I am proving how awesome the PS3 system is by writing this whole post via wifi connected PS3. (all title since I cant figure out how to write normally

Ugh

....... just ugh

For the next 6 hours I WILL NOT MOVE

Wow... you know, having never have done much with my life other then to sit on ass and play video games all day, I must say, I don't think I have EVER been this tired. Its been 13 days so far since my last day off and man, I don't wanna sound redundant, but... IM TIRED. See, remember what I said before in a previous post about my old manager being fired, well my NEW one, or at least my temporary new one, is somewhat of a workaholic, and she likes to make other people work a lot too. So yeah, in other news, I shall never answer my phone again on my day off for as long as I live (watch me break that oath tomorrow, just watch). Its cool though because I think she thinks I'm valuble, which is good, since that probably means I will be getting more raises (she said she doesnt scedule people who arn't valuble and im all over that scedule), The real funny thing is, as I've said before, im extremely tired, and yet, I know I won't go to bed till at LEAST 3AM... COMMON SENCE, YOU SHALL NEVER GAIN A FOOTHOLD IN MY BRAIN!!..........................


.......................... (10 minutes later) well..... I can't think of anything else to say, {[(tired) redundant] yes I do use those math things when I put parenthathies in parenthies}. so, that being said, this post will end... now.

(by the way, this post sucked because I'm TIRED)

Simply Amazing

If only I had four arms, think of all the good I could do

Sure don't wanna miss the month of June

I know I know, I haven't posted anything in FOREVER, and this time sadly I have no good excuse. Well actually, I think its a very good excuse, but you probably wont. Anyway, a lots happened in the past month, so I will get right down to it.

HAPPENING NUMBER ONE.(theres really no need for numbers since this is the only thing that is going to be numbered) I have recently entered a state of employment I had never archived before, and by that I mean, I now have a job (and actually get paid, cool huh?). its not bad, and I can now say (still in the spirit of the previous post) that I am an employ of......Where I make your favorite Cherry Limeaids and strawberry slushes... and blasts... and regular sodas... basically I make anything that is under the jurisdiction of "fountianeer" if thats even a word (so basically I make drinks...). All in all its not that bad of a job, you get free drinks and the works not that hard, except when it gets really busy, sometimes I feel like shooting myself in the foot so I can stop running back and forth (I don't feel like explaining why I have to run while making drinks so I think I wont). The first day on the job was by far the most embarrassing (although I think I am working back to that level of embarrassment, which I will get to later... or not... depends on how much time I have), it started out with me arriving 15 minutes late... yes... on my first day... so as you can imagine, I was in a rush when I went into the bathroom to change into my uniform. I quickly put it on and ran back to the front exclaiming in the most upbeat attitude I could fake "OK! I'm ready to start my training". I was slightly puzzled when my manager responded with "you know your shirts on backwards..." in fact his words didn't even register for a good 2 seconds. Once it finally hit me, and I looked around to see all my future co-workers chuckling either quietly to themselves or in a very obnoxious way, I decided that I needed to fix the problem, so not wasting any time I grabbed the top of my shirt and began to tug upwards all the while thinking "if I can fix it soon it wont be so bad". Now since the shirt was covering my face at the time I was unable to see my managers face when he said "PLEASE don't... don't do that here, go to the back, no one wants to see you take off you shirt here". I can imagine that he must of had a very "disgusted" or dare I say, even "disturbed" look on his face, but actually, not being able to see it worked quite well since, no one on "the outside" could see my face either, which I could bet was bright red, redder then it normally is, and its normally pretty red.
After all the embarrassment was over with I continued with the day, training for what I was told to train for, and calling it a day after all was said and done, or was told to call it a day at any rate. the next day I continued my training under a few people, one of which, who's name I remember clearly NOW, was Dilan (although at the time it was in one ear). He seemed pretty nice, and showed me how to do all the ice creams and such until it was time to go home. The next day I came back and was greeted with "maybe YOU will be our next manager" by one of the employees, to which, I replied with "ehh?" since well, I had no idea what this girl was talking about. At that moment another one of my co-workers came up to me and stated "Boy you missed all da drama" (you can tell shes black cant you... right...), "good" I said "I don't really like drama". Although my statement was true I was still curious about what drama she was talking about was, so I asked her... well... just what you'd think I would ask after reading the last line "what happened?", her response left me with an eyebrow raised, "Dilan just stole $1600 n' split dawg". At that moment what I was thinking wasn't "OH MY GOD' or, "Wow I was in a place that got robbed... SWEET" or even "haha u bi*ches got OWNED" no, what I was thinking at the time was "Dilan..... Dilan..... why does that sound familiar?...... OH YEAH, thats the guy that trained me :)"
(note*) I added the smile because from a bystanders point of view, they would of seen me standing there, with my eyebrows slanted down, thinking very hard, followed by me opening my eyes wide and smiling because I had just remembered something I had forgotten, which is always a good feeling (end note*)
The next day (or the day after, I can't really remember which) they fired my manager. Which kinda sucks, because now we have about 2-4 managers in there daily.... watching us. However its not all bad, one of them happens to be an extreme klutz, and is always falling down and/or spilling ice cream all over her pants... which... well... is funny.

Anyway, its almost 4AM here so I think I had better be off to bed now. I'll try to post more, but I'm not making any promises. Oh and by the way, for those of you wondering what my excuse for not posting was I will tell you now.
I simply don't feel like it, its not that I don't have time or any bull like some other people try to use as an excuse, its simply because, the time I DO when I'm not working (which is about 6 or 7 hours each day) or on my days off, I always want to spend doing other things I want to do, wither its, bike down to the rock gym, play some keyboard, read Japaneses comic books off line... read things.... theres always something I want to do more. So just bare with me and hope that I regain interest in your favorite blog on the whole World Wide Web.
Until next time... umm... yeah...



Advice of the Day: if you ever go to a sonic, oh say one located at 6208 Cameron Rd. Austin TX. 78723, please, don't be that obnoxious ass hole that orders 5 strawberry shakes and 4 Reese's blasts, and if you do, at least order a freakin' hamburger with it, when you don't we have to make that crap in TWO FREAKING MINUTES!



Thought of the Day: Wouldn't it suck if, instead of Achilles heal, it was Achilles scrotum. Because just imagine, if anyone were to ever find out, he would hordes of people trying to...well... hack his sack......... hacky sack............

Why I haven't been posting (Excuses Vs. Reason)

Before I start giving the reasons as to why I don't post, I feel I should tell you how my average day goes first, with (bom bom bom) VISUAL AID!

6:30 AM, my alarm goes off. The very first thing I do is get a bowl of...













Next thing, immediately after that is to take a...



















After that, usually with no time in between I start my...



















once that is done I put my...



















and my already filled out...



















in my...


















and get on my...
















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I head down the street trying not to end up like...

















as I head to...














err, not that. Ahem. As I head to...















......................... as I head to the place where I am dropping off applications...... (stupid pictures) once I'm all done with that I will usually head off to the














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................I swear to god, I don't go there that much...













THANK YOU, I go there (thats why I packed my...


















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after I'm done...



















I head back. Once back I usually get started on the...



















then move straight to...














where I will spend the rest of my time watching...














which is so worth it. Then basically, I eat...













then watch more...














till I go to...














....(thats bed by the way).... and thats pretty much my day..... but you see, if I were to take time to write my blog more, it would take away a good portion of my...



















or my...



















or my...















time, which, sure its good for you, n' makes you all...



















but it makes me all...

















which is not so good. All this to say, I have my reasons for not keeping my...





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(figure that one out)
pleased. so until my day starts to slow down a bit, or I feel a need to post something, try to be content with what you get.

(oh and Rosie, yes I am living with...



















in...

Updates (can you spell cliche)

As he lay there on the couch looking through the blinds out the sliding glass door, listening to a song that reminded him of things he hated being reminded of, he pondered all the things that had been happening in his life up until that moment. He watched the trees become clearer with each passing moment, almost as if some big ball of gas and fire that gave off light, burning millions of miles away was coming around the corner (the corner millions of miles away) slowly illuminating everything it touched while simultaneously giving an alien the power to save a made up city and beat a maniacal bald guy on regular basis.

"What have I been up to" He wondered as he stared. He could of written about how he would wake up each day at 6:30, eat his breakfast, do his school, then ride his shiny $400+ bike. How he would pick up 3-5 applications a day on a regular basis, fill them out, and return them the next day, never to get a call back, or a reply to the calls he made. He could of written about how once he was done with his application run he would, quite often, ride down to the local rock gym and build up a sweat and a deep burn in his upper body. Or how when he came back home every day he would be so tired from head to toe all he could do was plop on the couch, flip on whatever was on the TV, and sit there for a half hour as his strength returned. He could talk about how he went cliff diving last Saturday, how he jumped, how he climbed, how he jumped more, and how he climbed more (though he never actually dove, cliff jumping just didn't sound the same). Or he could of talked about the awkward patch of sunburn on his back due to the misplacement of SPF 50 on that same saturday, moments before the jumping. There was so much he could of written about, but being so early in the morning, everything that was there, simply slipped his mind. In defeat, he closed his notebook, grabbed his towel and headed down the hall to the shower.

"Next time" he said, in a voice that made it painfully clear he was lying to himself "I'll post something next time".

This is where we leave our hero, either too busy, too tired, of just not modivated enough to drop by and post an update. A hero amongst the fat and lazy. Trying to find his way through his new life.

But more importantly...

Trying to find the soap.