We have a pulse!

I'm way too lazy to manually find all my old bookmarks, so I have a task for you:

Link me to your favorite webcomics!

Thanks,
Cameron

PC Issues and Cancelled Parties

If you're planning on coming here tomorrow, change your plans. With my PC out of action I couldn't plan it myself and so I couldn't perfect anything. In the future, I'll tell anyone who wants to plan anything here to wait until I can plan it myself. Sorry for the inconvenience. It'll be rescheduled. Amber's newfound health will be celebrated in good time.

That didn't work.

Go back and read my first couple posts. They detail the destruction of my social life by a second shift job. I thought first shift would change that. It didn't do shit. Now instead of showing up late for events I don't show up for them at all because I have to sleep if I don't want to be dead the next day. I'm either working or bored or sleeping and I'm always tired. I'd have to go to bed at ten every night to get eight hours. At least with second shift I got enough sleep and I was fully awake at night when events did happen. I should be at Jimmy's at the moment. I figured I'd get home at four, shower and eat, and be there around five. Instead I'm dead on my feet again. I have no attention span and I'm unwilling to socialize. Fuck this. Fuck it all. I'm asking CBS to switch me to second shift when this assignment runs out.

First shift, you have failed me.

Working Working Working

Just an update. I'll shell one of these out occasionally to make up for lack of IM, Facebook, and MySpace activity.

Got the car washed and waxed yesterday. Still need to do the wheels and windows, but that can wait a few weeks until I get the window fixed and replace my tires. What matters is that the leather shines.

I'm trying to install DSL (Damn Small Linux) on my flash drive. If I manage that I'll have a version of FireFox that's bootable from that and I'll have internet access again. Hopefully DSL can use my wireless card.

All my favorites are gone, naturally. I'll need you all to leave a link to your blogs as comments on this message.

Finally, if you haven't heard the news, Amber kicked cancer's ass. Expect a shindig in celebration.

-Cameron

Update update update:
Bought a hard drive today. It isn't as big as the old one - only 40 gigs versus 60, but I only use 20-30 anyway so it doesn't matter. I should be computing freely again by Friday night. That's when I'll start checking all of your blogs again.

Text me sometime, people. I'm feeling a little left out without my internet. If you don't have the number, comment me and I'll post it for you.

Hey, bad news!

I got called in to work this morning from 6-11 AM. I can't get out of it, but I'll be here to work on the car by noon. Hopefully you volunteers check blogs when you wake up like I do. I'd have posted this earlier, but

Problem #2: My hard drive failed. My laptop therefore doesn't work. At all. I'm going to check this, Facebook, and MySpace daily but I don't have your blogs because I lost my favorites. I should have this fixed in a week or two. Until then don't expect me to IM anyone; I won't have access to a client. As I've just lost my primary means of communication, I suspect I'll go absolutely bat-fuck insane within the week, as I'm basically unable to communicate with any of you.

Stagnation

Nothing is wrong and that scares the shit out of me.

My friendships have settled down. I've gone without the slightest crush since January. I have a job that pays just well enough to support me. Nothing at all is wrong. Life is great right now. I can't tell you how unhappy that makes me, but I can explain why it freaks me out.

I am not internally motivated. If I'm going to change I have to be forced. I didn't drop out of college, I was removed because I stagnated and failed out. I didn't get rid of my Nissan; my parents made me replace it. I thrive in disaster because it motivates me. It forces my hand. Right now, with nothing going wrong, nothing will force me to do anything and I'm worried I could stay like this forever. You know I have no desire at all to go back to college? All I have is a desire to have that desire. I don't feel like I have much of a purpose and I don't know what to do about it. I'm so used to cleaning up messes that I don't know how to live when life settles down and I'm not sure how I can learn or if I can ever really be happy with happiness. The only thing that can lay me low is good times, I guess. Maybe that's the side effect of living so close to nervous breakdown for so long. Maybe you find that without regular misery you can't experience real joy.

Welcome to life in low-contrast.

Chariot Polish

Sometime in the near future I'm detailing my car. Gonna get the tires rotated and aligned this week, and probably next weekend I want to fully wash, polish, and wax the Jetta inside and out. Got to clean the dust off the dash, the scratches out of the paint, and the brake dust off my alloy wheels. It'll take forever if I'm alone doing it, though, so I'm asking for your help. I drive several of you around, so it'd be great if I could get some volunteers to shine up a car that serves everyone.

Thanks,
Cameron
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Now playing: Weezer - My Name Is Jonas
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Exaggerations.

I've come to realize that Ethan and I are exaggerations of our progenitors. My dad cares little about anything. His apathy is astounding. My mom can't say no to a call for aid. We have each chosen a parent.

I took myself to ruin by putting others first. I care so little for my own mental health that I'll let myself get to the breaking point in the process of worrying about others and often base my mood on how my cadre as a whole is feeling. I can't explain why I do it. It just seems natural and right to give a damn, even when people are shouting that some friends are lost causes. Fortunately, it led to a group of friends that really cares and a reputation I'm absolutely proud of.

Ethan, on the other hand, doesn't even respect his own mother. He's short-tempered and violent. Mom often comes home crying, thinking she failed as a parent. Ethan has failed as a person. He does nothing for anyone and serves only himself and has therefore ended up with few if any friends and no confidantes to speak of.

I think I'm just waiting for WWIII. He can be just another corpse, face-down in the mud. This goes beyond sibling rivalry and well into the realm of hate. Someday in the future he's going to knock on my door. He'll be cold, hungry, penniless, and I will shut the door in his face.
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Now playing: Coconut Records - West Coast
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Adrift

This happened last time I got a steady warehouse job.

I spent 8 hours a day talking to exactly nobody except for muttered questions related to work or comments about the weather. At Gates I at least talked to the coworkers and felt welcome. Once again I'm in the first week at a job where I get almost no human contact and I'm just another face. This time, though, I've got no smoking spot to hang out at on breaks. There I shared a table with people at the smaller warehouse and had conversations. I knew more names than just the people supervising and training me. I could also break out the phone while janitoring without risk of getting fired. I had access to friends via text. Even now you wake up midway through my shift, or you will once summer starts. Once again I'm feeling kind of alone. If you read any of the blog posts from then (I started this when I was working, so go straight to the earliest archives if you're curious.) I was having the same problem. I wanted to be left alone. I figured I'd be happier when I wasn't spending four nights a week chilling with friends. I figured I'd be happier when I was getting more sleep. I was wrong. The last two nights have been buoyed by Little Kings left from Saturday. I've run out of those.

I want to be left alone, but even I need people. When I get used to people relying on me, I guess I start to fall apart when they're gone.
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Now playing: Minus Story - Stitch Me Up
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Holy god!

It's everywhere!