it's been quite awhile since my last post.
my life, as of now, could be compared to a lillypad whose only purpose in this world is to preserve the dryness of the turd that has been placed upon it. i guess that's a little confusing. basically, i'm a changed man. i live with my dad, i have no job, the van rarely starts (and runs like shit when it does), and i'm still not enrolled in school. however, i've managed to play through Gears of War for the xbox360 and i'm still working on oblivion (level 26 nord). i'm fighting my way through a novel that i do not enjoy. i haven't even pretended to write down my ideas for the comic that matt, josh, and i are supposed to create.
beard: gone
i guess i could spend some time talking about the job situation (or lack thereof). tsd is out of business. jan. 12 of 2007 was my last day. corporate just swept down from mt. olympus and closed the damned doors with no warning of any kind. oh well. i was looking for a way out anyway.
i've been working out again. it feels pretty damn good. it's kind of weird. josh ray and my dad are both in better shape than me. i've been skating by the last few years on the idea that i have high metabolism, but it seems my well has run damn-near dry. i'm going to have to actually work to stay fit. i tried my hand last night on josh's weight routine and nearly hurt myself. i couldn't sleep because my arms hurt so damned bad. i was an idiot to think that i could go from not lifting at all to a rigorous 2-hr. intensive weight-training regiment. at least i am now able to type.
i want to take a creative-writing class.
candace's birthday is in a week. her brother is flying in on that day as well. he's a pretty sweet dude. i think that we'll get along smashingly. i got her the dvd and children's book of m. night shyamalan's Lady in the Water. I also got her the rest of the Shyamalan movies on dvd that she didn't already have.
we saw Smokin' Aces tonight. i though that it was phenomenal. she was un-impressed. i will DEFINITELY be purchasing Children of Men on dvd.
gotta go. she's having a hard time sleeping and she has to get up early tomorrow. good night.
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