Hello there. Here I am again, just typing upstairs instead of down in the usual study - my brother is playing Deus Ex, and I'm watching Red Dragon here in the sala; Diabolical is the best word that I can use to describe it. But good. No, really. Lemme put it this way: You know those crappy DVDs that those vendors make of movies that were very recently released? Well, I wouldn't normally go through the first 20 minutes of these inferior copies.. unless it's Red Dragon. It's one of those rare movies where I appreciate both the protagonist and the antagonist. The other movie was National Treasure.
Due to some thinking and drinking I did last night, I came up with a few questions and plans for myself in the near future, actions that I think I should do so I could symbolically recant what I said in the last entry I posted about me approaching the near future kicking and screaming. Yes, I've thought of a resume. And I need some help. If any of you guys remember anything noteworthy that I did over a SPED, Brent, UBSHS, Boys' High, or over at SLU-CICS, I'd like to know. Help me refresh my memory, and I'll give you a Malteser. These things are just so fucking good, they leave a tingling in the back of your throat as you swallow them. And hey, unlike Pat Morita over there in Iron Chef, I know good milk chocolate. But back to the subject. I'm gonna need an NBI and Police Clearance, yes? What else will I need, people? Oh yeeeeah. I need loafers that are genuinely mine. Well, my own formal clothes while I'm at it. Do HR people like the smell of Lauder Pleasures? And should I shave my head? Will that still affect the decision of whoever would give me an interview? What is it, by the way, with bad impressions and bald people? Hmm.
As you can see, with every hour since my last post, I'm getting closer and closer to attaining that level of motivation to get a job. Now that I think of it, I have no right to say that I should look for a job which is my passion. The practicum I had isn't enough for me to come up with a description of what work feels like. Thus, the first job that I have will give me 2 things that I've never had in the same time: Work experience and Money of my own. Now, who can point me to a Asiatic-considerate Mafia Capo? Waitaminit. Somebody remind me to buy a rifle to take out John Bradshaw Layfield. He is a disgrace to my initials. Kurt Angle, the Undertaker and a lot of other jackasses would cough up a lot of money in gratitude.
Well hopefully I'd have a good startup disk by tomorrow, so probably by then I'll have saner entries to post. It's just different when you have 5 minute distractions. Au Revoir for now.
This is what boredom does to you. You look for any way to entertain yourself and other people, at the expense of your eyes. But I'm still here typing, right? Here goes. I present to you, ladies and gentlemen:Fun with scanners!
