Working

When you're good to Mama
Mama's good to you. -- Queen Latiffa, Chicago

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Shad's computer is still in the dumps. After some misleading information yesterday afternoon, we were ready to go home and fix it all up and everything was going to be fine... but that was not the case. The persons we were waiting on for help disappeared, and around 1am we decided that we should just put it off until tomorrow. I did let him borrow my external HD, and so at least we'd have that first half of the job done already. He's off today. I'm not.

It's quite something to be working 12 to 14 hours every day in the service business. Aside from making around 200 every two or three days, it is rather... unsettling. After all, it takes quite a constitution to withstand the endless lines of jackass zombies. They moan and groan, and rip you apart, and they never go away -- they're always there. Strange that I can dislike them so much. I mean, hey, I love zombies. Real ones. They're great. Great art, great stories, great shooting practice. And I love... well, some people... but put them together, and it's just... ah... crazy.

You know, I remember being in school. High school was so... difficult; mostly because I was in swimming, school, and of course, work. Everyone can remember that. And if it didn't happen to you, you know someone it happened to. The annoying thing was that your parents were never forgiving about it all. "We work all day," they'd excuse themselves. As if working all day was harder than waking up, having school, sports, work, and then homework...

Well... it's close. But then again. I'd rather work 8 hours a day than 12-14.

26th

Bones sinking like stones,
All that we've fought for;
Homes, places we've grown,
All of us are done for...--Don't Panic, Coldplay

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Christmas was yesterday in the United States (I don't know how it goes for the rest of you Earthians).

• Byrd knife
• Hand held car vacuum
• Digital audio recorder
• Insulated pea cote (very nice -- Merona)
• Maxtor 200Gig external hard drive (bought myself)
• Love Actually (also bought myself, finally... I love that movie)

Humble, but thoroughly enjoyable. Mostly because I am resting, and not working for a day in my life, and that is amazing.

I graduated from junior college earlier this month, and it's strange. I thought things would be different; I thought that I would feel different, but I feel the same way that I felt when it all began. I feel... bound to something I cannot see, and every day I think about it, I have to put it out of my head.

Tonight, this afternoon -- at sunset, I ran out to throw some garbage out, and the air was clean. That is something for this place. There was no dirt, and even though there lingered the smell of firewood burning on some distant hearth, as well as the faint scent of gasoline exhaust from a passing car, the air was soft. Drinkable; like water. I wanted it all. I took in as much as I could of it. I cried in my Spirit -- I'm sure of it. I don't know what else I could call it... I talked with God, Spirit. I told Him how beautiful it was. How I never wanted it to end, as I felt the warmth of the glowing sunset reflecting of the few thin clouds lingering over the horizon -- their wispy, thin bodies glowing like fire.

I said how He was so much more beautiful, and how I could want it forever, if my heart could only learn to love it truly. And I sighed and went inside. The horrible dilemma of human flesh, tainted by the sin of the first Adam, and, though freed by the Second Adam, left to its own diabolical devices and destructive dichotomies.

Full Circle

At long long last receive your due long overdue, Elphaba
The most celebrated
Are the rehabilitated. -- Wonderful, Wicked OBST

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I got a job at Carino's again. Welcome home, that's what I say. I don't much like the thought of being at a work all day long every day throughout the hols, but there isn't much I can do about it. It's grown-up life for me.

Yes, I've graduated. Well, it is nothing, really, after all; Associate of Arts really only fancies up the thought of general degree, but it is a degree, and I am done with the first half of my school. A thought that just came to mind:
Jon refused to believe that I was going to Grad School after this. No matter what I told him, he wouldn't accept that as truth, and he had to go and ask someone else if that were possible. Jon, you dork. Of course it is, I wouldn't lie about something like that... in fact, I don't think I've lied about anyting in a while.

Which brings me to my next topic. I... well, nevermind; it's all said and done, anyway.

Miou leaves on Sunday from here, actually, to go visit Onii in the Land of the Sun. It'll be nice for them, I think; especially for Miou who needs to get away. Onii is my brother.

To-Do List for the Hols

• Kati's Art
• Tucker's scarf
• Save money :(
• Washington's blanket
• Dad's scarf
• Comic
• Book

Connect

I wonder why I'm so caught off guard when we kiss?
I'd rather live my life in regret than do this...
What happened to that Love we both knew -- we both chased? -- Disintegration, Jimmy Eat World

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I met a guy from Washington state through my friend from Washington state, whom I met through my friend from Louisianna. Where I met the latter I cannot recall, but it isn't of much importance at the moment.

My brother, Mio, Forrest, and this new guy all play WoW together. It's funny, isn't it? Video games -- and we're all so old already. Almost pitiful, if it weren't for the lives we were leading in our own separate ways. I know that mine is full of stress and other factors, that when I come home to log on to this game, I feel relief. Escapism is the Ecstasy of the new century.

I want to make a small anime from that song. Or at least an opening scene. I just thought I would comment about it... Anyway, I have to study and work, so I'm going to jump in the shower now.