03-01-11: The Headaches of New Beginnings.

Today is the 1st of the month. Yay. Rent day. Always a headache. Good bye money. Why must I have to pay someone to live somewhere. When did this begin to happen for us that seek shelter. In what point of time in the history of man did seine decide, "let's charge rent!". I'm sure it wasn't in the form on monetary comenasation at that time. Perhaps it was the trophy remains of vanquished enemies. Perhaps it was a Davy Crocket style racoon tail hat but more in the form of a pair of camel hump ear muffs to travel across the cold gobo desert.

Roommate is supposed to move out today and a new one move in. However its nearly afternoon and the process has not yet started. Headache. Then, as they move in and out I have to worry about my feline company escaping or becoming stressed out on new scents and pissing all over everything. Headache.

Still an emptiness in my heart. Who knew that would be a headache? Girls used to throw themselves at me and then I'd throw them right off. I feel I've ruined every good chance at love. Headache. Mind is plagued with should've could've would'ves. I don't mind the chase or the feeling out process but it's such a headache to go through. Learning to understand someone else. Figuring out another persons qualities and short comings. Adapting to their personality. Headaches galore.

Job opportunities are within a fingertips grasp, however, online applications that crash 20 minutes through; headaches. Multiple interviewes for entry level under 10 dollars an hour jobs; headaches. Juggling two or even three occupations in your already busy schedule because god forbid anyone give you full time hours; headaches.

No Tylenol can cure these stress induced head pounding ailments. Only outcomes. Good or bad. At least you know what happens.

Life is still exciting for new possibilities and adventures. It's just the work getting there that gives you them headache bummers.

02-25-11: Stay Gold Ponyboy

First off, why would I spend such a long period of time without updating my blog?  It's livejournal all over again. It can be found at livejournal.com/users/xusherx if I am not mistaken.

Awoken from the worst sleep first by the cats escaping through the screen, to Reeks and Oprah waking me way early. Then, the AC repairman came through around 10:30am. Messed with my energy levels and thus didn't go to the gym. This caused me to have a depressive feeling and became lethargic. I fell asleep to text and fb chat conversations, one bringing to my attention the last space shuttle launch for the Discover Shuttle. I debated in my exhausted state to go out on the bike early and get a good spot... I opted out for sleep.

I awoke to a text I believe. Then saw Flicker planned on going out so just after I made plans to go, Gorgo stopped by with his Blur Heeler and said hello. Soon after I left for a long and unsuccessful trip to attempt a grand viewing of the launch. I didn't see anything as the clouds were in the way and we were stuck on the 528 next to a Russian couple in an escalade and two gas guzzling monstrosities of vehicles, one hauling a Beemer, and both hauling overweight rednecks that were pissing on their tires wait for the shuttle to scuttle on up to outer space.

Made it back to town, ate some Tijuana Flats compliments of a $25 gift card tip left by Jaron's white person look alike, and made it back home.

After my beard manicuring session and shower I rolled out on the Harley to the social for The Get Up Kids show. Ran in to many friends and had some great conversations. Hard to have many people to talk to because I swear I have social ADD.  Normally however, we being Americans, we get bored with conversations with people in about 5 minutes so I was consistently saved by the next soon to be forgotten half way finished conversationalist.

TGUK got on. Messing up. Playing boring Brit pop synth songs to finally what I wanted to hear, "Don't Hate Me.". An explosion of excitement from my person leading to anarchist celebrations disregarding stage dive rules and respect for others. The guitar tech decided to be violent with Shawn Egan and I. 5 years ago, pow right in the kisser my fist would have said to his face. Instead, hands were clapping and smiles were wide. Head in stinky armpits and more anthematic hymns being sung.

Made my way to hoops. Another piss hole of underage, over-privileged,  wanna be punk rocker "pacifists" who are too pussy to punch a true Nazi in the face and rather just whine about it. As long as beer is flowing and bad music is playing, these dudes and dudettes are fine with the rampant amounts of putrid body odors polluting the room.  Sickened by the state of the current fake punk nation, I removed myself from that incestuous band project hell hole and got back on my ride. Headed to Pom Poms and had some fun conversations as well as the previous places I had ended up.

A day off from work, 29 years young, a playful spirit bogged down by loneliness and lowliness of my peers, and a sentimental band playing hits from my past makes for a concoction of emotional drive to go out and just be slightly a challenge. No family around me so I must make the best of my surroundings and accept how stupid the world is... I mean people accept me right?