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Firstly, summer can kiss my ass. Or rather, more accurately, this 100+ degree heat wave we're having can go away now. I feel like shit, and I know it's because I'm miserable. I hate heat. And I hate humidity more. And currently, it's 90 degrees with an 83% humidity level. Not fucking cool.
I've not been gone, I've just been without internet. In the worst way imaginable. I can catch a signal for about 1 minute at a time about 6 times a day. Which isn't even enough time to log into anything, let alone post, check email, or do anything. I am displeased.
The gay games are out of town. Don't get me wrong, it was cool, and I made a lot of money, and it was all really neat. But thank god. I couldn't handle one more tourist or one more person asking me "So, mate, what's a cool bar to go to?" Just, no.
Work...hmph. Interesting. Not good; not bad. Just...work. Speaking of, I have to be at work tomorrow at 6. I should get off sometime around 3am, then I have to shower, change, load up my car and head home. My graduation part/sister's birthday/mom's birthday party is Saturday at 2pm. So I'm driving home right after work Saturday morning. Fair warning to those attending: I may not be the most cheerful graduate ever. And I have decided to made a sign to post that reads: "Yes, it's over. Yes, I'm finished. It's great. No, I don't know what I want to do. No, I do not have a job yet. No, I do not know if or when I'm going to start graduate school. Now leave your gifts on the table and get bent. Thanks." Only, you know, I probably won't actually post it. But I'll want to. And I'll be thinking it in my head.
Also, went on a horrid date last week. I'm going to write it up so I can put it in my memoirs. Believe me, I'll be posting it under my Queer as a Football Bat tag.
On a more positive note, I had my first gay haircut (read: spent more than $20) this past week. And I like it. It's not all that different, actually, because I keep my hair pretty short. But she added in some texture and cuts so that when it grows, I can style it the way I want to. Also, I may have a date with another guy next week, which would be nice. His name's Nick. I've never dated a Nick. Could be interesting.
Now I have to finish cleaning my apartment because I'll have no time tomorrow.
I've not been gone, I've just been without internet. In the worst way imaginable. I can catch a signal for about 1 minute at a time about 6 times a day. Which isn't even enough time to log into anything, let alone post, check email, or do anything. I am displeased.
The gay games are out of town. Don't get me wrong, it was cool, and I made a lot of money, and it was all really neat. But thank god. I couldn't handle one more tourist or one more person asking me "So, mate, what's a cool bar to go to?" Just, no.
Work...hmph. Interesting. Not good; not bad. Just...work. Speaking of, I have to be at work tomorrow at 6. I should get off sometime around 3am, then I have to shower, change, load up my car and head home. My graduation part/sister's birthday/mom's birthday party is Saturday at 2pm. So I'm driving home right after work Saturday morning. Fair warning to those attending: I may not be the most cheerful graduate ever. And I have decided to made a sign to post that reads: "Yes, it's over. Yes, I'm finished. It's great. No, I don't know what I want to do. No, I do not have a job yet. No, I do not know if or when I'm going to start graduate school. Now leave your gifts on the table and get bent. Thanks." Only, you know, I probably won't actually post it. But I'll want to. And I'll be thinking it in my head.
Also, went on a horrid date last week. I'm going to write it up so I can put it in my memoirs. Believe me, I'll be posting it under my Queer as a Football Bat tag.
On a more positive note, I had my first gay haircut (read: spent more than $20) this past week. And I like it. It's not all that different, actually, because I keep my hair pretty short. But she added in some texture and cuts so that when it grows, I can style it the way I want to. Also, I may have a date with another guy next week, which would be nice. His name's Nick. I've never dated a Nick. Could be interesting.
Now I have to finish cleaning my apartment because I'll have no time tomorrow.
