mattopia

hmm.. talking to joelle (girl i met online and in person recently) online these days is like talking to a highly intelligent yet unable to communicate box of rocks. it’s usually like this, but she hasn’t called or anything lately. maybe her impression of me wasn’t as favorable as i had assumed it was.

i get to work second shift today. i should get cleaned up and get some stuff done, namely trying on clothes that have been sitting here quite some time, all neatly folded and waiting to have their tags removed and become an official part of mattopian wardrobe.

yay – i have a gallery now.

so i attend a little technical college. i transferred there after going for 2 years to a medium sized 4-year institution. very little transferred over.

but, i discovered the mystical world of proficiency tests. i can easily test out of at least 1/3 of the required classes. i just tested out of one of two math classes i have to take, and i know i can test out of the other. i can test out of speech, one of the science classes, and a buttload of others. so, i really only need a good 6 credit hours a semester to graduate on time! booyeah.

tension is immense here now that the roomates know i’m moving out. i went to tell shanon something, and his response was ‘suck my dick’. how wonderful. i’m sure there are a variety of other reasons that i won’t go into here.

i think i’ll get up and going today and actually get some stuff done. i was going to clean my room, but i might as well just get boxes and start throwing everything into them.

i finally talked to the landlord, and she was surprisingly cool about it all. all i need to do is get someone to take over the bills, and someone to do a credit check for the landlord, and i’m outta here.

times are ah changin’… makes me wonder exactly what’s going to happen.

pete, the possible future roomate, is awol for some reason – no one knows where he is. there are other possibilities as well. all i know is i most certainly don’t want more than one roomate, and i’m being much choosier this time.

home at last. tomorrow i work second shift, so i can stay up late.. but at the rate i’m yawning, i’ll be out before midnite.

i hate writing code. the photo album will be shitty, but it’ll work.

i’d watch a movie, but as usual, my roomate stephanie and her boyfriend (also now a roomate) chance are lieing on the couch watching a movie.

some say it’s weird how i sit. i always sit with my legs crossed over each other, like indian style or whatever, and i lean way back. one disadvantage is i have a habit of rubbing my foot up against my keyboard drawer, which gets lubricant on my sock.

i’m digging this journal thing. it’s cool to just write random stuff to be admired by many. please, don’t let me bore you too quickly.

still haven’t talked to the landlord. rent is due tomorrow, so i’ll take it to her and talk to her then. the worst part is, the ‘potential roomate’ is nowhere to be found. we were supposed to go apartment shopping yesterday. didn’t happen.

i’m trying to get my photo album working. i’m dissatisfied with every pre-written script i’ve seen so far. so, just like everything else in life, if you want something done, you just have to do it yourself. so code i shall.

i love the way things run at work. someone doesn’t want to talk to a certain user so they try to pass it off to someone else. this is when i conveniently run to the bathroom to avoid receiving the call.

good morning. another day, another dollar. better get my ass out the door.

just got back from dinner at chi-chis (how they expect to sell deserts there i shall never know), shopping with some of the gift certificates given to me as christmas gifts, and seeing some pretty horses movie.

the movie was interesting, but it was just an awkward series of events. i’m not going to write a movie review here, but i’ll give it about a 3/5.

and of course i was out with missy. she’s fun as shit to be around. but, well, it’s missy…

i have to work yet another day of first shift hell tomorrow. what does this mean? bedtime for me.

i finally get to leave work. this first shift stuff is killing me. i generally work second shift, from 4pm – midnite. few more minutes to go.

i was going to go apartment shopping today with pete, the one guy i actually think i can tolerate living with. he’s cool, he’s clean, he cooks, and he doesn’t have loud partys or leave shit everywhere.

he never popped online to set stuff up, so i’m heading to the mall with missy tonight to spend some of those gift certificates and to enhance my somewhat bare wardrobe.

this is my first official journal entry, so i’ll try and cover my life as it stands now, all nicely summed up into a few words.

my living environment sucks. i live in a 1,400 or so sq. foot house with 5 other people. there are two couples. one couple is in the next room. the loud female sounds of extacy and pleasure wake me up early in the morning on a fairly frequent basis. so do the parties that seem to form at 4-6am every damn morning from ups employees showing up. half the house works at ups, and they work until 3am. until recently, it was tolerable. but one roomate did something to put me over the limit, so i’m desperately trying to get out of there.

then there’s missy. ah yes, missy. a situation that should be simple, but is so very complex in nature. no one at all even remotely understands what’s going on – not even the parties involved. there’s really not much i can say.

but, i did meet a nice girl online, and we’ve finally transitioned to knowing each other in person. maybe that will go somewhere. who knows.