Tempting Incentives
Rofl, there's a rap song that has some lines that go: "WHAT IT IS?! WHAT'S UP?! CAN A NIGGA GET IN DEM GUTS?!"
Sometimes I have to hand it to rap. As an evolving music form, it seems like it's almost done with puberty, which is bragable.
I've got a friend who's wanting me to help him make a (/groan) manga in spare time just to have something to do. Unfortunately I was never much of an artist to start with, and he's a complete beginner. It's not like we're looking to show it off at comicons for dinero though, so it could be funny if nothing else. All those cartoony storylines just seem so overdone. He wants to make a tragedy, and I figure if nothing else writing the plot will force some creative juice out of me. Hopefully the only thing tragic about it isn't our attempt at colouring.
"Whaaaaaat the fuck have you been doing?" Good fucking question, Billeesha. I'm still goin to school. Finally I'll be getting my associates. After that...¯\(º_o)/¯ dunno lol. It depends on if FAFSA comes through for me as to whether I keep going on my bachelor's or have to drop out for a while. Either way I aim on being back in C-town starting at the end of this school year.
I'm not workin right now because I've been a lazyass. I quit my job about the time school started and haven't done anything since. I keep meaning to go get applications. I went out to round some up one day around 4pm and the lady said to come back before 2 because the manager's gone by then and yadda yadda give me a fucking application fuck your manager etc etc. I just said screw it and went home. I've got enough to finish out the semester, so I figured focusing on getting better grades was more important than overworking for a shitty paycheque that I don't necessarily have to have right now.
"Just don't have a stinky smelling ol' man room, like my brother, yeck." My house smelled like old man when I moved in. And you know how every person has a different smell, but when you live with your family or whatever they blend so when you come home you don't really smell your own family's scent? Yeah, Dunkel's totally overpowers mine. Every day I come home and go 'goddamn it smells like Dunkel in here.' It's weird. Not awww weird, and definitely not HOT HOT HOTSKIE.
I haven't gotten a tattoo yet. I have too much scar tissue on my arms I think, and a scar on my chest where I'd get one there if I got one. If I end up getting one it'll probably have to be elbow length down on the side of my ribcage...which...yeah WTF, why even bother. What'd you get yours of? I think if I get one it's going to be me in a lumberjack outfit with one foot up on a slain t-rex, with a machete in one hand and a fifth of vodka in the other, and the text "I'm fucking awesome" under it. It might be a hard sale, but I'm pretty sure I could get laid anywhere with that.
Maybe.
Yo lil sis been askin if she can meet up with me before I head out of town. I told her that'd be awkward since I am a 20something man and she is a 10 year old boy. Instead, I tried to instruct her on how to beat the dark world of level 8 in Mario3. Apparently no one in the Schatze Casa has defeated Bowser. Do you know how long Princess Toadstool has gone without a bath, sitting there waiting for y'alls to free her? Bitch's pussy be smellin like Red Lobster, Mario's gonna get in there, realize there's no fish market nearby and head back to make manlove to an aged Luigi, who, though wrinkly, is at least sanitary.
True story, I've seen it a thousand times.
In my dreams.
Speaking of which, no B movie dreams worth noting, unfortunately. Dunkel had a dream in which he (long retarded Dunkel story short) used his awesomeness and latent ninja abilities to disarm and kill two thieves who were robbing our house.
One of my friends is gettin his flirt on with a (white) girl named Alaiah or some shit. Aliooloo. Allahu-akubar. Uh-lay-uh. Or as I call her, Shenaynay. Tol' her she gots a nigganame. She didn't appreciate it. Maybe she's half black.
Or half retarded.
I guess I gotta pretend I'm sensitive and be nice to her for his sake though. She has a lil friend who's interested in me but eh. I been out of the "game" for so long and pretty much treat women equally to a fault anymore irregardless. My buddy's lil girlie friend sent him a text message asking if they were together, would he be a gentleman and buy her dinner and so on. He says what should I say? I told him what he should say and what I'd say were two different things...I'da said, well, you have a choice, I can treat you like you're somebody's daughter, or I can treat you like an equal...and if you say you want to be treated like somebody's daughter, you're talkin to the wrong guy cuz I'm not yo daddy. Equality or gtfo.
All he ended up tellin her was "yes."
When I say "She has a lil friend who's interested in me but eh," let me elaborate on "eh" as meaning "she's a retarded slut with no ambition and a lackluster personality." The search continues, I suppose. I'm not too awful picky, but when you're all but bragging about how you cheated on your last three guys...no.
This weekend should be a nice break from drama queens and classroom scenes, though. I've got a few friends from out of town coming in for the weekend and we'll probably be hitting up C-town. I'm not sure what all we're doing, just that when someone brings up a designated driver I'm going to shout NOT IT.
Really, really, really fast.
I still don't tend to plan more than a day or two in advance. Been having a good time on the social scene. Got out of town for some pool and (amazingly aerobic epic battles of) ping-pong last weekend, but I haven't made any longterm plans. I'm still kind of winging it hoping that ultimately I'll simply fall into a teaching position, or perhaps start simply walking into Mordor.
My mombot and sister are still full of drama and self-centered bullshit and can't understand why I don't want to take time away from my own self-centered bullshit to put up with theirs.
Write back soon and let me know WHAT IT IS, WHAT'S UP.
Other than the contents of the above letter, I haven't been doing a whole lot. I'm trying to get some plans laid for this summer, but it's just not something I can do until I know where I stand on financial aid for the next semester. Although I'm assured that if I were to choose my triumphant return to Canada rather than an holiday (that's right Schatze, AN holiday) elsewhere, that Trappie would greet me with 'the biggest hug ever.' I have my doubts that such a hug wouldn't, in fact, come from Nano and Johann simultaneously. Either way, it's a tempting incentive.
I'd been thinking about my father a lot, and bloody maturity made me realize that I've made some questionable decisions concerning him over the years. I avoid the use of the term regrettable, as despite my present understanding of the way things should probably have played out, I still feel empty considering our current lack of a relationship. When I was young, I sought a father figure because I felt the need for one. A little older, and I looked for one because I knew I was supposed to. After that, I stopped caring. I've tried to start again, but I suppose it's as hard as forcing yourself to care about anything else.
The summary of the past month: Lots of action boring me to tears.
posted by red at 20:05
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