Some search, never finding a way...

It's funny, I've been in so many places without ever
leaving Ontario. Barely even leaving this city in general.
So many people have come and gone, I can barely
even keep track. It's kind of sad, that people that
once meant the world to me, are now strangers.

It's life. It's growing up.
Everyone drifts and moves on and makes there own way.
It's just crazy, I never thought I'd lose everyone,
especially all at once. It's a hard pill to swallow.

I'm always saying that there is a silver lining to everything.
I am always harping about not dwelling,
and saying "that's life."
Believe me, I believe all of that, but sometime it's
easier said than done.
Days like today, it's hard to live by that.

I just wonder, when is my life going to go in
the right direction. I've grown up, separated from
people and things that were holding me back.
Fight for what I want, constantly try to find ways
to better myself and the situation, and I'm still in
the same spot.

However, I still have no career goals.
I was going to be an exterminator, and I am still
thinking about it, but something is not allowing me
to leave the hotel. I don't really know why...
Comfort maybe? I went in there knowing half the
employees, and now know them all.
We are a lovely click.
I think if I break away and go for it, I'll be happy,
But again, is that really where I want to be?

No, but it will be a better opportunity.
The hotel is barely part time, shit pay, and I hate
the job itself. What's my deal?

I just want to sing!
That's the one thing, that regardless of my mood,
I'm always doing it. Always.
Music fuels me.

I have little to no interest in anyone anymore.
We are all in different places, and I feel like
I'm standing still when with them.
But then I sit at home waiting around for the 2
people I do care about to be available, and go
nuts from boredom.

I need to sell this house.
Most of my stress is in these walls.
Once it sells, I'll be staying in my brothers basement,
until I find something suitable to buy.
That will aid in my anxiety for sure.
There will always be someone to hang out with
and always something to do, and I won't be driving
much anymore, considering that's pretty
much the only place I go.

I hope it sells and I don't lose anything.
The 'condition' of home inspection scares me, ugh.

I need to distance myself from my family,
not my brothers or my dads side.
I don't want to miss out on time with my grand-
parents and little cousins, but I cannot take this
anymore. They get in everyone's business and judge
about everything. They act like children.
If I make a decision they don't like, they
actually get mad at me, and go as far as giving
me attitude or the silent treatment.
We are talking about adults here, adults
who have children. This is what I'm dealing with.
I'm stressed.

Check list to partial stress-free living

• 2nd, possibly 3rd job
• finish my exterminator license
• obtain full G
• Sell house for no less than $107,000
• Get back into healthy life style
• properly working vehicle
• distancing myself from any negativity including family
• proper sleeping habits! *

Back to square one..

I feel like my life has been one giant game
of snakes and ladders, I'd really like to know
when I am going to roll on to that big ladder.

My first blog on here was November 2008,
Over 2 years later and I'm still in the same spot.
It's just a back & forth with me.
Still no happy medium

Well it's been a while..

So my frequent Zombie nightmares...
The classic one that was oh so unforgettable, that I had back
in grade 12. The one where me and my best friends at the
time (Andrew, Nicole, Bobby, & Adam) We all linked arms
and running to find an antidote because my brother had gotten
scratched by a zombie and we had very little time to find it and
cure him before he turned. So we're all running and then all of the
sudden, I'm by myself, looking around for my friends.
I end up in a mall, and there was a living room set up in some
furniture store, Bobby was sitting there watching tv, so I sat
beside him and we just rested and my head was on his shoulder
then after a while, I heard a "RAWRRRR." I looked to my
right and he was a zombie.

So needless to say, I ran away.
I then met up with Andrew, he told me he had lost
Nicole & Adam.. Meaning they were done for as well.
I can't recall if we actually found the antidote or not,
but we did go back to the truck where my brother was,
and he was a zombie, so either way it was too late,
I had lost him too.

It was probably one of the most frightening dreams
I have ever had, aside from it mainly starring Zombies,
I lost everyone important to me except Andrew.
So I had the dream analyzed, checked all the sites
online and whatnot and even had Lia do her smartypants
physiology stuff with it.

Every answer was pretty much the same.
The dream meant I am afraid of change and losing people
(duh, who didn't already know that about me?)
But the zombie part also means that there was some
obstacle in my life, and the fact that I always dream
of zombie attacks means that I have not yet over come it.

I still haven't figured out what the obstacle is ...
I would assume it's the "what am I doing with my life" thing,
cause that's been the only thing to bother me, and it's been
bothering me since15 years old ha ha.

But anyways, the dream ended up being true,
metaphorically speaking. I lost everyone in that
dream except Andrew. Him and I lost touch with our
best friends for one reason or another, and my brother
and I had that 2 year feud. And a part of that dream
Andrew was MIA, and that happened too.

So, I've had a few nightmares a week about zombies
as long as I can remember, then the other day, I had
a dream where I wasn't running. I was in a dollar
store and I was making a weapon out of anything and
everything and I was attacking, just going completely
buck on them. (which makes me laugh 'cause I always
say although blades don't need reloading, I'd have a gun in
a zombie attack 'cause I'm too scared to get close enough
for a blade to work.) But I ended up waking up that morning,
and questioning that dream all day. I attacked them?
I ATTACKED THEM! ...weird. Normally I'm running
and hiding, even in real life when awake, I'm scared of them.
I actually feel scared in my dreams... not that time.

So last night,
I have this dream and a bunch of us are hunting
them and attacking them. All of the sudden, I get
scratched, and I'm like, fuck it, not deep enough, I'm
strong, I'm okay. Then I get scratched again... again,
I'm not scared or upset that I'm going to turn into a
zombie or anything. I ended up waking up before
anything could come of it, but what does that mean?

A part of me has died... inside, that is.
I've given up. I clearly stopped actually caring long ago,
but the half assed attempts still carried me through.

I'm just tired of being a maid, and being every body's
mother... Is it asking to much to have everyone clean up
after themselves, or to expect a little respect?
I guess so because nothing has changed.
Clearly, because I am being accused of doing nothing.
Ha, If I did nothing, It would be noticeable.
I do minor tidying every day or else, it would
be utterly disgusting at all times.
I don't bother with the major clean ups every day like
I used to, because it's pointless, things get fucked up
literally 10 minutes after I clean in the first place.

If I didn't do anything, there would be dirty laundry
everywhere, there would be garbage everywhere, pee on both
toilets, pet hair everywhere and so on.
I realize others have been doing a lot lately... but they
aren't that perfect either... it's usually their dirty
laundry in the bathroom and dirty dishes on my counter,
and pets' mess on my floors.
But I appreciate what they have been doing,
it does not go unnoticed, or unpraised.

But still...
I get treated like shit... in my own home.
I don't even think they realize the hurtful and short
things they say to me.
But, in order to maintain peace in the home,
I bite my tongue.. but for what?
To feel unwelcome in my own home..
Why should I have to walk on egg shells in MY house.

People seriously need to take a step back
and really look at the situation before
commenting on anything.
That's the problem with everyone in this world..
No one really thinks about anyone else...
No one walks a mile in any one else's shoes..
No one thinks before acting/speaking..
I'm not perfect and I've been guilty of many things
and all things I've ever ranted at...

which is why I've kept quiet through all of this...
But I'm at my breaking point.

New update:

So James and Stef moved in, yes!
They help out a lot, James hassels everyone into cleaning up there own messes and paying rent on time and what not, and Stef is always cleaning with me.
Chelsa moved out, everything was dandy and the day she left she just did a 180 and left on bad terms, Heather moved into her room the same day.
So now it's Me, Andrew, and Heather upstairs. Larry on the main floor. Craig, Stef and James are in the basement. Stef and James are moving on on January 20th though, they are going out West. Then I will be renting that room to a random until May 1st, when Sped comes home, then He'll be renting that room.

So me and Joey have been talking a little more lately.
After the wedding it was only twice, and always at Thursday dinner at Nona's.
But Woody and I have been hanging out pretty much every day for over a month [kid I know from high school that turns out to be Christina's cousin] So him and I have gone over there a few times to say Hi. Actually, I'm going over there shortly cause I got him a fridge and we have to go pick it up lol.

Umm.. so basically for the last two months I've been drunk or drinking heavily almost every day. It's fun... got wicked bombed Friday night lol.

Alcohol; The cause of & solution to, all of life's problems..

So this is an interesting one..
Joey & I talk again.
Even Anthony and him are talking.
A 2 year fight, ended, all because I got too drunk. lmao

So I got dragged to Joey's wedding by my dad
and grand mother, and Stacy made Anthony
go. So obviously Anthony and I stuck together
as much as possible. The reception, we were
no where near each other, but I had Andrew
with me, so it was alright.

Andrew and I defiantly took advantage of open bar.
I was drinking vodka like it was going out of style.
I ended up getting loaded and went over and hugged
Joey and that was how him & I reconciled.
Anthony came around that night too.

We've all talked since..
But we'll never be the same.
He's still not the same brother I once had.
& I highly doubt we'll even hang out / see each
other outside of family functions.
But at least we can all be civil.

Don't let yesterday take up too much of today...

She was gonna be an actress
She was gonna be a star
She was gonna shake her ass
On the hood of white snake’s car
<3

Are we getting closer, or are we just getting more lost?

Where have I been?
Well I finally got what I wanted ...
I bought a house and I'm living in it, it's been about
two months. There's been some ups and downs with
roommates and such, nothing real out of the ordinary.

But guess what?
I still have no fucking idea where I want to be.
I hate my job. I don't belong in customer service.
Aside from that it's seasonal and not too much over
minimum wage, I can't live on it.
I have no career goals though, I never wanted to be
anything outside of the music field.
But we've already established that is not going to happen.
So I'm going to get another Joe job or two that pays more..
It'll get me by and then some. I may even like the job
or the people, but it's not where I am supposed to be.

If I could just figure out where I am supposed to be,
I wouldn't be freaking out so much.
I had one actual goal in my life, and I worked towards it.
And now I have it... now what?

So I thought I knew what I wanted.
I though I wanted a relationship, marriage and kids.
I made a plenty of fish cause all the other girls in
the house did and wanted me too.
I knew I wasn't into it though. I didn't reply
to anyone except this one guy.
Surprisingly I messaged him first.
We talked a lot, on the computer, the phone and text.
Then he wanted to meet...

He was a super nice guy, and fun to talk too.
But I found problems right off the bat.
I know things aren't supposed to be perfect but
these problems were ones that I don't want to deal with.
He wasn't okay with me being friends with mostly guys.
He'd always accuse me of being a partyer.
It was subtly and annoying though.
He basically just acted like because he was 4 years
older he knew so much more.

So I never met up with him.
He told me to text him when I woke up the day we were
supposed to hang out. So by 2pm that day he text me
and said " are you still sleeping" I said
"No, I haven't even slept yet" He replied with
"Are you on drugs? Do you even care about our date?"
So I said" It's not that I don't care, I've been up all night,
I kicked out a roommate and we left it on bad terms, and
my van is miraculously not working now!"
And he just kept texting worrying about the date, and
not giving a shit about me freaking out about the things going
on in my life, and being snappy with me. So I just stopped
answering. He's tried to apologize twice since, but I just
don't care, so I never answered and it's been a week so I think
he's given up.

Like I have time for this anyways.
I barely see Britny and the guys lately.
Once I get a new job or two, I really won't have time.
I don't think I want a serious relationship right now anyways.
I know that I want kids later in life, and marriage before hand
would be nice as well. But I'm just spazzing out a little bit right now.

I think I figured it out now.
Because I have my house, I have to work.
I have to behave, I have to be responsible.
And having to do something is like a form of authority.
Something controlling me, commitment.
And we all know how well I deal with all those things.
I'll quote myself here.. "I have a good heart, and a bad attitude"

I'm not ready to grow up.
I am glad I have a house, but I am still a kid,
regardless of my age. I know the difference between
time for fun and time for work. But I have sacrificed a lot
in the last few years. I needed to do something stupid.
The other night, the guys and I were drinking recklessly at the
bar, and there was breaking into a car and what not.
Just good old stupid fun. It wasn't a random car though, it was
a friends friends, and we had to get something out of it.
But fun none-the-less. It was the first night I really smiled and
laughed in a long time. wtf is wrong with me. lol

Exactly a month has lapsed since my last post.
Basically, I love life.
I'm back where the good out weighs the bad,
so the bad doesn't even matter.
The end.

I can't very well take my eyeballs out & turn them around..

Who decided what words
would be bad?

They are just words.
How come apple isn't bad?
But Asshole is?

It's been plaguing me
lately because,
I am almost 20 years old.
I moved out when I was 16,
I haven't lived with my parents
since then, and yet..
The second I say "fuck"
Shit hits the fan.

They don't really care about
anything but "fuck." Depends.
I have heard "watch your mouth!"
About 1000 x in the last week.

They are pretty amazing words.
They can mean so many different things.

Fuck [Fuhk]

• To engage in sexual intercourse
• slang; go fuck yourself
• etc

Shit [Shit]

• To defaecate
• Slang. narcotic drugs, esp. heroin or marijuana.
• Slang. a selfish, mean, or otherwise contemptible person
• Slang. something inferior or worthless

Ass [Ass]

• A long-eared, slow, patient, sure-footed domesticated mammal
• A stupid, foolish, or stubborn person
• The buttocks
• The rectum

Bullshit [Bool-shit]

• nonsense, lies, or exaggeration
• to lie or exaggerate to.

Asshole [As-hohl]

• Slang; a stupid, mean, or contemptible person
• insulting terms of address for people who are stupid or irritating or ridiculous
  
• vulgar slang for anus

Cunt [Kuhnt]

• Slang; the vulva or vagina
• Used as a disparaging term for a person one dislikes or finds extremely disagreeable

Dick [Dik]

• Slang; Penis
  

Bitch [Bich]

• a female dog
• anything difficult or unpleasant: "The test was a bitch"

I've got a good heart, but a bad attitude.

Part 2

... & as much as I hate to admit it.
I am human. I have feelings, I am insecure sometimes.
I am self conscious sometimes, things do hurt.
I have emotions. I am not always a rock.
I am not a big tough asshole as I'd like to portray.

I'm not always bullet proof.

I don't owe you anything, to hell with I'm sorry BOMBS AWAY!

This photo has no
relevance to anything,
I just thought it was pretty.

I slept over my little cousins
house Saturday night, his
parents were away for the
weekend and a bunch of his
friends slept over too.



I'd have to say, it was the most fun
I have had in a long time.
It's weird because they are all 16.
I really enjoy hanging out with my cousin because we are retarded
together and come up with the same stupid ideas. I thought maybe
I was afraid of growing up and that's why I enjoy hanging out
with him so much, but actually, I am not afraid of growing up.
Sure, I am grossed out about getting old, but I'm not afraid of
responsibility, and I don't want to avoid it.

I just like having fun. I like being an idiot, I like exploding things, playing with fire, and fire extinguishers. But at the same time, I have a good job that I enjoy, I have dependents; Shadie & Pierre. I almost bought a house, and I am still in the market for buying one, and I have all the means to do so, once I find one fitting.

I still have not really figured out what is wrong with me lately. I think it's a safe bet to say, it's because, right now, I am not where the 15 year old me thought I would be by now.
I am still a lot farther then most people my age, but the point is, when I was 15 , I didn't dream of a 9-5 job and a house and dog. I dreamed of being on the road, playing shows, screaming fans, city lights. I know, what 15 year old didn't? But I have the means to do it, and it's in my blood. It's more than a dream , it's what I am supposed to do. Although I am content with where I am right now, I will never really be all that ecstatic until my 15 year old dream comes true.

Not to say that I am unhappy now, I don't do much during the work season because I am working about 60 hours a week. But like I said, I do enjoy my job. It's not demanding, but it's busy enough that the time goes by fast, I enjoy the people I work with and we have good talks and laughs. Outside of the work season, I have a lot more home time, nothing much to do in this city, especially if you are poor. Another reason why I enjoy hanging out with my cousin, we make our own fun!

This blog is everywhere eh? HA.
Well while we are going all over the map..
Andrew & I don't hang out much anymore. Different crowds.
I don't like his friends, I don't like the stuff they are into so I don't
like being around them. Him and I are good though, we just aren't
together every waking hour like we used to be. I haven't seen him
in probably a month and a half, and we've only talked twice since too.

I find lately I really have no interest in anyone.
Back in high school, when a friend and I would drift, it was the end
of the fucking world. Now, I think I am initiating it, not
with everyone.. I just don't answer my phone or texts because
I have been in quite the rut lately. I don' know how to put it,
I just have no interest in some people.. People that were once
everything to me.. My phone rings or i get a text and i don't
answer it, yet I'm bored out of my face and want to go do something.

Most of the time it's because I find that my friends have changed.
I feel I have no one to talk to or confide in anymore people
don't listen anymore. They interrupt a lot and talk about guys or
something irrelevant. Not to say what I am talking about is more
important than what they have to say.. Just.. when I am upset
and need someone to talk to, I want someone who is
going to listen and help me... not to talk about the guy they like or what ever.
It's not often that I vent, or do the whole "feelings" thing,
so when I do, pay attention!

Also because I am self conscious now, I am upset and angry that
I let myself gain so much weight again. I was always very over
weight, and over the years I have yo yo'd a lot.
But this summer I got down pretty low, the lowest I have been
my whole life. I was happy and getting complements from
everyone. I have put most of it back on again. I am not as big
as I was but I am still unhappy about it. I compare myself to
people around me, so I never want to go out. I never want to
get dressed. Especially when I go out with Jill. She's tiny and
pretty and everyone always stares at her no matter what
she's wearing. Even when shes in her work grubby's

Also because I don't like doing the club scene. Some bars I am okay with, like blue lagoon and places with a good live band. But I hate Dragon fly and techno clubs and shit. That's never been my scene. Even when I was happy with the way I looked I never like dressing up. I don't even like hanging out with girls, because I don't like gossiping and talking about boys and mindless jargon. I like chilling in basements with the boys and having some beers and being dumb.

I haven't really vented in for ever, honestly, years.
I try to write in here all the time and I have all the thoughts in my head but I can't properly get them out. I have about 7 unfinished, unposted blogs on here because I can't get anything out properly or I don't like how I write things so I delete them... but this time, I am going to write everything that comes to mind and hope that some one can understand and analyze them for me.

I over analyze everything but still never get anywhere.
I need help. But like I said, I have no one to talk to anymore.
The only person I spend a lot of time with is my cousin
Micheal but he's young, and I don't want to bombard him
with my problems. The problem with Andrew is that he has
so many problems and I always help him, and one day he said
"you're my rock, the fact that you are so together and so strong,
helps me, and if you weren't so strong, I'd have nothing"
So I am afraid to vent to him and admit that, I am NOT together,
I am very broken up and scattered.
And everyone else, I have drifted from, or they just don't listen.

The worst feeling ever is when you have so many people
around you, and no one to talk to. People that care about you,
yet know nothing about you. Acting like everything is okay
and accomplished when you are so down and out.

Well this is the first time I am going to admit..
I am NOT okay.
I am a little bit scared.
I've had no income since October & I don't go
back to work until 3rd week of March.
I still forget important things, like my car
insurance, 3x, after 3x they cut you off, so
I might not have car insurance right now
(I find out Wednesday)
I am NOT happy with myself or the way I look.
I am not happy that I smoke again.
I need anger management, my poor phone
is shattered from my anger issues, and
that little blow up cost me well over $100.

Most of the time I don't think about it, so it doesn't bother me often, but when I do remember and I do think about it, I am VERY upset that my brother and I don't talk anymore. And no matter what happens, even if we did speak again, he wouldn't be the same Joey, so I've lost my brother regardless and I'm not happy about it. And I fear the shit hes getting himself into and I feel partly reasonable for it, because no he is fighting to prove us all wrong... and getting himself in deeper. Also, I am very upset that I only see my dad once a year, if that.

I always had a short temper, but I never
lost it so much before. There has to be some deeper reason why now.

I am pissed that all my life I have dropped everything for someone else. I go out of my way for people, every job I have ever had, I've taken people's shifts, comes in short notice. Worked every day straight for weeks and months for other people with no complaints. I babysit short notice, cancel plans so I can babysit or work. Make sure everyone has a memorable birthday. Stay up to ridiculous hours just to talk when someone needed to talk or needed help. Spent all my money on buses and cabs to get to my friends when they need something.

And yet, I don't get the same in return. Every birthday since I was 16 has been terrible. 16th I stayed at Stef's because everyone forgot and I was fighting with my parents, 17th everyone was fighting with each other, I had to pick people up, I had to pay for people, I get nothing (which isn't a big deal cause I hate stuff, but like at least don't fight @ my party!) people leave to go hang with their bf. my 18th was the same. my 19th, my best friend and his friend were so drugged up the fell asleep at the bar and we had to go home by like 10 because of them, everyone else forgot, my dad lives up north, my brother and I don't talk.

And when I need a day off work, no one will cover my shift, yet I have for them 100000x.
And I have gathered so much brownie points for everything, yet no one helps me out.

Then my uncle..
I have always dropped everything to babysit his devil child or house sit or whatever.
And instead of getting paid for babysitting I asked him to cut my hair (cause hes a hair dresser) and it's been months... i frequently ask. And he never has time, same with Jill. And I have always dropped everything for that girl. I would drive to grismby every weekend to bring her to the falls so she didn't have to get a cab that far! and one time we went to a bar and she said she'd be right back and 2 hours later she was back with a ton of people and said they were people she hadn't seen in forever and danced off like it was no big deal. I just picked you up from grimsby so you could ditch me for hours! yes it is a big deal!! She is a very self centered person and it bothers me, she is NOTORIOUS for being a "non-listener" All she talks about is my uncle... constantly. I always listen and help her with everything, then the one time I try to vent cause I am losing my shit and we lived together... she's changing the subject back to how she hopes they get back together. She always did it! I fucking hate that! She always said I was her best friend and the only person she could talk to... but my uncles show was more important on my bday (yet she seen his band 2x a week every week) she never listened to me, she never thanked or even tried to compensate for me driving to get her all the time.. she lies a lot. very much like my issues with pretty much everyone I used to be best friends with.

So I sit here all the time and think about past
friends and problems. Is it my fault?
Do I expect to much of people?
Do I hold grudges? Am I a bad friend?
Am I the reason we aren't friends anymore?

I must fucking be, because look how many I went through...
That's the reason why I always say I hate people.
(I'm always taken too seriously on that)
I don't hate everyone. But most people I do.
Because everyone so far has been the same..
There is the select few that don't fall under that category,
but there are still problems beyond our control.

I'm sick of things not going as planned.
I know it happens to everyone but everything
happens to me at once.
When it rains it pours, and I am losing my marbles.

Yes again for the 80 time I have said this I have it pretty good.
I am doing better than a lot of people, especially those my age, but this isn't where I wanted to be, and that's what it boils down to. If I don't go anywhere with my music I can still live a happy life... but occasionally I am still going to be bothered by it. Because like most other people I am sick of working my ass off, 60 hours a week for months straight to pay bills and rent and soon to be mortgage.. I'm sick of things not coming easy. I know that's life, but I see so many people, some of which in my family, get everything handed to them... and I know I am who I am because of my up bringing and I wouldn't change anything that has happened thus far but I would like a break. I know I am always going to have to work for something because that is life.. but I'd like to be working towards something FOR me, something that is going to benefit me, get me ahead, make me happy, make me the decent money, make my dreams come true.

So far it's been..
Work your ass off to make someone else's business work & make their dreams come true, get them the big money, while you work & get min. wage, they get the the big house,
while you struggle to find an apartment that allows pets. They get everything.
And you get nothing but shift after meaningless shift.

I'm not greedy. I only want what I need. I want to do music because it is all that I have ever been good at and all I have ever wanted to do. It has always and will always make me happy. I already said I'd be happy just playing in bars on weekends, it's not the money. I just want to be able to live off it, and it's be nice if it was my only job so I could have time to do it. I don't want a mansion or 10 cars. I just want to live comfortably, and enjoy what I am doing every day, and like getting up in the morning.

Many people enjoy their jobs and enjoy what they do, many people have meaningful jobs and make a difference. How many people can say they are living their dream every day?

Walking contradiction

I've completely fallen off the face of the earth,

I don't even know where I am.

I wake up early, to do nothing.

I'm bored but I never answer my phone.

I want to do something but i constantly skip out on plans.

I'm in a rut but I can't understand why.
Nothing is really that bad ...

I'm still better off than most people.

What the fuck is my problem?

This just isn't where I wanted to be..

But where do I even want to be anymore?

If it doesn't kill you, it's sure to leave a horrible scar

I've tried to write a new blog a few times over the last month,
and when I sit down, I can't do it, there's nothing there.
But when it comes time to go to sleep & the people are
gone, the phone is on the hook, the lights are off, and I'm
laying here trying to sleep.. It all comes back.

I don't know if it's that I don't know where to start,
or if I am just done with complaining, because
I know, no matter what I have to complain about
there is always someone worse off than me.
I am very thankful for where I am, and for what I have,
but everyone needs to complain.

I wish I could right now.
I guess this is considered complaining,
but I really need to vent, but I can't.

Putter's.

I'm so sick of being tired.
I'm so tired of being sick.
I'm so sick of being bored.
I'm so tired of isolating myself.
I'm so sick of people.
I'm so tired of being awake.
I'm so sick of things not going as planned.
I'm so tired of complaining.
I'm so sick that there is no change.
I'm so tired of work.
I'm so sick of my attitude.
I'm so tired & sick.

Fuck.

Nothing ever goes as planned..

So I gave up the house I was going to buy
so that I could have the house my grand parents
own, that I have been begging them for for years.

Well after that house failed the inspection 4 times,
and the original house already sold, I just rented
a new place with Jillian.

Tawnya and I aren't friends anymore..
I really don't want to get into it, just conflict
of interests you could say..

The place is nice, and Shady is welcome, and
has a huge yard to herself. But I'm still uneasy on
the whole situation. I'm sick of renting, and now
I have to wait until at least June to buy a house.

I really don't know how much longer I can hold
out with the way things are.
Nothing bad is really happening...
But I am just not happy with anything.
I'm so stressed it's unreal, but I can't even
deal with it. I'm beyond the point of even being
able to get angry or emotional.

I'm just here.
Frittering away this pointless existing
hoping for some wonderful opportunity to come
find me, because I am sick of looking.

Some days I just pray to the god of sex and drums and rock 'n' roll

It needs to be December 1st already.
I'm so bored, I need to go back to work.
I come home everyday from where ever
and sit here and go thru most of the 20,000
songs on my itunes. Before I know it my
foot is asleep and I have been listening
to music for 6 hours.

I have a ridiculous obsession with listening
to meatloaf, Boston, and Kansas right now.
Yesterday it was temptations, OLD Bon Jovi,
and Michael Jackson.

I put up my christmas tree today.
It's in my room for now, just until Shadie
gets used to the idea that she can't eat it.
If it was in the living room she'd eat it
while I'm sleeping. It's pretty, it's a
white pre-lit tree, with purple & silver
bulbs & icicles. And this really nice silver
ribbon wrapped around.

I think I am going to have to spend
Christmas in this apartment.
I was hoping I'd have my house by then,
there is a perfect spot in the new dinning
room for it. I might get it by then, but just
in case I put it up now.

My mom got into an argument with the
guy who lives downstairs today.
It was pretty funny, but then he threatened
her and I lost it.

I don't understand how I am losing things
lately. I have less stuff than ever now.
I sold everything worth selling & gave the
rest to good will. I have my bed, computer &
desk. Movies & shelf & tv.
For the life of me I can't find my lighters,
I am sick of using the toaster to light my
smokes.

Oh yeah, I'm a super quitter.
I quit quitting again, for the 8th time I
think.. I don't want to quit, that's the problem.
I have proved several times that I am
quite capable. I am just bored right now.
When I go back to work, I will quit again.
Well until I get my hands on a 40 of Jack Daniels.
Smoking & booze go hand in hand.

We were in my house the other day
painting, and there is no heat, and there's my
Nonna pounding back JD from a water bottle.
She didn't even make a face.. my mom instantly
turns to me and says "well, that's where you
get it from." I miss the days where I would
funnel a 40 of whiskey and wake up on my
washing machine... but somehow be completely
coherent the whole night.

I hate peeling oranges..

Spoke too soon.
There is so much snow on the
ground right now.
Very exciting, but at the same time
I am not all that thrilled.
It'll be my first winter driving
all by myself.

Apparently the roads are ice
right now. Looks like I am
not driving anywhere this winter
unless 100% necessary.
That fucking car has had enough
shit already.

2 more months and I can
buy my magnum.
But I doubt I will take the chance
of driving it in the winter.
That car cost more than my
down payment on the house !

I never understood why
people bought expensive cars,
or expensive stuff in general.
But I figure, my car gives me so much
hassle because it's old. So I may as well
buy a new one with warranty and all.
Plus I am in my car more than
anything so may as well be nice.

Plus I never spend money
on anything, especially on myself.
I hate stuff. So this is one thing I can
justify spending that much money on.
... well and my house. But that was
smart. I need somewhere safe to
park my car.