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Well, holy oldness. It's been a fucking grip. I'm not in Nome anymore, for the one person who doesn't know this. I was duped into coming back to Anchorage, and not in the normal sense. "Hey son, we need you to babysit here in Anchorage for a weekend, do you want to come back and do it? I'll buy your ticket back to Nome." Or something to that affect. "Sure, I'll come back, I wanna buy the last installment of Harry Potter, I don't think I can last months on end." Kind of vague there, but I said I'd do it. "Great, see you next week, and for the rest of the year." Implied.
So, I stayed. Babysat. Called into work and told them I was laid up in Anchorage for a couple days. "Am I even going back to Nome, dad?" Implied. "No." Straight answer. "Thanks for screwing over my job, fucker." Meant as if I would say it to a friend.
I stayed in Anchorage, skated a little, read Harry Potter 3 times, bought a couple books, read Harry Potter again. Played guitar, Halo 2, installed Counter Strike: Source. Oh yeah, that using, lying, cheating, stupid whore isn't with me anymore (those were all objective point of views, ask anybody). She moves pretty fast. Lol.
So, after losing two jobs in one summer, due to the fact that one loss was due to emotional distress (my own), and the other was caused by an Iron Fist, I kind of rue the day some one asks me about my work history. I won't go into details about the emotional issues, as they are private. I basically was owned in the ass by a very large and hard dildo. Jesus is my homie, but God is displeased by me. (Jesus is a rebel).
I've enrolled in college once again, and I am currently attending UAA (again, for those of you who don't know, third tries the... good one), and I'm taking five classes, barely full time, and I'm already dropping one, due to the fact I was blinded by how much this class owned my face. I can't reach it in the winter because I mob a moped everywhere. I'd have hop two or three buses to get there. I'm going to be trashing my totally awesome-when-it-was-working
-but-is-now-a-piece-of-shit truck and selling the wheels/tires for a couple hundred dollars (they have less than fifty miles on them). I'm going tomorrow as a last ditch effort to see if I can get it fixed for free or a very low price as a project car, to be used by the uni.
Well, for the time being, I'm just going to go to class, do homework, and have halo touney's with friends and family. Maybe get out and get some videos, pictures, and songs to put up here. In the mean time, take care.
Blue Puffin Leader out.
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| A hair's breadth away. I leave on the 8th, as I've mentioned before.
I've got a job at the Tesoro, making 13-16 dollars and hour. Way better
than the post office, I'll be working with people, so I won't get as
depressed. I'll be gone for a year at the least. I can't wait to be
there, living almost basically on my own, with family and help right
down the street. I don't know what I'm going to do. I guess just settle
down and cool it for a while. I'm going to try to take classes at the
local university. Make music, do shit that I want to do, that I don't
have time for here. Eat, drink, piss, shit. You know, me time. Maybe
sleep. I've also got like a list of people who already want to visit
while I'm there. Well, I'm out, I can't make up my mind on what I want
to talk about. Hit me back if you've got the time. L8a.
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| (Start: June 30, 11:46 p.m.)
Yesterday was my birthday, and not much happened in terms of everyone
doing anything for me, which I didn't mind that much. I went to Wasilla
with a couple friends to drop off a friend, then we went and got pizza
and chilled for a couple hours, riding around a shit. I also bought a
hundred dollars worth of fireworks. I don't know why, we haven't used
many, but they're gonna be fun when we do.
Also, I ended the "friendship" between me and my ex (she broke up with
me last week). She was being a bitch, trying to make me jealous, after
some other shit she already tried to pull. So I said goodbye. In a very
cold manner, but she fucked with me first.
I leave for Nome on the 8th of July, a day after Summer Meltdown :D!
I'm fucking excited, I can't wait to be home with friends and family. I
especially can't wait to go reindeer herding and bridgejumping. I've
got a camera again, and a laptop, both of which will be going with me
to Nome, so I will have plenty of pics to post up here after a couple
days of being there.
I'm also either going back to school this fall, or I will be living in
Nome for a long while, just living with my sister and a cousin in a 2
bedroom apartment. If I do live in Nome, they've got a small community
college there i can attend classes at. I wouldn't mind that.
On the downside of things, I haven't shown up or called in to work in 3
days, and the 2nd is my last day. Oh well, I hate it there with a
passion now. I don't know, it's a great job, but I really can't stand
doing the same thing over and over, everyday for weeks on end. It's
getting old.
I've been trying to write a couple songs (again), but they always end
up going no where. I get close to finishing them, but then my stance on
something related changes. So I think I'm going to stick to writing
about things I don't feel, because I change too much. But I do like how
they sound, they just need a little work.
I lost 20 lbs. in 2 weeks in June. I was told it's unhealthy, and I
could gain it back as fast, but it's still gone. I don't eat all that
much. More than I did those 2 weeks, but still not enough. Just thought
I'd mention it.
I'm going to be piercing my lip, eyebrow, and the upper cartilage of my ear in the next week. I can't wait.
I'm running out of things to say, because I'm so goddamn bored. So I think I'll end it here for now. Peace out, home fries.
(End: July 1, 12:11 a.m.)
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| So, life is decidedly neutral...
Bullshit with the girls in the family, but I also have a girlfriend. And work is great.
Ummm.. Music is at a stand still, I can't really think of how to start
or end songs, but I've got plenty of random shit going. And I've got 7
songs up on teh webzors, at http://www.purevolume.com/eternalsunset and http://uk.myspace.com/mikelnaygull.
Well, it wouldn't let me kill the underline there... Anyways. Check them out if you've got the time.
Skateboarding is at a standstill. Aj won't call me back, I don't know
why, and Paul comes in on the 25th from the slope. So I spend my time
sleeping, working, or talking/trying to locate/chill with Edith.
Let's see, what else... My perception of reality changed last night. My
friend gave me a "riverflow", and it was insane. Then I came home, sat
outside my house thinking, and went for a walk with him. A lot of wierd
shit happened, too... It was fucking insane. So many cops...
I don't know what else there is to talk about, I'd love to rant about
some pointless topic, but I've got a lot to think about, and have had
this going on for like, 4 months. I'm not so care free and wild
anymore... Although if you do have a topic you'd like to debate about,
I'd be happy to give it a go, whether it be for fun, or some project
you have or whatever.
Well, I'm off to play my guitar, and harass my cat. But mostly my
guitar >:). Hopefully I'll rant about something useless in the near
future, as long as I can avoid all this stupid shit that hovers around
me. I think I'm a black hole for this shit...
And it makes me a recluse, I don't like talking to very many people
anymore, and stupid shit like this is why. There are other reasons, and
those just happen to be normal everyday happenings, like death and
losing loved ones, and not having as many friends as you used too...
But when I do talk, I try not to hide my truth from anyone anymore.
People always asked me to keep quiet, and I phailed. Now I phail on
purpose. If you don't want shit, don't talk shit. Thats all there is to
it. Seriously. I just happen to talk shit a lot. I'm waiting for it to
try to bite me in the arse someday. It nibbles daily.
I'm tired of losing people. People are so goddamn retarded. I see
things the same way I always have. People just get to know me better.
They don't like what they see. Oh well. Too bad, because I would've
been there for you anyways. It's all about being openminded, and being
able to except others for who they are... Unless what they do is
against what you believe with all the heart you have. Thats where I
draw the line at being "openminded". Sounds reasonable, no? Well, some
people don't like it. Some people just take things too seriously. I'm
tired of those kind of people, they've fucked me over. And the ones who
think they know what I'm thinking, just because of what I've said and
how I've said it in the past. I know that sentence sounds weird, but
people often do misread what I think, then I have to explain what I
actually think. If I ask someone to repeat something, it's because I
wasn't paying attention, or I can't hear you.
Yep, no one knows me...
Hahaha, how cliched, emo, and hilarious of a rant. But thats how I feel
right now. Wow, all that, after I said bye... Well, for real, I'm out,
and don't eat that meat. Peace
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I got a call the other day from one 'Jewelle', asking if I would like a job out at the airport. "Sure," I replied. I hadn't applied anywhere out there. I was a little perplexed, but she straightened it out from there. She said I was to be re-hired if I would like, and I could be there for up to a year. So, as I said before, "Sure."
It's been two days, today being my third. I actually have to be asleep by 7 a.m. if I want to be rested for 6 hours. 20 minutes.
That girl was not worth the effort, and she's finally realizing that she made the wrong choice, after being warned by all of us, turning me down once, then not realizing her mistake after I gave her a month. I'm sorry if I sound a little really conceited, but ask any of us, I did try to show her I would be better. But alas, she fucked up. Oh well.
Guitar has been mucky, I've got several idea's, but no real full songs as of yet. And of the songs I do have recorded, my younger sister has them all on her iPod, and so does my little brother. It's pretty cool, they like my music. Everyone still tells me to sing louder, and several newer songs you can actually hear me along with the music, but thats how the older ones are sung. Kind of blending in and out with it, I like it. The newer songs, for the most part, have vocals that actually make sense to the listener.
Before I got the job, I had just been sitting at home, watching movies/tv, or out with frineds donig whatever the fuck we wanted.
Walking around places, shitting around, or inside playing video games, or maybe something a little more productive. I also Quit smoking. And Drinking.
Fuck-a-doodle-do.
Okay, seriously, I've got pink eye, and I'm tired. Also a sore throat. Life's a bitch, trying
to get over stupid shit.Oh well, at least when my year is up
at work, I get to go back to school, for real this time, and maybe get a full semester under my belt. Who knows, I might make a year.
Well homies, I'll talk to you later, and update when I've got time. Blue Puffin Leader, out.
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