fallen prey to World of Warcraft, more appropriately named World of Warcrack due to its addictiveness. Whatever though, as long as I'm not doing anything illegal, at least I'm being unproductive in a way the law won't get onto me about.
Especially since my whole future hinges on next month. I was supposed to be released from probation this month, then at the last minute they came up with some bullshit thing where we all had to submit DNA samples to "rule us out of future occurances," which really means so they can nail our asses if we ever fuck up. I don't really mind, it's a good policy. I just don't like the idea of my DNA being taken against my will and kept in a warehouse for the next eighty years.
The upside might be found in two words, though: clone army.
So I'll probably be finding out next month if I get released from probation early, and really there's no reason that I shouldn't be other than the fact that I fucked with a church and this is Missouri, which is really what got me in so deep to start with.
Since I've been accepted into Georgian, I need to be released now so I can freely travel. I'm also getting ready to drop half my classes at the university so I can get a withdraw and withdraw passing in computer science and programming respectively, rather than waiting and getting withdraw fails and killing my GPA.
I haven't gone to astronomy class in about two months, and I'm still making a high B. All the homework is multiple choice online quizzes at the end of the week. There are no tests, and the final is going to be multiple choice online, giving you a week to load it and answer the questions. You'd have to be legally retarded not to pass that class, but there are people managing Ds and worse. Then again, legally retarded and University of Missouri are kind of the same thing. They'll take anyone rich and white or poor and black (assuming you're getting tons of scholarships for being poor and black).
Chaos is my roommate now. The place was pristine before he got here, then he moved in and boxes went everywhere. That's cleaned up now, but the aftermath of hooking up all the broadband crap (random keyboards and wires, a laptop and printer in the middle of the floor, strewn discs and paper) has managed to go untouched. I've cleaned the place twice and both times saved the living room for last. When I did get to it, I just looked at it and said screw it. It's mostly my crap, and we have a conveniently located dumpster, so I think today after work there'll be some cleaning.
Since I'm not going to be a full time student, I have to have at least a part time job to appease the probation gods so I'm a full time something. Either full time student, full time job, two part time jobs, or part time student and part time job. Right now I'm a full time student with a part time job like most people my age. As long as I'm at the university I can stay employed there, but I'm ready for a change.
More importantly, on the premise that I'll either be working full time next year to earn money for school in Canada after waiting a year on a deferral, or just plain going to Canada now (which will probably be the case), I haven't enrolled for next semester. If you're not a student, you're not allowed to work on campus, so even if probation didn't have mandates, I'd be looking for a new job anyway. I applied at one place tonight, but I doubt they'll hire full time, so I'll continue the search when I have more energy. An autobody shop is hiring technicians and that'd be great pay, but I don't know how skilled you have to be for it. No harm in calling and asking, though.
Tonight was a good Canadian night. I got to talk to Nano, SyK, Entrapment and even Shrugs. It's nice to have some good contacts before I get there. Nano will know where to find good swords. SyK will know where the best centaurs are. Entrapment acted really giddy-excited, which made me smile since you don't get too much giddy out of the male post-Setalites. Shrugs, he'll know where to drink and hurt myself doing XTREEM SPORTZ (wurd).
I suck as a student in America. I'll be hitting the books hard in Canada, though. When it's what you actually have been wanting to do for almost a decade and not choice number three or five or whatever, it makes a huge difference. I haven't been this excited about school since...since...well, I don't think I was ever really excited about school, other than when I was a kid and couldn't wait for summer break to be over.
Chaos is over at his girlfriend's and I have the place to myself for the night. It's five in the morning already, and I probably won't make it to bed. In a few hours, I'm going to fix myself a couple eggs with oozing yolks, the kind that grossed me out so much I could barely eat them when I first had them at Dünkel's house. The kind I love now. I'll have some turkey bacon and orange juice, maybe even coffee if I'm feeling un-lazy enough to make it. I'll probably need it in me later today. I'll play Jewish music as I eat, and I'll sit content and happy for about four minutes, thinking how quickly the good meal went. I'll sigh and put on my work shirt and go grind on a hot oven or in a lukewarm bin of dishes covered in grease. The whole time I'll think about quitting but know that I can't, not yet, and then I'll clock out and go drop out of school.
On the way home I'll listen to my songs about life in Canada, and I'll think of how I'll miss fewer people here than I'm looking forward to seeing there. It'll make me sad for a split second. A very thinly split second. I'll picture in my mind the flag waving over Montreal the way it did the first time I saw it there. I'll think of the St. Lawrence and the bricked streets of the old city, and on my last stop of my Canadian tour, I'll tread the paths that I walked all those years ago. The paths that made me fall in love with my neighbors.
I'll come home, and though it's early in the afternoon and the western lights creep in through my window, I'll slip into my bed, pull up the blankets, and find it cozy for the first time in a very, very long time.
Actually, his mouth says a lot of shit. But that's what his soul had to say. I trust his soul.
I've been taking a break from writing not because nothing has been happening, but because I've fallen prey to World of Warcraft, more appropriately named World of Warcrack due to its addictiveness. Whatever though, as long as I'm not doing anything illegal, at least I'm being unproductive in a way the law won't get onto me about.
Especially since my whole future hinges on next month. I was supposed to be released from probation this month, then at the last minute they came up with some bullshit thing where we all had to submit DNA samples to "rule us out of future occurances," which really means so they can nail our asses if we ever fuck up. I don't really mind, it's a good policy. I just don't like the idea of my DNA being taken against my will and kept in a warehouse for the next eighty years.
The upside might be found in two words, though: clone army.
So I'll probably be finding out next month if I get released from probation early, and really there's no reason that I shouldn't be other than the fact that I fucked with a church and this is Missouri, which is really what got me in so deep to start with.
Since I've been accepted into Georgian, I need to be released now so I can freely travel. I'm also getting ready to drop half my classes at the university so I can get a withdraw and withdraw passing in computer science and programming respectively, rather than waiting and getting withdraw fails and killing my GPA.
I haven't gone to astronomy class in about two months, and I'm still making a high B. All the homework is multiple choice online quizzes at the end of the week. There are no tests, and the final is going to be multiple choice online, giving you a week to load it and answer the questions. You'd have to be legally retarded not to pass that class, but there are people managing Ds and worse. Then again, legally retarded and University of Missouri are kind of the same thing. They'll take anyone rich and white or poor and black (assuming you're getting tons of scholarships for being poor and black).
Chaos is my roommate now. The place was pristine before he got here, then he moved in and boxes went everywhere. That's cleaned up now, but the aftermath of hooking up all the broadband crap (random keyboards and wires, a laptop and printer in the middle of the floor, strewn discs and paper) has managed to go untouched. I've cleaned the place twice and both times saved the living room for last. When I did get to it, I just looked at it and said screw it. It's mostly my crap, and we have a conveniently located dumpster, so I think today after work there'll be some cleaning.
Since I'm not going to be a full time student, I have to have at least a part time job to appease the probation gods so I'm a full time something. Either full time student, full time job, two part time jobs, or part time student and part time job. Right now I'm a full time student with a part time job like most people my age. As long as I'm at the university I can stay employed there, but I'm ready for a change.
More importantly, on the premise that I'll either be working full time next year to earn money for school in Canada after waiting a year on a deferral, or just plain going to Canada now (which will probably be the case), I haven't enrolled for next semester. If you're not a student, you're not allowed to work on campus, so even if probation didn't have mandates, I'd be looking for a new job anyway. I applied at one place tonight, but I doubt they'll hire full time, so I'll continue the search when I have more energy. An autobody shop is hiring technicians and that'd be great pay, but I don't know how skilled you have to be for it. No harm in calling and asking, though.
Tonight was a good Canadian night. I got to talk to Nano, SyK, Entrapment and even Shrugs. It's nice to have some good contacts before I get there. Nano will know where to find good swords. SyK will know where the best centaurs are. Entrapment acted really giddy-excited, which made me smile since you don't get too much giddy out of the male post-Setalites. Shrugs, he'll know where to drink and hurt myself doing XTREEM SPORTZ (wurd).
I suck as a student in America. I'll be hitting the books hard in Canada, though. When it's what you actually have been wanting to do for almost a decade and not choice number three or five or whatever, it makes a huge difference. I haven't been this excited about school since...since...well, I don't think I was ever really excited about school, other than when I was a kid and couldn't wait for summer break to be over.
Chaos is over at his girlfriend's and I have the place to myself for the night. It's five in the morning already, and I probably won't make it to bed. In a few hours, I'm going to fix myself a couple eggs with oozing yolks, the kind that grossed me out so much I could barely eat them when I first had them at Dünkel's house. The kind I love now. I'll have some turkey bacon and orange juice, maybe even coffee if I'm feeling un-lazy enough to make it. I'll probably need it in me later today. I'll play Jewish music as I eat, and I'll sit content and happy for about four minutes, thinking how quickly the good meal went. I'll sigh and put on my work shirt and go grind on a hot oven or in a lukewarm bin of dishes covered in grease. The whole time I'll think about quitting but know that I can't, not yet, and then I'll clock out and go drop out of school.
On the way home I'll listen to my songs about life in Canada, and I'll think of how I'll miss fewer people here than I'm looking forward to seeing there. It'll make me sad for a split second. A very thinly split second. I'll picture in my mind the flag waving over Montreal the way it did the first time I saw it there. I'll think of the St. Lawrence and the bricked streets of the old city, and on my last stop of my Canadian tour, I'll tread the paths that I walked all those years ago. The paths that made me fall in love with my neighbors.
I'll come home, and though it's early in the afternoon and the western lights creep in through my window, I'll slip into my bed, pull up the blankets, and find it cozy for the first time in a very, very long time.
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