A Day In The Life

may you live in interesting times
-ancient chinese curse

you goto school/work, then you die

( 09/ 25/ 2; 02; 01) - you goto school/work, then you die

So is this it? Shit.

What a mess things seem to be in. Honestly it’s less that my life is a mess and more that I have not brought order to it yet. The weird part is how many things order needs to be brought to. Strange that this time last year I was bored out of my skull, to the point that I created this three legged mule that sometimes passes for a site. I drooled over any thing that might pass as a hobby or a point of interest, and now….Now! Now I have there’s just so much. For the first in what seems like a very, very long time St John’s is now presenting itself as a challenge. Ummm…. no. Strike that, let’s just say that it’s a bit more of a nuisance than before, requiring more effort than I thought St John’s would pose. Is it really that much more work, or that much more work… the answer is a resounding no, but I’m still shocked that SJ even registered on my concentration meter.

There’s also karate, and since my return last week what I once craved I know cringe before. Before I go to karate I get nervous. Do I know why? No! But honestly whenever and wherever nerves were concerned I’ve always been a pussy. Who was nervous before returning to visit VC? Yeah that pussy was I.

What else oh yeah I’m also trying to stay on top of what has been dubbed by some (alright only Jason) as my most insane plan ever, that’s right buying real-estate. Yeah in 3 years time I plan to own a 3-4 family apartment complex in Astoria. Thus I need to learn about mortgages and interest rates and all that other fun stuff. All I can say about this is that I never really back down from my insane ideas, especially once they’ve gotten the green light. And this one has been green-lit by my dad a real-estate expert.

And spinning! Boy do I suck at spinning. I suck to the point of frustration. I am just not musically inclined as the maternal side of my family can attest to. My dad can also attest to as I quit both guitar and piano at an early age. But the problem is I wanna do it so bad. So very very bad, so I just stick with it and stink on ice as I will probably do for the foreseeable future. So how is it coming you ask. Slowly. Very vey slowly.

Oh yeah web work. I stumbled upon two. The first is an excnage of services where by the chick doing my hiar will do it for free if I do a site for her. While the other is a catholic middle school desperately in need of web help.


If my life were a pendulum that swings back and forth from contentment to pissy I must say that I’m fully in the pissy section. I wish I was drinking now. Believe it or not I threw this thing together ass sober. Too bad I’m tired as hell which is probably why it makes no sense. Whatever I know what I mean, so screw you I guess