Why You And So Mad?

After a day of work, there was a lot of emotions flying everywhere that involves a lot of shouting. But mainly it was anger, hate or frustration of some kind. Even me, I spend the day angry at this intern I really REALLY dislike mainly because she rubs me the wrong way, like when I'm done something wrong, she'll come out of nowhere and echo the annoying lecture into my ear again, in an attitude like she's talking down at me. I mean, it feels like the office is starting to side with her or something, I just rather look at a different side with that and just forget about it, and have some kind of temperence with that...

Continuing on the moody side of things, our super cool dept. is in of somewhat of a foul mood after another dept. starting dishing it out on us. I only heard about it at just a few hours ago, what the whole situation is, and it only made me realize about that part in the movie 'Submarine' where protaganist explains that human beings can't hear ultrasound frequency and can't conclusively identify what other people are truly thinking or feeling. I can't even CONCLUSIVELY identify or even come close what others could feel. That single strain of though constantly gets at me like a dog muzzling at my leg or something.

And when I re-read that post and think about that intern, it makes me think if I just repeating what million other people like me feel, and I'm just a statistic just like one of those. You know, I'm just lumped into one of "those" people and others think too much of it. Blame it on the intern.

Also on the topic of anger, Red Sox lost in the last inning after leading for the longest time, and the Rays pulled off an unlikely comeback after being down by 7 runs in 8 straight innings, before winning in the 12th inning. Whichs means the Red Sox are out of the post-season. FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU. F**k baseball. Hockey season is here anyway.

Like An Autmun Shower In May.

65 hours a week. That's the deal. Oh my...

It's saturday. One day away, that lets me party and crash. But I still stuck with it all. The hay-day of this life, coughed up to playing Black Ops (K/D = 2.8; quite proud), Indie films, and trying to squeezing out some kind of art. Echo + the Bunnymen, I'm singing, but my stupid finger won't let me play my bass anytime soon. Goddamnit. At least I got beer.

I'm currently watching Thor, and I've got to say, I'd prefur Kat Dennings over the elder Natalie Portman. I mean, there's no metahor around that, but it's probably my own seachange and that good, ol' Natalie is growing up. Sometimes I kind of wish thoose good moments could be frozen in time one more time, but they turn hard lefts in to something forgettible eventually.

I kinda wish I like to party, but it kinda found it a bit of a shortcoming. Stupid responsibility, when there's a party happening, with free drinks, drunk girls and a mechanical bull, I have to walk away from. God-effin-damnit.

I don't think i've ever been straight forward with anything. but where's the fun in that? So first things first. The office seems so strange, but after four months in, it gets only stranger. But it's whatever that doesn't kill you. Surely, whatever Johnny's thinking up now, is out of my mind. Now, I'm just tired of using anymore pronouns.

Looking At Which Ever Way I Want To.

hello, again. It's been a few months since the last post. A lot has changed in three months:
A. Got a paying job.
B. Conquered the Stairs of Koko Head.
C. Helping out Johnny with all of his stuff.
D. Destroyed my finger




So I'm not gonna say where I work, cause I just don't feel like it, but its a pretty cool place. It gets stressful when times are going fast, but its pretty chill when you got everything down. Though I find it kind of difficult that everyone's all older then me by a decade or so. Even the interns are older then me. And what freaks me out a little bit is the generation gap here. For example, everyone was clueless when I wore a shirt of Mega Man, asking who he was supposed to be. Yet, some of the bands i was playing on my computer that was before my time, no one seems to know about, so lady luck slaps me in the face again. Or probably Irony. But I find it awesome how some of the white middle age men in the office listen to gangsta rap. So odd.

Well, growing up is growing up. Since the job hours are long, I don't know how often I get to do any of the stuff I did before. I just know the days go so fast when you don't notice what's going on. And any job will waste the days of the life. But I'm pretty proud of all of what's happen, but I don't want to waste away anything. But, they also say i'm too young to be cynical, who cares?