Here we are
Well, it is time for me to lighten up. Some may say the situation is too dire to be light, but I am in the situation, and it has wore me out, so last night I decided it was time to laugh a little bit.
I have no money, no mode of transportation, and I feel like I am neutered. I am pretty much stuck at my house. I am going to try to hitch a ride with my mom to the shelter at my church to help out, whenever she comes home and leaves again.
I know some jerk reading this is thinking, "What a loser. Just catch a ride with a friend."
Well, jerk, this shelter is close to 40-miles from my house, and I have no friends here in Pointe Coupee, and few in EBR parish, right now. Remember, I am in what is called a post-college transition phase. I am still waiting to be called back about various jobs I have applied for, but with the storm and all, everything is crazy. I'm not trying to seem shallow. I know that many have lost homes, jobs, or their very lives, but you have to understand, I have a roof over my head and food provided by my parents, my pre-transition possessions, and that is about it. I am trying to rectify the situation, but I now have sympathy for anyone who has ever told me they were in a transition period, and I thought, "Whatever, loser."
So, I feel neutered at the moment, but I have ceased watching coverage of events on my TV 24-7 because they are driving me nuts. Tonight, I am going to watch the Sci-Fi channel for four hours straight, and then go to bed. My mom is, I think, with my grandmother in the hospital, as grandma's body thought, "hmmm...what would be a better time for you to need sudden surgery? I know-NOW!!!" So anyway, I have passed the guilt stage of making light of my situation, because human beings need humor to survive, and humor has always been my defense mechanism anyway.
I know I whined about my church Wednesday, but truth is, they are really stepping up to the plate here, which rocks. I am hoping to be able to help out as much as possible, and also I am hoping my interviews are soon rescheduled, so I can get a job, so I can make money, so I can get off of my sweet, sweet can....
Good news, my mom just called me in the middle of this post. My grandmother did fine, and she is going into recovery, right now. This is a burden off my shoulders-she is my last grandparent, and has been for the last ten years. My mom is coming home tonight, and I think we are going to go help out at the shelter, tomorrow, after we visit my grandmother, most probably. I'm not sure what tomorrow will bring, but I guess I am ready to face it. And I will face it with this strange new haircut:
That's right, bitches! That puppy in the background symbolizes gang warfare! You best back off! Break yo self, fool!
I have no money, no mode of transportation, and I feel like I am neutered. I am pretty much stuck at my house. I am going to try to hitch a ride with my mom to the shelter at my church to help out, whenever she comes home and leaves again.
I know some jerk reading this is thinking, "What a loser. Just catch a ride with a friend."
Well, jerk, this shelter is close to 40-miles from my house, and I have no friends here in Pointe Coupee, and few in EBR parish, right now. Remember, I am in what is called a post-college transition phase. I am still waiting to be called back about various jobs I have applied for, but with the storm and all, everything is crazy. I'm not trying to seem shallow. I know that many have lost homes, jobs, or their very lives, but you have to understand, I have a roof over my head and food provided by my parents, my pre-transition possessions, and that is about it. I am trying to rectify the situation, but I now have sympathy for anyone who has ever told me they were in a transition period, and I thought, "Whatever, loser."
So, I feel neutered at the moment, but I have ceased watching coverage of events on my TV 24-7 because they are driving me nuts. Tonight, I am going to watch the Sci-Fi channel for four hours straight, and then go to bed. My mom is, I think, with my grandmother in the hospital, as grandma's body thought, "hmmm...what would be a better time for you to need sudden surgery? I know-NOW!!!" So anyway, I have passed the guilt stage of making light of my situation, because human beings need humor to survive, and humor has always been my defense mechanism anyway.
I know I whined about my church Wednesday, but truth is, they are really stepping up to the plate here, which rocks. I am hoping to be able to help out as much as possible, and also I am hoping my interviews are soon rescheduled, so I can get a job, so I can make money, so I can get off of my sweet, sweet can....
Good news, my mom just called me in the middle of this post. My grandmother did fine, and she is going into recovery, right now. This is a burden off my shoulders-she is my last grandparent, and has been for the last ten years. My mom is coming home tonight, and I think we are going to go help out at the shelter, tomorrow, after we visit my grandmother, most probably. I'm not sure what tomorrow will bring, but I guess I am ready to face it. And I will face it with this strange new haircut:
That's right, bitches! That puppy in the background symbolizes gang warfare! You best back off! Break yo self, fool!
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J: The word verification is there to stop those spamming bastards who hit that post a few posts down. The spammers generally use automated systems to do that, and only a real person can read the verification word. I got tired of having to delete all of their stupid spamming comments.
Oh yeah, I am close to finishing the writing on this set of songs I have been working on, but my guitar connection is busted, and I can't hook up to my amp. I need a soldering gun. And money. And cookies.
I moved to the USA from Britain, and right now I know next to no one (exclusing my wife's family), but have no car and no work permit.
basically I have to completely start over. Got to re-take my drivers test, and I can't get so much a library card without a work permit...which is still being processed after a year and a half.
Yup, I know the neutered thing well.
However, we went to College Dr. Wal-mart today, and it was sad. I wish things would somehow get better. le sigh.
I think in the next week or so, things will get more settled and they can call you back about the job interview. There is no doubt in my mind you'll skunk the hatas.
However, we went to College Dr. Wal-mart today, and it was sad. I wish things would somehow get better. le sigh.
I think in the next week or so, things will get more settled and they can call you back about the job interview. There is no doubt in my mind you'll skunk the hatas.
Matthew 7:1
It's one of my favorites.
You know, I am really offended by this. You don't have to get all pissy about someone you don't even know. You don't know anything I have gone through in the past couple of months, so yeah, I DO WISH THINGS WOULD GET BETTER.
Thanks for ruining my day.
~Mone'