Wednesday, April 6, 2011

I ran into that Jap kid the other day. He started yellin', "Go, men! Go, men!"

Would you consider this a fucked up situation? I took a vyvanse the other day before work and couldn't help myself from spilling beans about my personal life to one of my closer work friends. He half-heartedly told me it sounded fucked up, but I'm pretty sure the amount of time I spent talking caused him to tune out a lot of it.

Here's basically the run down:

So my pappy's going to prison. As a 19 year-old who is use to this behavior from him all I can say is that I'm happy he's done with that stupid, lazy ex-wife of his. Oh and that it's pretty cool I get to hold a lot of his stuff. Namely that PSP Go and all his other consoles (Not a big console guy) along with the prospects of a car (even if it's a Prius) and all of my Sundays back.
Mum's been on my back recently for small shit, but on a more personal note she doesn't do that unless she's trying to get me for a big thing or a number of things and doesn't have proof. As she stumbles closer toward what might be the final straw with me I try to look toward finding a better job just in case one day I come back to find all my stuff on the curb.
Girlfriend was going through a rough patch with me beginning about a month ago. Up until last week we had been at each others' necks and then I pulled my famous "Step back" and everything was chill. Now we're doing alright. We went to the zoo yesterday and that actually wasn't as bad as I usually make it out to be.

As far as making my rounds, I'm sorry it hasn't been happening as often as I like to. A lot of my personal time has been getting in the way. Once a day is still pretty good, yeah?

Thursday, March 31, 2011

Hitmonlee, return. "hitmonree!"

She caught herself, I'm guessing. Or maybe she does keep tabs on me and she already has this blog's link on bookmark. Either way, for some reason or the other she started to back off. Here comes a bigger problem, though. She keeps asking how I'd react if we broke up. Honestly, it wouldn't change much. I'd have less to do, but less to do would only mean more time for myself. I could work more freely without being anxious every shift to get out, though by now I'm sure that behavior has been forced into my DNA. I'd have too much time to game and literally all delusions of moving forward will vanish. I'd instantly be out of substance.

By "keeps asking", I really mean she's asked twice in a 24 hour period. That's a big step up from 0 in 10 months.

To think it's already been a year. It went by fast and it was pretty fun.

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Sorry, guys.

Won't be able to make rounds today, but I'll be back on it by either tonight (Practically tomorrow by the ETA).

Thank you for your patience.

We saw Limitless yesterday. What better way for Asian kids that party with controlled substances to spend a Tuesday night watching a movie about a guy who goes from schmuck to super celebrity because a pill makes him smart?

**small spoiler**
It was okay if you liked the movie Jumper. It's movies like this I believe you should watch when you're feeling like crap.

Tuesday, March 29, 2011


And look at what this Blogger has become so quickly..

The girlfriend has been at it lately. It being my nerves and my patience. Every day it's the same bull crap with consistent bossiness, testy attitude, and overall stupid pretty-princess mindset. I'm tired of it after only having to deal with it for the upwards 50% of this relationship. She tried apologizing last night after embarrassing me the entire day. Of course I'll shrug it off. As always should be the easy answer. Of course tomorrow I'll wake up hoping this stupid and sudden change in her behavior has changed. As should any person in a bad situation should hope. Of course when it doesn't, I'll just deal with it because there's something that hopes the old girl will come back around.

Friday, March 25, 2011

Explicit Attention To Detail

I had a dream last night about my ex. These happen from time-to-time and while my dreams of my current gf happen more frequently, I tend to notice my ex and nothing else from the dream.

What does that mean? I haven't moved on? Well, I wake up and I remember all the stupid shit she put me through and all the heart ache and time wasting (Along with a good bit of money for a 14-18 year-old) And then I get angry that retarded crap like her showing up in my dreams still happens.

Maybe they're nightmares and I just don't remember. Heh.

Not likely.

Today's a pretty big day. Not for me, but for my friends. We'll all be crossing a bridge together into adulthood, but I had to make a special trip back across that bridge just for them.

I'm trying to think of all sorts of drinking games. Like we'll all play Halo or some shit and every time you die that's a drink and it has to be an audible gulp.

... Maybe a fighting game would be less intense as far as dying goes.

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Decisions like the one this afternoon are why I like schedules

I shouldn't expect these people to call me friend. Especially since I wouldn't necessarily say that about them either, but a little structure is all I asked for. I was so angry for no good reason when they told me that everything was canceled.

But then again, this is where my girlfriend is given the chance to swoop my damaged ego and repair it by offering an even better alternative regardless of having to kill her own night.

This is just one of many reasons why I love her so much.
Is that selfish of me?

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Still Air

Nothing has happened lately.

Well besides the fact my mum and father are on their way to divorce. The catch? They aren't married to each other. We just left the stage in my life where my parents thought I was on drugs and that alone was a little bothering amount of drama. Nothing too big, though. The only fact I even mention it is simply because the time it took for the situation to be over was well worth calling a "Waste of time". Since it's been over, we had about 2 weeks of chilling out at the house. I kept good ties with my father and my mother in terms of conversation.

But when I found out my dad was being left my his wife, it bothered me a lot. Suddenly I knew I'd have to be there for him more often (Something I've never been accustomed to) to make sure he would stay on the right track. He tried not to make it seem like a big deal. That crap like this happens all the time.

I felt bloody teenager level with all this only to find out my mother was going through her own troubles. Danny came home drunk one night. Didn't answer his phone all day and when he finally did all he had to say to her was that he was too drunk to drive home. When they came back, my mom was trouble. I heard a lot, but not everything. I stood at the bottom of the steps waiting for my time to strike with my guitar in hand. Years of letting this dude talk down to my mother the way he does was something I wanted to come to an end. But she caught me. She told me to go upstairs. That he was just drunk.

... Now I'm stuck because while my parents are supportive of one another, they've kept me out of the loop. So what am I suppose to do..?

... ._.