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I've got to establish a more normal sleep pattern. I hate having medicinal additives in my life to keep me up and set me down. Part of the issue is that being third shift means you sleep during the day and work at night. For me, the best thing I can do is have blackout curtains up and take a sleeping pill but I'm wondering if there are more natural solutions to the situation. Some feedback on this would be nice.
Also I know it's been a while but things have been so boring as of late except for this weekend that I've not wanted to write much. Now I have things to say and they will be said. Yup.
Onto Business.
- CNY Parties Rule More When Not Late -
Being fashionably late to any event is a little suspect but being late to an SG event is tantamount to murder.
Well...no. But still.
I had a shithead bus driver deny me passage on the early bus down so I had to wait 5.5 hours for the next one. So instead of being in ATL with like 3 hours to kill before drinking time, I got the party at a bout 11 pm. The party was jumping and I got a rousing ovation from most there. That made me feel good.
The highlights for me were:
- Doing a sake bomb twice with folk from the party. HyperMediocrity, you are a bad bad woman. God bless you. Also, seeing her husband in a pink tie was awesome. God, that much cuteness make my teeth hurt...on both sides! Grrrrr....
- Seeing all the usual suspects there including a newly furred Vanuslux. Love the doo. Oryon, UltimateLewser, Twigtech, UltimateLewser, Last_Firstborn and I all need to take a picture at the next event as the "Boys of Summer". And remember gentlemen, it's all about the pipe.
- Finally meeting durbustweeb. He looked exactly the way I figured he'd look and standing next to him whilst we burned papers for wishes in the year was cool as hell. He mad good artist too.
- The newly formed supergroup of Khryptic and GailStorm proved yet again that couples truly do dissappear in a crowd. And yet...they were so cute I wanted to ruffle all their hairs.
- Lots of new people there. I like seeing the insanity grow.
- Good egg rolls. Very damned good egg rolls. Plus a sake bomb and soime of the finest mixed drinks around make for a good party.
- And finally, meeting Molly and Crystal was cool. I just wish I had talked to Crystal more through the night. I like standing next to her and looking off into the mass of people being people cause I knew at that moment what she was going through. Plus she and Molly were both cute as hell...but there was just something about that bandana around Crystal's head that made me all warm inside. I just wish we had had more time to talk. She's swanky.
Of course, as usual, I pined afterwards about my lack of meeting single girls with an interest in me but I'm ok with all that happened. Falling asleep upstairs in Sue's house was great and getting the bus home at a decent hour with a decent set of sleep was great. Gentlemen, thank you so fucking much for hosting the party and letting us drunken fools crash there. I owe you mad gratitude.
The next goal? Being able to DRIVE to an SG event.
- Local Hipsters -
I've made a decision to try like hell to go the Local on Friday night for a show. I don't want to think that yet again I'll have to spend like 25 bucks for a cab to an event that will only cost me like 7 but I need to get out more. Seriously. I'm figuring out that the internet just isn't a place to meet people for real anymore. It just isn't. Hipsters like to see and congregate with other hipsters just like any other group of people and the idea of me sitting here bitching that I can't meet or date anyone when pretty much everyone who's hip in Chattanooga or like to think they are goes to the Local is pointless. The evidence is there. The money is probable. I need to go.
Of course, I COULD deny myself a little longer and spend the cash this week to get my phone bill paid, get driving school set off and begin things that way. Who knows? Mabye in like two-three weeks I'll actually be able to borrow one of the rides from the house car pool and DRIVE to an event instead of having to be a vagabound wanderer trainspotting bitch. Who knows?
Whatever the case, I'm glad my Jukebox Zen is fully working. There are still some issues I'd like to work out with it but for now, having music that makes me cooler then normal and more alert at work is a good thing. And, if nothing else, more alert at work means more money means more ability to go out and do the things I want to do. So at the end of the day, it's probably better for me to not to indulge myself this friday night but wait and do something constructive for myself in the long run.
- End Notes -
1. Japanophile women are easily some of the most confusing women on earth. Why do all the girls who love anime, it seems, want to become some lover of some anime/J-Pop/J-Rock idol? Where is my japanophile woman who wants to watch anime and cuddle with a real guy who's ALSO into anime and such? And why is it that I feel that Japanophiles make me ashamed to be an anime enthusiast? I remember thinking that some J-Phile women would make good examples as to why the Madonna Wannabees in the 80's were such a bad idea...but then again....
2. I'm having sex dreams again. Yup.
3. Work is better now. No more people accusing me of being a drug dealer or a derelict. I just love that we cannot keep a fucking shift together at my store and that my store manager is quitting at the beginning of May. I so want another job before that point. I cannot fathom working for either one of the two trolls who run the shop as sub bosses. My life would be hell.
4. Pocky rules.
5. Myspace yet again has given me both false hope and a bit of interesting ideas. One girl who comes in regularly to my shop and talks to me online just made the connection that the brown indie boy she's been exchanging e-mails with is the same dude with the snide additude and the psychotically driven work ethic at the Waffle House. I hope she won't be offended when I tell her I think she's mad cute. I hope she finds me moderately attractive in my poly blend uniform. I hope.
6. I got the greatest turn down letter from a girl ever today. In the good sense. A girl who would, if she wasn't already strung out on this other dude, date me told me that she just didn't want to hurt me because she knew full well I deserved better and part of that was being totally honest with me about her bad luck and bad habits in dating. It's hard to be rejected but to know that someone wanted you that much to want to be that honest makes you feel good. I just wish she'd dump her off/on man and come try a real gentleman/psycho for once. Mayhaps she has...
And with that, I'm off to work all. Please IM me to get my phone number and call me at work if you want to talk. Since the phone tag group has such a huge queue, I'm opening this up with some trepidation. But still. Anyone wants to holla atcha boi, IM me and find my number. Later all.
I've got to establish a more normal sleep pattern. I hate having medicinal additives in my life to keep me up and set me down. Part of the issue is that being third shift means you sleep during the day and work at night. For me, the best thing I can do is have blackout curtains up and take a sleeping pill but I'm wondering if there are more natural solutions to the situation. Some feedback on this would be nice.
Also I know it's been a while but things have been so boring as of late except for this weekend that I've not wanted to write much. Now I have things to say and they will be said. Yup.
Onto Business.
- CNY Parties Rule More When Not Late -
Being fashionably late to any event is a little suspect but being late to an SG event is tantamount to murder.
Well...no. But still.
I had a shithead bus driver deny me passage on the early bus down so I had to wait 5.5 hours for the next one. So instead of being in ATL with like 3 hours to kill before drinking time, I got the party at a bout 11 pm. The party was jumping and I got a rousing ovation from most there. That made me feel good.
The highlights for me were:
- Doing a sake bomb twice with folk from the party. HyperMediocrity, you are a bad bad woman. God bless you. Also, seeing her husband in a pink tie was awesome. God, that much cuteness make my teeth hurt...on both sides! Grrrrr....
- Seeing all the usual suspects there including a newly furred Vanuslux. Love the doo. Oryon, UltimateLewser, Twigtech, UltimateLewser, Last_Firstborn and I all need to take a picture at the next event as the "Boys of Summer". And remember gentlemen, it's all about the pipe.
- Finally meeting durbustweeb. He looked exactly the way I figured he'd look and standing next to him whilst we burned papers for wishes in the year was cool as hell. He mad good artist too.
- The newly formed supergroup of Khryptic and GailStorm proved yet again that couples truly do dissappear in a crowd. And yet...they were so cute I wanted to ruffle all their hairs.
- Lots of new people there. I like seeing the insanity grow.
- Good egg rolls. Very damned good egg rolls. Plus a sake bomb and soime of the finest mixed drinks around make for a good party.
- And finally, meeting Molly and Crystal was cool. I just wish I had talked to Crystal more through the night. I like standing next to her and looking off into the mass of people being people cause I knew at that moment what she was going through. Plus she and Molly were both cute as hell...but there was just something about that bandana around Crystal's head that made me all warm inside. I just wish we had had more time to talk. She's swanky.
Of course, as usual, I pined afterwards about my lack of meeting single girls with an interest in me but I'm ok with all that happened. Falling asleep upstairs in Sue's house was great and getting the bus home at a decent hour with a decent set of sleep was great. Gentlemen, thank you so fucking much for hosting the party and letting us drunken fools crash there. I owe you mad gratitude.
The next goal? Being able to DRIVE to an SG event.
- Local Hipsters -
I've made a decision to try like hell to go the Local on Friday night for a show. I don't want to think that yet again I'll have to spend like 25 bucks for a cab to an event that will only cost me like 7 but I need to get out more. Seriously. I'm figuring out that the internet just isn't a place to meet people for real anymore. It just isn't. Hipsters like to see and congregate with other hipsters just like any other group of people and the idea of me sitting here bitching that I can't meet or date anyone when pretty much everyone who's hip in Chattanooga or like to think they are goes to the Local is pointless. The evidence is there. The money is probable. I need to go.
Of course, I COULD deny myself a little longer and spend the cash this week to get my phone bill paid, get driving school set off and begin things that way. Who knows? Mabye in like two-three weeks I'll actually be able to borrow one of the rides from the house car pool and DRIVE to an event instead of having to be a vagabound wanderer trainspotting bitch. Who knows?
Whatever the case, I'm glad my Jukebox Zen is fully working. There are still some issues I'd like to work out with it but for now, having music that makes me cooler then normal and more alert at work is a good thing. And, if nothing else, more alert at work means more money means more ability to go out and do the things I want to do. So at the end of the day, it's probably better for me to not to indulge myself this friday night but wait and do something constructive for myself in the long run.
- End Notes -
1. Japanophile women are easily some of the most confusing women on earth. Why do all the girls who love anime, it seems, want to become some lover of some anime/J-Pop/J-Rock idol? Where is my japanophile woman who wants to watch anime and cuddle with a real guy who's ALSO into anime and such? And why is it that I feel that Japanophiles make me ashamed to be an anime enthusiast? I remember thinking that some J-Phile women would make good examples as to why the Madonna Wannabees in the 80's were such a bad idea...but then again....
2. I'm having sex dreams again. Yup.
3. Work is better now. No more people accusing me of being a drug dealer or a derelict. I just love that we cannot keep a fucking shift together at my store and that my store manager is quitting at the beginning of May. I so want another job before that point. I cannot fathom working for either one of the two trolls who run the shop as sub bosses. My life would be hell.
4. Pocky rules.
5. Myspace yet again has given me both false hope and a bit of interesting ideas. One girl who comes in regularly to my shop and talks to me online just made the connection that the brown indie boy she's been exchanging e-mails with is the same dude with the snide additude and the psychotically driven work ethic at the Waffle House. I hope she won't be offended when I tell her I think she's mad cute. I hope she finds me moderately attractive in my poly blend uniform. I hope.
6. I got the greatest turn down letter from a girl ever today. In the good sense. A girl who would, if she wasn't already strung out on this other dude, date me told me that she just didn't want to hurt me because she knew full well I deserved better and part of that was being totally honest with me about her bad luck and bad habits in dating. It's hard to be rejected but to know that someone wanted you that much to want to be that honest makes you feel good. I just wish she'd dump her off/on man and come try a real gentleman/psycho for once. Mayhaps she has...
And with that, I'm off to work all. Please IM me to get my phone number and call me at work if you want to talk. Since the phone tag group has such a huge queue, I'm opening this up with some trepidation. But still. Anyone wants to holla atcha boi, IM me and find my number. Later all.
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The internet isn't good for meeting people...so, that means I have to venture out and make a social life?? Not sure that's going to happen...I'm not a bar person, all my friend's are married or have moved out of town and I work alone. So..perhaps I am destined to be single. I'm going to have to upgrade the vibrator now!