Friends, life has made me a tired old man. I feel like an exhausted work horse, days before he is replaced. Is there anything good happening? My parents getting a puppy. A five month old Anatolian Sheppard, and hes already the size of a large full grown dog. My kitty purrs with delight whenever I come home no matter how my day goes. My friends are all alive and well, doing good in life. I should be happy.

I guess since life already sucks so much, i should go out and get a vacuum finally. it may be a sign.

To anyone concerned:

Max, my border collie/lab mix, passed away early yesterday morning..

He was a good dog; lived a long and happy life. In his 11 years with my family and I, he has always been loving and exemplified in the best way what a good dog should be. I will miss him always.

Life is short, guys. People you see everyday or just once will die as you will one day too. Make the best of everyday and try to enjoy yourselves- you only have one life and it is getting shorter by the second.

Thank you.

greeting:

hello journal of mine,

bullshit:

i have missed you so. you are my trophy to myself, nothing else can represent where i've become

recently:

so many things have been cluttering my mind that ocd has flared up within me to at clean the clutter around me.

aside:

i've reconditioned to keep to myself, i cannot share any more, but if you listen closely, i may whisper a thing or two

and here goes, the update to all that know you livejournal, for their thirsty ears:

i'm no longer enrolled in classes
i'm working my own job
relationships have ended, new ones have sprung
my life is forever changed

memory:

i miss my paid account...

now i'm returning to my training to become a professional

AND I'M LOVING IT! its about muscle cars and racing them!! I finally found a channel i can leave on for all hours

aaaannnddd thats every character you can have in a title and actually tell a story.

TIRE MOUNTING!! OOOOOH RIGHHHT

I just found out that I cannot type as fast as i think .
[I think thats why I've stopped writing, actually; I've even stopped doodling... ... am I leveling up?]*


I'm going to youTube now to watch some rockcrawling!








*grammar nazis, please verify this epiphany

Does anyone i know have a ladder i can borrow/leave out in my patio with? I have a shed in my patio with a roof that extends over my carport and i want to turn it into a balcony for myself.. its kind of odd that no one else has done it before...

my house smells like cat ass.
my roommate is a bitch. vile and disgusting and foaming at the cunt.
no one knows how to clean.. after themselves or their shit
did a bomb go off and devastate my house and leave us retarded?


shit in the sink needs to be cleaned.
shit in the sink that sits for weeks starts growing.
shit in the sink that starts growing SMELLS LIKE ASS.
CLEAN THE SHIT
CLEAN THE SHIT
CLEAN THE SHIT

THIS CAT SMELLS LIKE ASS
MY ROOMMATE IS AN ASS
THIS HOUSE NEEDS TO BE FUCKING BULLDOZED.


please send your icbm's and wma's with shipping and handling to my apartment. second floor, last room down the hall.

OK so the African Grey parrot that we were babysitting at the office went home to his owner late last week. Now, I get a call from his owner saying that the bird is depressed! We had named him Poopy Bird... Poor Poopy has pulled out most of his feathers and now does not respond to his owner... 


He can speak and bite and act like a moody little bitch sometimes but damn, I miss that bird too.

 

Over this semester-long exile from SMU and the world of academia, I have not enjoyed a long break with copious amounts of free time. I have not lounged gaily during my days. I have not wasted this hiatus in dull affairs that cannot serve to improve myself. Instead, I’ve taken a glimpse into the world of full-time low-wage employment, a feasible prospect for one such as me lacking a college diploma.

 

Over the period of my suspension, I’ve worked from nine to six for over one hundred and fifty days as an IT consultant in Carrollton and Fort Worth, with many other side jobs along the way. I have kept busy every single day since the spring semester ended so that when I had the chance to return to SMU, I could come back prepared. I’ve since achieved skills as a mechanic, technician, sales associate, and security advisor.

 

I’ve earned a great deal of money by keeping myself occupied and productive while away from SMU, but it pales in comparison with how much I have missed out on my academics. I long for the sense of achievement brought by seeing an A next to my name on a hard test. I miss the assignments where you test the knowledge learned in class. I crave for the structured work environment of a classroom compelling me to study and learn.

 

Not that I have not learned anything from this break, have learned a great deal about the so-called “real world.” I have learned in the real world, no one cares if you have difficulty understand something. You are expected to either figure it out, or renounce your position and look for a less complex job. I have learned there is no excuse for failure, but failure is an important part of productivity. Many failures occur during the day but the importance is to keep your number of successes higher. I have learned the importance of dependability as one single person could detain hundreds from doing their jobs by not carrying his own. The most important part of what I have learned is that without a degree, you see many great opportunities sail by you, and what’s worse- to those less qualified.

 

I grew as a person since my last class at SMU. I feel like I have reached a level of maturity where I am less influenced by outside forces and more focused on my tasks. I see the reasons why I chose poorly in my previous mistakes and I see ways I can benefit now from them. I do not regret my suspension from SMU, it has allowed me time to settle into myself and prioritize by importance the steps I need to take to ensure myself a successful future.

 

So demanding others to be clear of their intentions is like asking your chess opponent to reveal his next move after his turn...?

I guess so,
i kinda feel enlightened even though i already have to hold my tongue often








(imagine me with an unbridled mouth: super-asshole)

i realized---- there is so much more to life than the narrow opennings on our face allow us to see, and of all those things that we do not see, theres even more we cannot comprehend.

i wanted to be emo and write how i want to detach from my friends and family, but you know what? why bother...




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Note: 11 is louder than 10.