Monday, January 14, 2008

There's nothing
What do I speak of? Steak & eggs, of course. It is possible to request for both to be cooked well done, but who in their right mind would? I treated myself to steak & eggs on Saturday morning because I haven't had it in a long time, especially not during what's typically "breakfast time". I'd eat breakfast meals any time of day though. And I mean a real breakfast. Eggs, a meat accompaniment, taters in some form (or rice... Yes, rice), some toast, coffee, a glass of orange juice, maybe a glass of milk to wash it all down.... That's a real breakfast.

...Or maybe a half dozen waffles with a dozen sausages. That counts too. Cereal doesn't count. I like cereal, but it doesn't satisfy. And if it's the milk that is doing the filling, then I might as well drink milk. I'll leave the cereals to children, people in a rush to work/school, and chicks in their pajamas gossiping on the couch.

Since I've naturally been waking up at around 5:45am, I've had opportunities to make breakfast for myself every day. I've been alternating between eggs + whatever and waffles. I'd do eggs everyday but clearly, it'll be the death of me. Maybe not... I just know that I'm not training to become a sumo. So yeah, I go easy on the eggs.



It's been a very nice for the past few days. Like I said, waking up early and making most of the day. I pretty much finished all my assignments the day they were assigned, but it's still the beginning (of my FINAL semester) so it's not a huge deal. This left me spare time to do what I/ wanted.

On Thursday, I spent most of my day watching Samurai Champloo, cleaning my room, and some light drumming (the blisters are gone, but I want to take it easy for a bit).

Saturday was spent doing some more cleaning and organizing in my room. It's not like it's a disaster, I just want to detail my tidying so I can streamline my living. (Did that make sense?)

I also visited a buddy at work and sketched while I chatted with him for awhile. I hate his boss though. He's a dumb-fuck, condescending, bumbling idiot with bad breath and an old man Koopa Troopa face. I fucking hate him. Why? Well, he had nothing against me hanging around my bud for awhile.. What he did to piss me off was use one of my inking pens without permission.

He needed to write something down, so he grabbed an inking pen from my pile of art tools and started scribbling with it. Now this might not mean anything to some of you, but it was a 0.05 inking pen and a top quality one too. Those familiar with this type of pen know they cost a shade more than regular pens and that they must be used gently. Well, this stupid fuckjam took mine and mashed the pen tip into his page, bending it to the point of uselessness. I haven't had much of a chance to use that pen yet, so it was pretty much brand new until he fucked it up. I probably sound rather dramatic ranting over a pen, but it's common decency to at least ask. What really ticks me off is that there was a can full of perfectly good pens off to his right. *grumble*

Sorry about that. It was kinda bugging for for a bit. I needed to let 'er out. Anyway, Sunday wasn't all that bad either. I was done organizing everything in my room except for one very large art case containing a mass of my old work. I decided to look through it and sort out what I wanted to have on hand and what I could store away. Lemme tell you, looking through old work is an interesting experience. You feel all nostalgic thinking of the past when you sucked at what you did. Almost depressing at times. My work was pretty embarrassing compared to what I do now, but it's comforting to know you've improved.


I skipped talking about Friday because it was a little different from my days off, cleaning my room and bitching about the wrong usage of art supplies. Here's how she went. I woke up early, as usual, but this time from a nightmare. I have no recollection of what it was about or anything. I just remember waking up terrified, in a cold sweat and breathing heavily. After opening my eyes, I didn't move for a good 20 minutes waiting for the sun to rise a bit and light up my room.

The rest of the morning didn't go so well either. I starting suffering from a light panic attack. It began with putting on my boots. I have no idea what it was but as soon as I strapped my boots on, something in me felt something was going to go extremely wrong. I almost wanted to change my boots but I was already out the door. As I got on the bus, my hands started perspiring more than usual and I felt really uneasy. I went to the back of the bus to isolate myself a bit because I started breathing irregularly. My panic attack started to become worse as I started shaking at the sights of large garbage trucks and tractor trailers. As I type this, it seems a little ridiculous but thinking back to it, they almost seemed like fuckin' monsters. I don't remember having a panic attack before so I looked it up. I think it might be from the drastic change from sleeping during the day to sleeping during the night, and the coffee in the morning. I don't normally drink coffee but it's convenient when my parents make it before going to work so I have some... That's probably why. But man... I did not like experiencing that.


As soon as I got to class that day, I returned to normal. For our last set of classes this semester, we have professors that we've had before, except for one. He has an incredible likeness to Robin Williams. He doesn't go wild with different voices/characters which is sort of a relief. It might be fun for awhile, but there's only so much Robin Williams one can take. And it's a four hour class.

Our prof is very laid back though. It's Career Development class so there's lots of interacting and conversations going on in class, and barely any work. It's the same class that will be giving us a mock interview that we'll need to prepare for. That should be exciting. Our first assignment was figuring out our skills and personality type and all that kinda stuff. I believe this is the same stuff Mr. West is doing at the moment with his job search. Our prof had us do one of those Jung/Myers-Briggs type indicator tests. My results (after taking the same test several times for confirmation purposes) are ENFP. Go look it up and maybe take the test yourself. I'm one of three ENFP's in the class. It's strange how easily we can be categorized. After looking for detail about my results online, I found that the descriptions are disgustingly accurate. That's right. DISGUSTINGLY ACCURATE.

[EDIT: I remember West posted his results some time ago so after a moment of backtracking, I found it. He has the same result. Neat!]



Class ended early on Friday so I went straight home to finish work, but not before finding an excuse for visiting Leona. As always, she promptly greeted me with a "Hi, Josh!" while in the middle of dealing with other customers. I think I bought a tea that day. I always make sure I don't have the exact amount so as she rings up the change, I can see her a bit more, even if it's for an additional second or so. I also dick around and struggle to but my purchase into my bag and put my headphones back on inside the store for more bonus time. *laughs* As silly as it seems, I do make the best of even the shortest moments.

I still have this irrational fear that she's arranged to marry some Korean superstar... or something. Impossible, right? *nervous laugh*



I suppose I'll get my day started. I started typing this at 6:45am and it's now 11:04am. I get distracted easily. Hah. Go have yourself a nice snack now. I say you've earned it.




Toasted,

- enin -








Mango juice.
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