Lately I've been on my back

I'm starting to understand why no one reads this. I don't even want to read it. This blaug has lost its way. And now it's time to find the road back home. I keep talking about me. That's not cool.

It's been surreal going from job and school down to nothing really. I'm a plague on my own bank account. I've consistently held at least one job for seven and a half years. Well, minus the occasional spring break trips and the new york new years trip. I can remember life without a job. But I was always hanging out with friends and even then I still had school. High school doesn't count that much. The amount of trying in high school doesn't even register on the low side of that of college. To use a simile, it would be like being shown to throw a left jab and then putting you in the ring with a professional boxer. Toast. You adapt or you get the fuck knocked out of you.

So school is over. The job I've had for about four years has ended. I've moved to a new place in the same town. Life goes on. And you quickly learn to fill the day with things including a full nights sleep. I'm becoming productive. I have a list of things on my computer that I keep hacking away at. But life is a tightrope until I can get a job. I really have no room to misstep.

But I can feel the putrid connotation of school starting to bleed out of me. It feels good. I know I'll try to go back to attempt an MFA. But until then I have a lot of learning to do. And right now plenty of time to do it. I just have to keep expenses penned down until I can land some sort of financial pillow.

So this is me being real. And hopefully I'll have something funny to say next time.

horrorscope (oh I didn't forget about you),

Get outside. It's fantastic out there after too many days to remember of rain and gloom and cold. Do everything you can now, because soon the clouds will be rolling in. Your life will once again be hampered in with the walls seemingly crushing everything down on you. That tiny cubicle that you were so happy about is growing legs and stretching forth to the sky. You've sought your own cage, America.

Sometimes I wonder just how far this country will go.

And then it goes farther.

Taking the paint off,
LQ

Now I'm back

Yes. The triumphant return. The return that no one will know because no one will read this. So I've just graduated. And life looms ahead of me. Class free, for a while. I want to take me BA of creative writing up and down the roads and tell people that if I could do it, so can they. But they all can't do it. If they could college would be mandatory. And if they did it would make my degree worth less. So while I'm not as stressed (if you could tell) or pissed, I'm still looking out for number one. So I'll tell everyone how hard it is and how much they probably shouldn't even try.

Some things just never change. Now that I don't have classes and don't have a job (don't make that face at me. I'm actively searching for one unlike the search for osama bin laden) I should have a lot of free time. But instead I fill it with things that aren't that important. But being bored might just be the death of me. It's a cyclic spiral down. And I'm wearing pants right now. In summer. Hold one. There. One problem fixed. Put on shorts. Now let no one say that I don't actively fix problems in my life.

Wouldn't it be cool to see mountains?

I'm going to start reducing how many times I do the horrorscope. simply because I may use up all the good ideas if no one reads this. That would be tragic. Preach. That one's for you KV. Right. I need to do something else.

To all you homeslices out there. Keep on trucking'.

Working it (trying to sell myself),
LQ