Non's Big Day!

After what seemed to be an evening filled with fruition regarding DC, which kept me up until almost 3:00 AM, I woke up 3 minutes after my alarm was supposed to go off. I set it for 10:15AM last night, amidst the cinema of what had just happened playing in my head. It's very possible I simply forgot to actually turn the alarm on, and only set the time for it.

Anyway, when I first met DC, she was volatile-- creating offenses out of thin air and prosecuting me for them. She'd declare my latest statement as "really stupid" and then just walk away. Usually she went home, but if she really wanted to burn me, she'd just go flirt with another guy. I can't say it didn't work, because it just made me want her more. Not to mention punch the daylights out of the guy she chose to flirt with. And then run.

Now, she's not so skittish. Anytime she says, "I think I'm gonna go," I just reply with, "Like hell you are!" and tug her back into arm's length. The first time I did this, I was pretty sure I'd end up getting my goatee smacked off. Turns out, she digs that kind of thing. So I made sure to pepper every evening we spent together with at least one forceful movement. Sometimes I just plucked her from the path she was walking and made her walk closer to me. Sometimes when she'd get pissy, I'd just get pissy right back and say, "Shut up and listen to me."

It's not mean, because it always gives her this silly grin that makes me want to swoon her. And I always smile right back. But enough of that sappy romantic crap. My main thing is trying to get her to hang out with me earlier in the evening so that I don't get calls from my sister or whoever while she is sucking my soul out kissing my neck. I think that's probably too much detail. Not sure. Maybe you guys can let me know if I'm giving tmi.

Anyway, reeling from the success of last night-- I figured today was going to be a flop. That's usually how it works with my luck. I'm certainly in Karma's constant cross hairs. Something good happens, then I eat shit the next day. Like I said, I got up at 10ish this morning and took a ride to the DMV to get a new driver's license. I was only there for 15 minutes, which is a record for them. Then, after being told it would take up to two hours doing work at the unemployment office, I was catered to by the director and it only took one hour. Snazzy shit! Also, I found out what I qualify for in benefits, and I'm definitely stoked. I can work about 20 hours a week and still collect all my unemployment. Part-time job, here I come. Say 'hello' to assisted living, so to speak.

Then, after I finished up at the unemployment office, I found out the landlord of the place I wanted is going to work with me on stretching rent out so I can move in first. It will be so nice to live in a house that is at least 100 feet from any potential redneck, potbellied Jeds or people with a surname as their last names. See you later, Daniel Dave! Woooooie!

And like I said, the place is the shizzle. I'll include pictures in my next post of the props once we get settled in and make that place our bitch.

And, just so you know, I already made the how-to on saving money at the bar, I just don't want to post it until closer to the weekend. So stay tuned.

Jizzob

So far, I've applied to a grocery store, a landscaping company, a pizza place, an upscale burger joint, an advertising factory for high school sports calenders, and most recently, a butchery. Oh yea, don't let me forget the sub delivery shop. Speaking of which, I need to call them. Like now.

*five minutes later* Well, the dude wasn't there, as usual. Oh well.

Tonight, I feast with my family. My mom finally closed on her condo today and she wants to take us out to celebrate. This will basically amount to her making snide comments about my joblessness and Sister's educational progress, in exchange for a free restaurant meal. It's not a bad trade, only, I wish we could go somewhere that has TV's at eye-level so I can at least appear as though I'm looking in my mother's direction while I watch a ballgame. Everyone has tv's up on the rafters, requiring me to crane my neck like I'm watching a plane go by. It's a little obvious, and my mother hates it. I also hate it when I fart or something and she goes "WES!" and acts embarrassed. It's gas. People get over it. Okay, maybe that's a little rude. I try to keep the air currents to a minimum, but it's hard when every place she likes to eat loads their food with cheese or fries everything in the same vat of peanut oil. Sheesh.

So once we're done eating, I almost always have ESS (expanding stomach syndrome), and the only remedy is several tablets of Rolaids and at least an hour of TV without my mom starting every sentence with, "What are you going to do about: ________?" Of course that never happens, so really, the act of eating in itself is the only good part.

Anywho, I'm gonna see what's up with DC tonight. I almost hung out last night but I decided since I didn't have any moola, to just stay in and not drink copious amounts of cranberry juice. I think it should be a little easier tonight since I've actually got some change in my jeans.

Yea, that's all, I think.

Something's Off

Big changes indeed. Jeez, what a year 2007 was. I seemed to have turned my foot into swiss cheese after shooting it so many times. What do they say? The World Is My Oyster? I'm not too sure if that's accurate, because I can't seem to get the damn shells to open.

I'm not huge on being sentimental, but I enjoy the occasional trip down memory lane. Here are some of the biggest memories I have of 2007.

1. In February, I got a job at the newspaper-- a real one-- and kept it for just over 9 months. Even though the ending was a fucking fiasco, there are only two things I'll miss about that job. The friends I made, and the money. Yes, in that order.

2. March 2007 was the first year I ever contemplated suicide. I had been so royally screwed over by my ex and made a fool of that I really just wanted to end my life. It was shameful, embarrassing, maddening, all of the above. But soon after, I got over it. The weak bonds I had with friends either became very strong or were shattered. I suppose that's how it goes.

3. Over the course of 2007, I moved (and I'm about to move again) four times. I went from living alone, to living with a coworker, to living with my sister-- which has created a bond between us that I don't think existed before other than being simply related.

4. I got really really out of shape in 2007. All the drinking, late night meals, and sleeping late created an environment that allowed my body to shape-shift from the lean, fit guy I started out as, into a husky guy with a bit of a beer belly. Not that I'm overly concerned about my looks. I still look damn sexy. Just kidding. Anyway, I definitely see that changing in the first parts of 2008.

5. I realized (toward the end) that I wanted to finish school. How I'm going to get back in, and by what means I'll use to pay for it is to be determined, but I'll figure it out.


Anyway, enough sentimentality. Sis and I found a cool house to live in and we plan to rock it out, old-school. I've got to get over the whole not having dates over at my place thing. I haven't had a girl come to my place since 2006. Yikes. Mainly, it's because I always felt weird about having girls over when I live with my sister. Other girls get a vibe that tends to igg them out a little when they know the dude's sister is in the other room. Especially if there's shagging goin on. Yea baby! Anyway, when we move into the house, I'm going to be PROUD of living there-- not avoiding it like a cell phone bill. I also want to get my car fixed, and be proud of it too. God knows I walk enough.

So that should be all for now. Next time, I'll set you guys up with a nice little report on how to have fun at a bar, el-cheapo-style.

I'll also tell you what's going on with DC and JR. In a nutshell, JR and I decided to just be friends, while DC and I spent some time together last night. That was really fun-- except tonight her roommates came back, and they're her "posse". She's a totally different animal around those two.

Progress

Take a close look at the tags I've given this blog-- in fact, if you want to know what any blog of mine is going to cover, look at the tags-- if there's no subject that interests you, then I've just saved you at least 5 minutes of time. And that's just because I'm such an nice guy.

I have four goals.

1. This is one I hope to achieve in the next 30 minutes. In an effort to make my blogs more palatable, I'm going to spend only 20 minutes actually writing. Hopefully, with practice, I'll be able to write a well-rounded blog in less than ten. We'll see what happens.

2. Continue searching for employment. I had an interview today with Tony C, the owner of several low-grade bars in the area... mostly just "clubs" for people who don't like to wear collared shirts. He's starting me out as a daytime bartender at one of his pool halls. Should be interesting. My goal is to do whatever I can to get, keep, and make the best of this job.

3. Lay off of the DC chase for a few days. I saw her at George's tonight, only because Peach was at the "other" bar, and invited me to come. I was hoping to only accidentally run into her tonight, but this ended up being more planned than I intended. Regardless, she showed more than the usual amount of affection in front of her friends... good sign always. Anyway, the goal is to -- now that she's expressed a "I actually do give a shit" attitude toward me-- follow up by completely ignoring her. Most guys understand this. Girls probably think I'm a creep if I do this, but think back to the guy that called you 8 times after you made out with him a week before. Did you like that sort of thing? I didn't think so.

--- as a side, I give DC a lot of leeway because of her relationship baggage with a guy that seems to follow her around like a wounded puppy. Seriously, this guy is pathetic. She calls him a stalker, but really he just harmlessly shows up and makes her feel guilty about enjoying another man's company. So there's that. --

4. Successfully get my Christmas stocking and whatever else might belong to me from the E-house. Ever since the freak breakup with my ex (once ex-fiancee, then just ex) things have not been smooth between us. For one, she has yet to show up in public with the guy she's dating. Because, A. I'd choke him with his own arm, and B. She knows I'd make a scene... and she knows I'd make a scene ONLY because I'm one of the few people in this town that can get away with it. So-- in short, I need my shit back, bitch. So I hope that goes bloodlessly.

Now I'm going to enjoy some recently-cooked frozen pizza and see if there are any new pictures of NFL cheerleaders on the sports illustrated website. Cheers!