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Saturday, October 3rd, 2009
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for some reason, on the way to movies tonight, it didn't occur to either of us to stop at a store to buy snacks. no big deal, we both had money. so we blew a heap of cash at the snack counter for popcorn and drinks. after expressing my outrage at AMC bulrington's prices, heather explained that it was actually WORSE at showcase. it seems that paying 5 bucks for a soda makes everyone completely forget about the fact that the snacks and drinks at convenient stores are very well overpriced as well. sorta makes you wonder where all this money is going. showcase in woburn was built for dirt cheap on essentially abandoned land. how cheap was it? cheap enough that they could make a big enough parking lot that, when the theater is filled to capacity, is maybe half full. ealier this year i was visiting my cousin is pasadena CA. since it rained all week and the beach was out of the question, we decided one night to see a movie. 4 bucks to see a movie. and that's not even a matinee. and the theater was this very nice place on pasadena's main road. snacks werent that bad of a price either. now regular employees at showcase make minimum wage. so how much does management make? well a good friend of mine from kraft actually used to run showcase. THE manager. in charge of the whole place. second only to corporate. why did he leave such a glamourous job you ask? because he makes more money doing the very same job as me. for doing a lot less work of course.
"well Dan, that's just america. everybody's hungry and greedy. that's just the way it's always been" well. that's not the case at all.
let's take, for example, my 1st job. i was 16 and had just become "mobile" having gotten my license. i must have looked into over a dozen places to work but target caught my eye with the sign on the application kiosk saying they offered comptetative wages and benefets even for part time employees. i started in 01 making $8.50 an hour. now these days, you'd say "8.50...big deal" but at the time, that was about 2 buck an hour above minimum wage. they also gave you 50 cents to a dollar raise after just 90 days. and up to 50 cents a every year after that, based on performance. by the next year, i was one of the only 17 year olds in town making over 10 an hour. see, at that time, target's CEO was a "working man" who started as a cart attendant just like me when he was 16 and rose through the ranks in about 30 years time. of course, corporate shareholders HATE people like him. in under a decade, i watched the, not just my store, but the entire company completely transform. out store newsletter explained to us that a new CEO had taken over and her plan was to make target a mutli-billion dollar company. staff went down...WAY down. to the point where it was a real challenge just to run the store smoothly. prices went up. part time benefits were cut. starting pay became minimum wage, reguardless of experience. the anual raise was cut to a maximum of 25 cents, and the 90 raise was done away with all together. also, management began to be hired, not at all based on experience, but on a college degree. and that's when things really started going downhill. we would get new managers in with peices of paper from good schools who had never worked retail a day in their life, trying to run the place. i remember a few particular people who were just plain ditsy. has NO idea what they were doing. but in targewt's eyes, they were a lot more qualified than people who had decades of expereince as assistant managers, and did a damn good job at it too. after i left, i'vew heard, it got even worse. this passed year, they decided to do away with the managements' annual bonus. the thousands of dollars that made them pull 7 day weeks, and stay hours after the store had closed, just to keep their department running smoothly.
now, Kraft...pretty much the same deal. i remember when my father started working there in 1992, it was the plant's 75th birthday. they shit down production for a day and had a big party right in the upper parking lot for all the employees and their families. free food, games for kids. a bunch of great bands. all free. this, i imagine, is the time people talk about when they so often say "this used to be a great place to work". even in the short 2 years that i've been there i've seen terrible effects. when i started we had the single best health insurance in the country. 100 percent, complete coverage, for pretty much anything. just pay the $20 a month or whatever, and a $5 co-pay for medications. my brother broke his phemor a few years back. had surgery, months of physical therapy, even an in-home nurse and an adjustable bed for the living room, until he could walk up stairs again. the cost? ZERO. $5 co-pay for pain pills...that's it. the inruance we have now is good. better than a lot of places i hear. but still doesn't compare to before. they've also begun combining jobs. in fact, my job (a mixer) is one of the only jobs not affected. now when you're done with your job. start another one. just keep everyone completely engulfed in work for the full 8 hours...that's their idea now. why all the changes? like i said. same as target. new CEO. no objectives. it's happening everywhere and it makes me sick.
as my father grows closer and closer to retirement (the house is done, now he just needs to wait till my sister finishes college) we talk more and more about his mexico days. before he moved here in 1980, he ran a buisness with his brother making leather...pretty much like everyone else in leon. "my brother was a genious" he said "he could make anything, all by hand. we could have made BIG money. the reason they didn't was simple...they didn't want to. sound crazy? of course it does. but in the humble town of mexico, especially back in his day, that was just the way people were. the bills are paid, there's clothes on our back and food on our table, then we're just fine. that's the way i wanna live. too bad i won't fit in. it's hard to pimpoint when everyone's obsesion with money started, or even where it came from. but one thing's for sure. it's all around us. and it's sure to be the death of society
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Thursday, October 1st, 2009
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this is it. it doesn't get any more "adult" than 25. it's a terrible thing. let me tell you. i've never been the type to miss my past. but the topic of my "college days" has come up a lot lately. i still consider myself pretty care-free. but man, back then i was just plain reckless. i couldn't tell you how many times i left school early, or just didn't show up at all, for a little mid-week partying. or added a little kick to my free soda at work....horrible. i was telling my friend louie at work how a typical day for 21 year old dan was get up about 2 hours after class started. stay until lunch. then hit a bar. from there it was usually off to daves pool, hot tub, or basement, depending on the weather and our moods. then off to work, which wasn't all the bad until i lost my license. after which i would more often than not spent my entire shift "boozing it up". i've decided that, looking back, if i were to meet someone today who acted the same as i did when i was 21, i'd say to myself "damn...this guy has a problem. he'd better get himself to AA or prison or something to straighten himself out. i'm not sure what exactly it was that did it for me. maybe it wass claire. maybe the "real job" maybe just plain growing up. at any rate. i've come a long way. the other night at work, my buddy stayed overtime for the 1st time in months. and it also happened to be a night where our supervisor was out, unreplaced. all we did was take a little extra break and smoke cigars outside. but i was telling him how 4 years ago. this cigar would be a joint and this pepsi would be half bacardi. he agreed. how far we've come.
speaking of being old. the Bday's just 3 weeks away and my plan to go to vegas has failed. i need to find some friends with money...or maybe just friends in general. people to do the wild expensive things with. i suppose it's for the best though since paying for all the work to my car, plus the multi-thousand dollar retainer for the lawyer to help me get my license back, hasn't left all that much money in the old "fun fund". so instead i'm just gonna have a weekend long party in boston. eveyone's invited. so drop me a line if you'd like to join.
not much of a jorunal entry. i only really made it to make a certain few people happy. people that have been bugging me to post something....look my life is extremely uninteresting these days. if anything cool happen, you'll hear about it. promise
oh, i suppose i should write about quira. the girl who, for the passed few years or so, we've known as one of my closest friends. well, that came to a halt back in july. and it's left me feeling lost. it's not so much losing her that's tough...it wouldn't have ended if i didn't want it to. but i feel like now, i really don't have any CLOSE friends. regan, in a matter of months, has completely transformed his life. since july, he's gotten himself a SWEET government job as a state OT. moved into his 1st place, and of all places BEACON HILL. and gotten himself a girlfriend who lives in the same building as him. he'll still come around once in awhile but for the most part he's gone. Katlyn and i made amends awhile back. so now we're friends and evretyhing's great again. but it'll never be the way it used to be. sheila avoids me most of the time, cause she doesn't wanna walk :-P. my longtime partner in crime davey is pretty much shut out from the world, as his girlfriend coompletely controls his life. Jess C and i (nobody knows this) have actually recently "made nice" but i wouldn't dare be friends with her again. i still have plenty of friends but it seems the real close friendships are gone. i'm gonna have to pull an "i love you man" and start setting up man-dates.
this post dedicated to heather and "barbie" hope u enjoy
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right from the get-go we talked.. and talked and talked. i was dressed in nice clothes with a fresh haircut for the grad party, and had just finished a "nip" of bacardi. enough noty to get my drunk, but to make me pleasant, buzzed, "charming" Dan. tall, thin, some freckles, and once again, red hair...i don't know what it is with me and red-heads, a dancer, something very physically evident. sweet and friendly from the very begining. i'm almost positive she heard me exclaim "she's beautiful!" to quira, at least once from the other room. just standard conversation at 1st. "where are you from, what do you do" blah blah blah, somehow it came up that she studied abroad in mexico for a couple of months. it was all over from there. we shared a ride to the club and spent the entire time there talking. she explained to me her love for mexico and general spanish culture. this lead to talk of my trip to spain and both of our trips to italy. i offered to buy her a drink but she, instead of hanging out by the bar by ourselves all night, wanted to dance with me. now can you imagine? ME dancing? i kid you not it was VERY close to happening. i took her by the hand, walked her to the dancefloor, and somewhere in the process caught a glance at the time. OH NO! I had to catch the midnight train to winchester. upon saying goodbye the obviousl idea took over my mind "do it. kiss her" i stopped myself and settled for a hug. i'd been drinking...the 1st kis NEEDS to be sober. i think i did the right thing by doing that. what WASN'T the right thing, however was failing to ask for her number, which, for some reason i didn't think of until about halfway to north station. upon catching up with "the gang" that i had neglected since we'd gotten to the club, and telling them i had to leave, chris expressed his dissapointment as the girl and i "seemed to really be hitting it off" "i know" i said "believe me, nobody's more dissapointed about this than me, i'm ready to say forget the train and just WALK home later on". we have mutual friends, but without her number, there's no guarentee i'll see her again. but the moral of this little story is that last friday night was not only the best night i've had in quite sometime, but a wonderful reminder of how even after all of this time and doubt (i've been single for what? 2 years?) that even a weirdo like me can connect with someone.
see, for so long my problem was self depreciation. "what girl would want me" but now, it seems, it's almost the opposite. i'm smart, nice, alright looking and decently succesful. i have a good amount of confidence in myself, so all i need is a girl i actually LIKE. picky isn't the word. i'm a perfectionist. i'm the guy spending thousands of dollars "RE-restoring" my car because i don't think the previous owner did a good enough job. people were shocked when i bought it and my reply to "nice car" was "it's not nice...it SUCKS wait till i'm done with it, next summer, you'll see a REAL nice car". with almost every girl i meet, i instantly notice flaws. i think it's a habit i picked up back when i hated myself, like, so i could just say to myself "pff, i know she'd never go out with me, but i don't want her anyway" the question comes up once in awhile that "if i have so many female friends, how come i don't date any of them" well, i could probably give u a detailed list of things for each and every one of them. doesn't make them bad people. i love my friends and wouldn't trade them for anything...just wouldn't date them. let me give you an example using girls i met in italy. the "regulars" at the club we went to that ended up being our drinking buddies for the week. the ( ) indicate the initial thoughts going through my head upon meeting them
hi i'm girl#1 (look what you're wearing, you don't carewhat you leave with, long as it fits inside you huh"
girl#2 (just the way you say hello lets people know how stuck up you are. have fun being the coolest girl in the place...all by yourself
girl#3 (what are you 12? how the hell'd you get in here?)
girl#4 (i smell cigarette smoke "hey how do u like my perfume, it's called "i havent got a prayer")
girl#5 (BLONDE.....keep walkin.)
girl#6 (look how drunk you are. i'll let someone else have the pleasure of carrying you home)
girl#7 (oh a nursing major huh? hey, what do you call a nurse without a drug/alcohol problem, and/or a boatload of issues....A DOCTOR!)
hehe. this is fun. anyway, see what i mean? Instantly...INSTANTLY! i can't turn thius thing off. but friday night reminded me that there ARE girls out there, very few and far between, sure, that will not only pass Dan's oh-so-hard initial test, but also be able to make a connection with me capable of me using that oh so rare, dirty 4-letter word
LIKE
....amazing!
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Saturday, April 11th, 2009
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i walked back to my grandparent's condo ready for a nice shower after a nice long relaxing day at the beach. the weather was perfect. mid 80s, not a cloud to be seen. the water was warm. the sun was nice, but not too overpowering. i looked at myself in the mirror. my body was tan. maybe a little bit burned, but nothing to uncomfortable. i looked at my face. for the 1st time in a good 10 years, COMPLETELY free of acne. then down to my body, no longer the frail, "please don't break me" stature i've been used to for so long. "oh my...is that...MUSCLE!?" finally i had reached the weight target i set for myself about 5 years ago. 175. i had done it once last year, but this time there wasn't the unfortunate side affect of a pot belly. the countless miles i travel on the bike in the comming months will only improve it. it was my last day at cocoa beach. but i was ready to go home. right before i left, i had taken the corvette home from storage. the parts i'd ordered has come in from autozone. and it was finally time to start "stage two" of my musclecar investment. headers, engine work. then a full paint job. i thought about just what i was going home to. work is slow, as is the rest of country. but we've been promised no lay-offs. so the only thing work being slow means is, less work. but still enough to keep me fit from lifting all night.
so just how much has life improved? you know me readers (all one or two of you) i'm consantly looking back and comparing. i'm in the best shape of my life. which i know i've said before, but it just keeps getting better. in a few short weeks all the work will be done and my dream car, that i've dreamed of for quite literally as long as i can remember, will be a 100 percent reality. the day i finally get a licence again is getting ever so close. in the past 3 months i've been on THREE vacations. and they're not over yet. my entire summer vacation (3 weeks paid...and possibly one more un-paid) is pretty much planned. i'm FINALLY going to spend a week at newfound lake again. which is, as far as i'm concerned, the most beautiful place EVER. a week in hampton. and then a week in mexico. to finally see the house, nearly 20 years in the making, which is finally complete. my father's castle. my CRX needs a little bit of love. but nothing a day or two in the dirveway with a cooler full of pepsi, some good music on the radio, and a couple of my car buddies won't handle. my social life is free of petty drama, which is probably also a 10 year 1st. i keep in touch with a lot less people than before. but i definately have enough friends for good times. i've finally started building credit and when summer's over, i start saving the majority of my money, and in about 2 years, i'll have my very own house. a solid 20 percent downpayment seems a more than feasable reality. espeacially since, well there's really nothing left to spend money on. next month. next month, i will be an uncle to a healty baby boy. we were all a bit worried about how pregnancy would treat my sister, due to her rhuemitoid arthritus. (pretty sure i spelled that wrong) not long ago, i fixed things with my old best friend katlyn, a burden that had laid on my shoulders for nearly 2 years. life is going great. simply wonderful.
so here's the question. what do you do, when you have everything in the world....except what you really need?
no, i'm not talking about a license, though i could really use one of those. but i feel that now, possibly more than ever, i'm lonely. and with all these great things happening, the (sexy?) body, the friends, the car, the vacations, the nights out, the promising future, all the fun. THIS is what consumes my mind. every night, (well, morning) i go to bed alone. and i'd trade it all just to come home and be greeted with a kiss and a warm embrace. instead of an on demand movie, and a meal for one. to fall asleep cuddling with a person instead of a pillow. how perfect all the things would feel if i only had someone to share it with.
and so i think back, again. to summer 07. i had none of these wonderful, glamorous things mentioned. a naive, skronny, ugly as sin cart boy at target. the job itself i didn't mind so much as the fact that i was doing it at 22, when everyone else my age had either just graduated college, found a career, or both. some were alreayd starting families. my cousin, for example, my age, married in 2003 and had just become a father to his 2nd child (he has 3 now) i was going nowhere in life. i had a few hundred bucks in my bank account. and was horribly depressed over the recent revoking of my license. so it may suprise you to hear that, THAT was when i REALLY had everything. i'd go to work at this sucky job. and when i got out, i'd get on my bike, and ride about 5 miles, often in the rain. and into her arms. we'd stand on her porch and hug and kiss as if we hadn't seen each other in months. we'd take long romantic walks, holding hands. stopping quite frequently just to gaze in each other's eyes. spending an evening cuddling and kissing, and falling asleep in each other's arms gave me a feeling that nothing else in my life even compares to. it's mind boggling to think that nearly 2 years later, while i'm basically living "the dream" that my head is completely filled with memories of those nights where, most of the time out of shear boredome, we'd just curl up and watch a movie.
were things perfect? by no means, or it wouldn't have ended...but that's the other thing that definately doesn't help. the fact that all of of are problems would now be pretyt much obsolete. those nights i blew her off to hang out with friends that don't come around anymore. when i decided to just stay home, because i didn't have money to go out, or because going out would be too difficult because neither of us could drive.and the fact that i was a pretty crappy boyfriend, because i had not yet leanred all the lessons that are now etched in my mind. and of course, we can't forget how upset it made her (and who could blame her) at the fact that i still talked to my ex. someone who, well, let's just we don't have to worry about my talking to her anytime soon. so yea. let's talk about her for a minute. my 1st ex. no this isn't about to turn into one of those jess-bashing post i have been so famous for. i'm simply thinking about how easy it was. the fact that she's just a total...(no...stop)...the fact that we just plain didn't get along, and completely cut ties, made things so easy. i didn't realize it at the time of course. but i think it's a safe bet to say that if jess had been a mutual break-up like claire and i, and we still liked each other and remained friends, that she probably would have been a bit harder to get over than she was. when we finally cut ties, over a year ago, we both left thinking the same thing "good fucking riddence" and easily moved on with our lives, not for a second looking back. (well, i know I did anyway)
i also think about if i could even be in a relationship now. if i could leave agirlfriendfor more than a week to go to mexico in the summer...doing it before was so hard, i don't know if i could do it again. if i could get involed with someone who lived more than a couple of miles from my house, when it could still be a pretty long time before i get a license again. or would i constantly compare my next relationship to my last one. i did it last time, but everything was better, so it wasn't a problem. and with me working those crazy overnight hours, would we even be able to find enough time to spend with one another?
what do i do about this?
well, for now, does anyone just wanna makeout?
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So Doherty and i are at Sals Pizza enjoying some 10 dollar 3 LB pizza last night and doing what we always do. talking about cars. on the subject of Carboraters on mid 70s corvettes, i expalined that there were only 2 availible engines in 76 (my year) the L48 (mine, the origional chevy 350) and the L82. but there were numerous different carboraters you could get. 2 rochesters, 3 holleys and 1 edelbrock. i said to him "mine has a rochester, but i'm thinking of switching it out for a holley. i really like holley" just then the girl cleaning the tables near us looks up for a sec, seemingly interested in the conversation, then quickly gets back to work. awhile later the phone behind the counter rings, and the guy in the kitchen says "i got it holley" so the girl's name was actually holley! i found this pretty amazing because i've met like 2 or 3 holleys my whole life. one of them was my 7th grade science teacher, Holley Cerulo (spelled without an E actually, i think.) and the other was this girl from my target days who worked at photo in like 04. and that's it i think. i see it as a reletively rare name. so the fact that i'd run into one on the rare event that i happened to be talking about carbertators is quite an event to me. maybe it's a sign i'm supposed to be with her or something. haha working at a pizza place, especially a sals DOES get you serious points in my book
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Thursday, December 4th, 2008
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who this "rabid_mexican" dude and why is his LJ suddenly back from the dead?
i'll get to your questions later
last friday night was my 5 year high school reunion. i don't think any more than half of my graduating class attended. and i really don't know why. what would a reason be for not going? lack of success? not having a lot of friends in your graduating class? friday night i found both of the above to absolutely meaningless. everyone asks "so what are you doing these days" or something to that extent. but no one really cares. i talked to a kid (i shouldn't say kid...23/24 years old...not really a kid anymore) one GUY who's an executive at some big bank in boston, another who moved away after high school, and moved back to woburn a few months ago. and now, doesn't even have a job. and i for one look at them both the exact same way "hey man, good for you! nice to see you" the truth is, i don't think i could even name you a dozen people that i graduated with that i have kept even a little contact with. the majority of my friends in high school were either from work, or in different grades. and i think most of the people i graduated with are on the same boat.
of course you wouldn't know that by walking in there. my night was filled with high fives, hugs, kisses, BOB NORTON shots (yep that's right, BOB NORTON shots) and grind dancing. i'm not even sure how many bob norton shots i did, i lost count at 4, but i didn't pay for a single one..and no it wasn't open bar, what a bummer huh. the theme for me was, me and a bunch of people who i barely knew then, and know even less now, being the best of friends for one evening. quira, by the way, was a total sweetheart of a date, everyone i saw she said "hi! i'm quira! what's your name" a little something she planned ahead of time after i told her there were a lot of people i wouldn't recognise....a LOT of people
but this entry isn't about the reunion itself. it's abuot 5 years... FIVE YEARS MAN! where does the time go? and i say that, half meaning it and half not. it's been such a long time, and such a short time. all at once. there are aspects of 5 years ago that i remember like yesterday. katie, for instance. i havent seen in YEARS. but we pretty much picked up where we left off "how's mom, how's your brother. we're getting closer and closer to our wedding when we're 30" all that fun stuff. old friends like my darling are just as familiar as every day life. meanwhile, in comes the girl that sat next to me in homeroom for 4 years and i don't even recognise her...at all. strange huh?
i have since been trying to look back at who i was 5 years ago. awhile back i came up with a question. a simple thing to ask myself from time to time
flash back to the past. it can be 15 years or 15 days, doesn't really matter. look through the eyes of your past, to who you are now. what do you think?
it's something i do CONSTANTLY and it's funny because i remember being a child, being 14, and trying to look ahead to 24. wondering where i'd be. what i'd be doing, if i'd be happy. how much i'd change. i've gotta tell ya, my vision of myself compared to who i am now, i wasn't far off
but forget 14. we're talking about 18-19 5 years. well i still eat pizza like it's my job. still spend hours on my bike. i still have a CRX (though in 05 i got a different one) that i'm madly in love with. i still laugh ALL THE TIME. and i'm still ugly as sin (though not to the extent that i was)
so what's changed then? only my entire outlook! at age 19 i was the very definition of struggling college student. i'd get no sleep because i'd be doing homework all night. i'd go to class from 7-3 and have just enough time to go home and change before working 4-11....EVERY DAY. my ar would sit in the driveway for weeks because i couldn't afford gas. i'd eat one, maybe 2 meals a day, because that was what i could afford. i fought through it for 2 years, miserable all the way, knowing i was working towards a better life. i learned the hard way, however. that life does not get better after college. for me it got much worse. i was looking at dealerships at potential jobs when i lost my license in august. for 4 whole years. given the situation, i gave up on my career as a tech, and accepted the fact that my thousands of dollars and 2 years of working my butt off, had been all but wasted. hopped on my bike and dragged ass to work at target every day. for a long time i BEGGED to go back to being the miserable struggling college student i was before.
it was during this time that i developed my "i don't care about anything" attitude. now an attitude like that, combined with being depressed and having nothing to lose, you'd think would amount to real trouble. it actually did just the opposite. a carelessly drained my savings, all but about a grand, which i used as spending money. and boughty myself a 1st class ticket to cancun. for a week i lived like a king. i came home with a smile of my face, but the very same attitude. they say your attitude really defines who you are as a person. i think they're right. i got this great idea. fake cofidence. see, the idea behind it was, if you're going into a situation and you're almopst sure you're going to fail. then why even be nervous. why not enjoy it. within 4 months, as a result of my ingenious little theory, i had finally escaped the 2 things i'd been longing for so long to escape. being single, and being at target. i had myself a sweet new job.some money, a sweet little girl by my side. and i was going to celebrate it all with my new love. TRAVELING
i went to mexico for a whole month. this month, though i didn't know it, would help lead to the demise of claire and i's relationship. during that month i learned what it was to be happy, all by myself. i also realized that, somewhere down the line. my little idea of fake confidence had made the transition to REAL confidence.
last november, just over a year ago. was the breakup. it was tough. it definately got me down. but it made me focus even more on what i'd, at age 22, only just started to do. LIVING
i traveled once again 1st class to mexico. then to florida. then to spain. when i came home from spain i did the ultimate. i finally bought my corvette. now i don't think people realize just what this corvette means to me. i love my other car, LOVE IT. but this isn't just a nice car i bought. it's not just the muscle car i was set on buying for a couple of years before. this is the one. literally, for as long as i can remember, i've wanted a stingray. i can honsetly say there isn't any time in my life that i can recall, where i didn't have the ultimate dream of owning a stingray. but did i use it at allover the summer? barely. i was too busy getting in the best physical shape of my life. biking well over 100 miles a week. some days leaving at about 9 in the morning and getting home at about 11 that night.
in july i went to a party and fullfilled another lifelong dream, one that i never though i'd achieve. i hooked up with an amazing girl who i'd just that night met. something that 5 years ago, i wouldn't have even dared try. the next morning i kissed her goodbye, went out on the back porch, lit myself a cigar and said "man...if Dan from 5 years ago could see me now. i am so in love with where i am and who i've become"
...so yea, that pretty much sums up what i've done in the last 5 years.
...5 years...
what about you?
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Sunday, September 28th, 2008
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Hello. my name is stingray charles. i am 32 years old. i am yellow with T tops and the origional chevy 350. i found a great home in july but sadly there is no garage. i've been garaged my entire life and i will die out in the cold this winter. if you or someone you know has a garage i can stay in for the winter months.
please help dan and i out
thank you, we look forward to hearing form you
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Saturday, June 21st, 2008
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Four jobs I have had in my life:
1. Target "senior lot operattions specialist"
2. lowes "special order sales coordinator"
3. Kraft Foods "i make tang"
4. ...yea i'm only 23, i'm not a jobwhore thanks.
Four movies I've watched more than once:
1. loaded weapon 1
2. mars attacks
3. ray
4. just added moments ago, hot fuzz
Four Places I have lived:
1. woburn
2. born and raised
3.
4.
Four T.V. Shows that I watch:
1. house
2. king of the hill
3. the simpsons
4. my guilty pleasure, the real world
Four places I have been:
1. quebec city, Canada
2. disney world
3. all over mexico
4. toledo, spain
Four People who e-mail me (regularly):
1. nobody
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3.
4.
Four of my favorite foods:
1. pizza
2. pizza
3. pizza
4. blood
Four Places I would like to visit:
1. London
2. california (going winter of 09)
3. hawaii (going as soon as i can find a lady friend worthy of bringing)
4. dubai
Things I am looking forward to in the coming year:
1. my monthlong paid vacation, starting in 7 days
2. back to mexico in august (probably)
3. california early next year
4. my musclecar
Four Friends I'm tagging:
1. lizz
2. sheila
3. bill
4. anna
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thanks for the e-mail...don't feel bad that i didn't even bother opening it.(i don't know what on earth would make u think i would) i already know exactly what it says "bitchbitchbitchbitch shit i don't care about" you know what though, you're absolutely right. i've been out of line, childish, and most of all, completely disrespectful. just an all out scumbag, "is this the part where he appoligizes?" hardly. it's the part where i say "GET THE FUCK USED TO IT" or better yet "you havent seen ANYTHING yet." exactly what part of "FUCK OFF" didn't u understand
...oh wait, my bad i don't think i've actually said it.. FUCK OFF!
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Thursday, June 19th, 2008
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ohhhhh i could say PLENTY. we could talk about betrayal, ignorance, parasitism, empty promises, or my personal favorite, just plain dishonesty. we could talk about a lot, i could write you a book nearly 4 years long. but the fact is, there's nothing to talk about. not anymore. it took me long enough, YEARS too long, but it's been a number of months now since i've learned a few things, woken up, moved on and left some mistakes from the past far, far behind me. some people arent so quick to move on. the lack of contact is there, but one small situation later it's "dear journal, this boy is mean, he's a jerk, he needs to grow up". it takes comitement to truly move on. Some people know nothing, however, about that particular term. sometimes it means being rude to a friend, sometimes it means watching fireworks by yourself. sometimes it means walking by and keeping the thousands of negative coments in your head to yourself and just leaving the situation. i understand, though, that it's not as easy for some people to move on. in my personal experience, it's a lot easier to let go of the past when you actually have a future. when you have friends in your general age group who care more about YOU then the next booze or drug fix. when you can look at yourself in the mirror and say "i'm a better person in pretty much every way, than i was years ago". when you can wake up every morning and tackle all of the day's little challenges without 20 doses of nicotine. when you can learn from your past and look optimistically towards future relationships, rather than waste time on a parkbench with your ex. i guess it's a lot easier when you have more things in life to look forward to than "my sister's getting married in august and i'm gonna get drunk out of my mind allll weekend" ...well it's nice to have goals, you know what they say, to each their own. funny how some people are so quick to shoot out words like "immature" when one person's looking back at the past, and the other, straight ahead towards the future. and all the while, while people act this infantile, i don't know what i'm expected to do. am i supposed to act polite? civil? not a chance in hell. let me tell you something if you havent yet figured out. you don't have to earn my respect. i respect everyone, absolutely everyone that i'm associated with. everyone from my close friends and family members, to my asshole co-workers and white-trash neighbors. each one has a different degree, but everyone i associate myself with has it...and then, there's the rest. that small group of people who i don't like, avoid at absolutely all costs, don't treat with any sort of respect...who i just plain hate. you've gotta be something pretty special to get on this list. and if you're on it, just know that to me, you are a piece of absolute shit, and shall be treated precisely as such
but fuck it, i figured i'd do you this favor, just one more time. but after this i'm done, you can go and say whatever you want. "boo hoo! he's being mean to me through livejournal!" i've wasted quite enough of my time. so hear it is. this is what you wanted right? the fuel for your rage. so go ahead, smoke those extra few cigaretes tonight, have those extra few drinks. and after that, why don't you shock the world and complain about some things for a change. because i have once again, given you an excuse to be miserable. and without your sweet, sweet misery, you have nothing? right?
right.
SEE YA!
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Saturday, April 12th, 2008
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i'm talking, of course, to YOU Livejournal.
my last post was just after thanksgiving. so what's happened since then. well let's make sure we cover the basics. my sister got married. to her college sweetheart...well, her 2nd one. she had sort of 2 weddings, trhe wedding itself was in playa del camen, a beautiful beach just a little ways from cancun (personally a like cancun better, but you don't go there to get married, you go there to cheat on your wife) beautiful weeklong celebration for close friends and immediate family. the 2nd phase was at the double tree in bedford, a post wedding party on new years eve for the 200 people that couldn't make the mexican one. jessH was my date, and a good one indeed. a certain, recent ex who shall remain nameless, let's just call her...Steve. steve chose not to partake. and i knew a post midnight lip-peck aquired through sheer tradition would most likely be my only chance at a kiss in 2008, so i was determined to find a date. jess was a great date indeed.
i bought my family a plasma TV for christmas, but we already knew that didn't u. as my biggest purchase EVER (more than doubling my previous record) i was showing it off quite a bit, i know.
my cousin claudia came for christmas. and was supposed to stay for the 2nd part of the wedding. but her grandmother apparently got deathly ill so she had to leave. it was her 1st time in the US too, shame she had to cut it short
well, it's been almost a full 6 months since claire and i called it quits. which almost equals the time we spent together. i still can't get over what a good break up it was. as far as breakups go, i honestly could picture a better one. i can't speak for her of course, but on my end there was minimal heartache. i loved the girl, very much indeed, so why did i take it so well? maybe it's because i was hanging out at her house the very next day. maybe because some of our best conversations were had post-relationship. or, probably most of all, because we both realized that we really are better as friends. i think i've taught her that you CAN be friends with an ex. (even though my other ex, for all i know/care has probably died of emphysima by now) and that realistically, (as hard as it was for me to think while we were dating) you don't start dating your husband/wife when you're 19. absolutely not. are there people who have done it? sure. but 9 and a half times out of 10, it just doesn't happen. i guess the real answer to my little "why arent you depressed and heartbroken" question, is that she didn't actually break my heart. and as far as i know, i didn't breka hers. a point in time just came where we, almost at the exact same time, decided that it was time to move on.
in the passed almost-6 months, i've also come to the conclusion that another relationship just isn't gonna fly as long as i'm in this horrible little license situation. i'm not even halfway through 4 years and it's already taken quite a toll on me. it really gets worse every day. sometime soon, i'll most likely end up giving in and getting a lawyer and spending a ridiculous amount of money on pursuing a "cinderella" license....i just don't know man
so as most of you know, i've been working a decent amount of ovetime these days. premix orders have been astronomical, meaning, if i wanted to, i could work about 80 hours a week. i've been doing 56 or so. which will most likely die back down to 40 as the nice weather gets closer and closer. but it has given me some money. i'm thinking sometime at the end of may, or begining of june, of joining quira in spain for a week. this is the ONE year i'm giving myself to spend money un-wisely, travel, take a bunch of time off, and have fun before i start saving for a house. and i figure the odds of me finding a friend to pack up and go to europe with me for a week are about as good as finding a beaver to build me a 3 story house out of logs and sticks. so, since quira is going for school anyway, may/june will most likely be it.
and now for the random thoughts section. as any of you that have myspace know, i love doing surveys. i got a question one day that for some weird reason, got me thinking. the question was "do you make wishes or plans?" i've never been the wishing type, well, maybe when i was a little kid. but these days, NEVER. and i started thinking about wishes, i decided that anyone who makes wishes versus making plans is a absolute moron. the only things wishing is good for are those involving luck. like say, a friend or family member of yours is sick and given a 50/50 chance of living. in cases such as those, (unless you're a doctor) all you can really do is wish and pray. but pretty much anything other than that, wishing and luck and all that crpa willg et you nowhere. the only way to achieve anything is to plan it. in fact, even if you just wish for something and do get it, it's still not even really an ACHIEVEMENT now is it. you wished for it, you got lucky, what have you achieved? nothing. it was given to you.
i remember back in december. when i told people i was going to cancun for a week. i got the same thing out of pretty much everyone "boy, arent you lucky" and you know what. it pisses me off. i am NOT lucky. it wasn't given to me, i paid for it. where did i get the money? i worked for it. i have a decent job that gives me decent pay. and i earned that as well. i went to college, got the required associate's degree, and i kept a steady job for 6 years, proving that i have a good work ethic. it really is that simple folks. work hard, prove yourself. and you too can get a decent job and pay for carribean vacations. and you won't be lucky either. you'll have earned it. it's all a simple matter of planning. like anyone else in retail, i hated my job after a few months too. but those who plan, rather than wish know to stop and think "what looks better on a job application? 6 jobs in 1 year? or 1 job in 6 years?" it's basic things like that too many people fail to think about these days. and it all comes down to planning versus wishing. cause at the end of the day my friends, life is about how your plans came together, not how your dreams came true
what's YOUR plan?
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Saturday, December 1st, 2007
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i've felt it for...i don't even know how long now. i can't even really explain it. it's just something feels....not right. right now, life's going pretty darn good for me. i have a college degree (i'm not using it, but it's greta that it's there) i have a very good job. one that, if i want it to, will give me a promising future, a job where i'll be anle to afford a house, a family, a picket fence, 2.5 kids ya know all that cool stuff. one that, particularly right now, is providing me with a solid bank account. i don't have a girlfriend....but i had one, up until about a month ago. thing is, i felt it then. maybe not to the same extent but i felt it. havent a solid job, a solid future (assuming i don't die at age 27 of a massive pizza OD) a great group of friends and an awesome girlfriend, everything would be just sweet. for some reason it just wasn't. so here i am, and this is something i havent done in a good while, i'm sitting up at 1 am on LJ typing my thoughts...it's kinda sad yea, but it feels pretty good at the same time
ok, so it's time to diagnose myself
i don't know if everyone knows this, i have ADD...pretty damn bad too. and, ya know EVERYONE says that at one time or another, who doesn't have trouble paying attention once in awhile. but when i was in elentary school, my grades were...well, let's just say they were pretty damn sub par, my mother took me to a specialist and i was actually officially diagnosed with ADD, they wanted me to take pills and be in special clases and everything. my father didn't approve, and i was strongly against it myself. i never wanted special treatment, and who knows the pill probably would have (to this day probably WOULD help me, but i had the same philosophy then, even when i was like 9, as i do now. i will NEVER take a pill every day. i've pissed people off saying how horrible i think it is, but i really think it is horrible. having a chemical controling your life, even if it's in a small, and even a helpful way, i still don't believe it. that's why i never have, never WILL believe in addiction as well. whether it's drugs, booze, cigarettes, caffeine, gambling, sex. ANYTHING. i used to smoke pot once in awhile, i havent in years, i probably never will again. i drink pepsi pretty much every day, which has caffiene in it. i still have a bottle of vicodin that i got perscribed over a year ago that i'll "abuse" every once in a blue man, like if i have a headache or somethiung. haha, i'll go out every once in awhile and get drunk with my buddies and have fun. and once every now and then, i'll even smoke a cigarette (something in case you never met me, i've always been kinda against) when i've had a few drinks, or even sometimes when i havent and people around me are smoking, fuck it, it's going in my lungs and killing me anyway, why not enjoy it. all of which i enjoy and will probably continue to do like forever, except pot of course...and i imagine vics as well, since when i run out i can't just go to a store and buy more. haha. anyway. my point here. i have never, and will never become addicted to any of them. i'm as anti drug as the next guy, probably more. but i don't think anyone can argue the fact that drugs are just plain fun. haha. but the key thing that i remember and what addicts seem to forget is moderation. i love alcohol, LOVE IT. but you wouldn't know it because i drink like once a month tops. if i did it all the time, it just wouldn't be fun. the same thing with any other drug. how can you let yourself get hooked to the point where you go home from work every day, or even every weekend and NEED to drink. to just to like, keep normal. how can you NEED to smoke a cigarette every few hours just to stay "normal" how can you pop a pill every day just to stay "normal" you're not normal, you're on a drug. once you hit that point with anything,you've lost all perspective of normal. when i'm on a drug, i'm not normal, i'm messed up. lol. i will admit though, i do USE caffiene in the morning when i get into work, not because i need the drug, just because i go to work at 6 in the morning, and that's really when i'd like to be going to sleep. i could get along just fine without it, i'd just be friggin' EXHAUSTED. if i get more than about 6 hours of sleep and wake up at a half decent time to wake up (after 7 at least) hell no i don't NEED caffiene. right now, i consider it a sleep substitute. haha. anyway, the point...again, is that if you do anything to keep you normal...what exactly is normal? know what i mean. i for one will never let myself do anything just to keep normal, and i don't think anyone ever should. i think it was a very philosophical way of thinking when i made that decision when to not take the meds, but i stand by it, i'll ALWAYS stand by it.
so let's get back to diagnosing myself. i really should be a shrink, because i LOVE diagnosing people, especially myself. i might even go so far as to say i'm one of the best people at doing it...out of people who have never taken a pshyc class or anything that is.
ADD is often very misdiagnosed because it's not about just getting distracted when you're doing something you don't wanna do or anything, it's human nature to try and FIND distractions in that type of situation. the diffgerence is, when it happens with things you DO enjoy. i LOVE playing piano, but i never really got good at it. i can sit there in listen to it forever, but when sit down to play, it's never long before i start thinking of sopmething else, or just plain get bored with it.
this was also true with claire. nothing's better than quality time with that special someone right? just to hang out and enjoy each other's company. i must confess, i've never been that great at that either. my phone would ring or something, and whever it rang, iw ould answer. just a little change of pace for a few minutes, my mind is always craving something like that. and she'd always get upset about it, but i really couldn't help it, sure i could've tried harder, but it was always a problem and i knew that
so i thought a lot about when i was with jess. to be honest, yea, i was happier. i never really knew why. i think claire knew it too and thst REALLY upset her. but tonight it finally hit me just why that was. my favorite thing to do with claire would deifnately have to be walking, we walked EVERYWHERE. we walked almost the whole city of woburn one time. and that was great. but it just didn't compare to with jess. why? because what was my favorite thing to do with jess. DRIVE
DRIVING!
that's it man. driving! for literally as long as i can remember i've been obsessed with cars, obsessed with driving. when i was 4 years old, we got NES and with it came RC pro-am. my 1st racing game...from then it was all over. i had found my favorite thing in the world. so i look back to when i was with jess, and i realize. there really wasn't all that much to our relationship. i'd pick her up whenever we went out together, and we'd just drive. we'd listen to music, we'd talk...and i'd drive. and it was wonderful, aboslutely wonderful. driving just does it for me, when i'm driving is the only time i'm really relaxed. if i'm sitting down somewhere, on the couch, at a desk, in the passenger seat of a car. it's not hard to see that i'm always pretty fidgety, when i'm driving it's just me and the car. everything else is just a bonus. i guess it was just the complete puzzle for me. driving+music+girlfriend. take away the driving and the puzzle is incomplete
i remember i had a countdown for like years when i was a kid up to when i got my license. now that it's gone. i can get around half decently on my own, that part, honestly doesn't even really phase me. it's an inconvienince at time, espeically this time of year. but big deal. people always ask me how i get around. i'll always, one way or another, get from point A to point B. it's never been about that to me. i'm thinking, in a few years when i have my license back and a decent down payment saved up, of buying my 1st house. and i really don't care where it is. as long as it's a good 20 minutes or more from my work. that's right. everyone else tries the best they can to be CLOSE to their work. i wanna be far. i think an hour drive to and from work every day would be the most beautiful thing. i'd go into work in a good move every day, simply because i just drove for an houe to get there. and no matter how badly my day at work went, i'd feel great by the time i got home.
it's been over a year since i had to take my maxine off the road, but still every day i look at her and say tomyself "all i wanna do right now, and get in...and just drive"
you know what would make me happy right now, probably more than anything else could. is a road trip. i wouldn't care who it was with, it could even be by myself at this point, as long as i were driving.
and it really is true, you know how i know? because 2morrow i'm leaving for a week in cancun. my sister's getting married down there...and THIS, even after over a year without my license, THIS is what i'm thinking about
so there's my answer i suppose. i'll just have to sit here and patiantly wait for another 3 years or so so i can be happy again
*sigh*
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Monday, November 19th, 2007
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Saturday, October 27th, 2007
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today at work we all randomly gathered around and started singing the star spangled banner in unison...it was by far the greatest thing ever to happen since i've started working there. gus and jimmy were both on forklifts and they stopped next to each other to talk about...something, then mario was driving by in his forklift randomly singing it, i instantly joined in, followed by little mario shortly after. gus and jimmy just sorta looked at us funny for a second, so we started singing louder. then the industrial cleaners, who happened to be walking by stopped and put their hands on their hearts and joined. it wasn't long until we all standing in a big circle, with our safety glasses (which our usually on our heads...where hats would be) on our chests singing full force. then when it was over, we all just started cheering and beeping the horns on the forklifts for a good while. then jose, the one person there who was working at the time, came out and said "hey, i heard you guys were singing about me! jooooseee can you seeee!"...i can safely say it's the most fun i've ever had at 7 in the morning.
speaking of work, i miss beeker. beeker was a receiver in the tower where i work. he got fired last friday just a week before his required 120 days to be in the union. and nobody really knows why. not only was he one of the nicest, coolest guys i've met in that place, he was also a good hard worker. we called him beeker, of course, because he lookjed EXACTLY like beeker from the muppets, ya know, they guy who hangs around with bunsin and always goes "mememememememe memememememememememe" it really scared me and big lou. we're the only ones there that arent in the union yet, and beeker was proof that people not in the union can and will get let go at any time for any reason, our work ethic, as a result, has greatly improved. making life pretty sweet for our trainers (gus and jimmy) who spend their days sitting and watching us work
when we were at goodtimes tonight they were playing this blues band almost all night that was really good. the guitar work sounded a lot like stevie ray vaughan, but most of the songs had harp as well. which matched up just beautifully. i couldn't put my finger on the singer, but he was really good as well. i don't care who u are man, if you're at a bar, there are 2 and only 2 types of music that should be playing. blues, and classic rock, nothing more, nothing less.
i spent my lotto winnings the other day on a brand new bike. not to replace my baby, DiamondBack Darryl, but a second bike. i''d been contemplating for the longest time on a second bike, whether to get another cheap 2nd bike or get a new road bike and just use darryl for the rain and off-road and such. then, not too lnog ago, i discovered the pure off-roading joy that is "THE REZ" in burlington. one ride on that and it was clear that i needed a bike worthy of the trail-riding insanity. i decided to go with the scwhin S-25. i actually bought the S-60, which is pretty much the same thing but with a lighter frame, bigger rear shock, and a disc brake in the front. i brought it home, all proud of my multi-hundred dollar purchase only to find the the disc brake was already broken. after much time trying to mess with it, i realized, disc brakes on a bike, particularly one for off-road....not a good idea in the 1st place. i returned it and got the S-25...it's sexy. shame it's already COVERED in mud. :)
with the caddy gone (might be back soon if drunkie doesn't pay up QUICK) i've been playing around a bit with maxine. i finally fixed myt horrible pathetic little short shifter. i added a couple speakers to the stereo and rebuilt my climate control from the 5 pieces it was in, i used plastic cement, which i think should hold pretty well, did it in a week, one piece at a time, then triple enforced the cement. eventually i'll give in and order an OEM one, along with a full set of OEM lights. but for now i just need to sand it and paint it and it should be good as new...or at least as good as when i got it from the junkyard. the glove box is my next project. the alternator is done. after the glove box, i think it'll be time to get down and dirty and rip the tranny apart, see why my thrust bearing is so loud. i'm also now officially in the market for a muscle car. my demands are pretty simple. 1980 or older, 327 or larger, no fords. all of which have their exemptions. if i find a boss mustang hell yeah i'm interested, if i can find an el-camino or something with a strong running 305, then i'm good. and i guess i could even make an age exemption if i see something i really like. right now i'm eying a C3 that's only 25 years old...we'll see what happens.
still trying to find a good deal on the NY trip. i'm really not big on the crazy-chinatown bus thing, i think we'll end up going amtrak. i also think we'll only go 4 two days and 1 night and stay slightly outside of the city to save some cheddar.
this sunday, along with being lizz'z Bday (happy! birthday lizzzz! :-* ) is the parade. hope to see everyone there. i wonder if brian templeton will have his own float again. that band is good stuff.
off to listen to more santana and go to bed
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Thursday, October 4th, 2007
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Tuesday, September 18th, 2007
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august, 2005. i'm sitting in mexico, i'd been there for about a month, and it was almost time to leave. and i thought to myself...why? i was having such a great time there, i wasn't really missing anything around here. and to be honest, i almost felt more at home there.
fast forward 2 years and the situation is pretty much the same, only this time around the main thought in my mind is "i'm ready" i was still having just as much fun (i CHALLENGE you to drink $1100 cognac and not have fun) and everyone there was the same, i also had a much easier time comunicating, it seems my spanish has come a long way. so why was it so different?
i remember back in 05 spending about an hour ar a party talking on my cell phone to my love interest at the time, she's lonely and saying things she doesn't mean, and making promises she won't keep...and i'm clinging to it. at the time it was pretty much all i had, which explains, at least in part why it took us 3 years to fully break up. forward again to this year, i came to a realization, and while i was so sad to part with all my friends and family down in mexico, i left with a smile on my face, which is definately not something i could say about 2 years ago. it was clear to me that this time, for the 1st time, i had a life to come back to
it still scares me to say this, but it really seems like i've grown up, i can pinpoint the exact time, but sometime in the spring i decided that's it, it's time for things to change and it's not gonna happen tomorrow, it's gonna happen today. it was right around that time that i met claire, i decided right when i met her that she wasn't going to be just another chase, and in the process i'm sure i scared her, at least a little bit on how quick i acted. the day after we met was our 1st date, she didn't even remember my name when i she called me. a week later we were official. now we're 4 months going strong. it's not really that long of a time, but i can see it lasting plenty longer
i can remember a time, not to long ago actually, where finding love and building a good relationship would have been enough to make me happy. it wasn't. so in june i went into kraft and impressed MYSELF in the interview. i was in a group of over 100 applicants, applying for less than 10 open positions. not only did i make the cut, i got the highest paying position posted, along with saturdays and sundays off, something it took my dad 15 years to acheieve. a took a 2 month semi-paid vacation, then at the end up last month, i officially hung up my red and kahkis (i might actually go back just for sundays, havent decided yet) and started my new job, and the next installment in my new life. is it a career? potentially, i'm not about to set anything in stone, i do know i make enough money to live. i'm getting into a 401K and TIP plan, and in a few years, i'm going to be buying a house.
friends are a good thing too, i'm finally at a point where a have a pretty steady group that do a good job keeping me entertained. i'm also physically in the best shape of my life (that's not to brag or anything i'm still tiny and weak...just improved. lol) i'm up to 170 pounds and for the 1st time since...god knows how long, i'm genuinely happy with my appearance.
i can't remember any point in my life, not even when i was a little kid, when i've been able to look into the future with such confidence, god knows it took me long enough to do it, but i've taken complete control of my life, and it's only up from here baby!
PS to a certain reader out there, this update is WAY longer than yours, i say it's timew for somebody to hit the keyboard and get crackin on a REAL update, not a little baby update that dreams of someday playing with the big boys
:)
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ON A MONTH AND A HALF PAID VACATION!
:)
so long working world...see you in september.....maybe
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Saturday, April 28th, 2007
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hehe. ever have a night so good you just sorta INSTINCTIVELY wanna kiss the person who drops you off...better yet, ever have a night so good that your friend can tell just by looking at you, that you're so happy, you're just gonna kiss the closest person to you...so they become afraid
...it's beena long time since one of those nights :)
*goes back to spaced-out, euphoric state*
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Thursday, April 26th, 2007
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CIDERELLA
this thursday and friday night
i wanna go, mianly because i havent even seen the new school yet. anyone wana go with me?
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so i was just thinking today about work....i work 6 days a week. 40 hours. they'd give me 50 if i wanted them to. but i can't really get away with less then my 6 and 40. now as many of you know, i wouldn't by any means call myself RICH, but i have more money and less to do with it, by far, then i've ever had in my entire life. i was just thinking back to fall of 03. when i was practically in the gutter. i had no money, not even a savings account. i was a few months behind on my car insurance. i ate one meal a day...2 if i was lucky, i wasn't in school, due to not being able to pay for it, and i had to sell "might max" my 1st CRX just to make ends meet. at that time i was getting 6 hours a week at work. if i were lucky, i'd get 2 full days equaling 16 hours. where the hell were all these ridiculous hours i'm getting THEN?
i'd love for it to be the opposite. i got no bills, i'm donw with school. i have 2 cars, THREE bikes. i even gonna a nice little nestegg. 16 hours a week right now would be GREAT
....that's just how it goes i guess....i guess i'm just bummed kuz it's supposed to rain for the next 5 days straight. and guess what dan is doing for the next 5 days straight
we're supposed to get 3 inches tonight?...that's gonna be a fun bike ride on comerce!
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