GOW2 sucks. I just snapped the disc in half and threw it away.
Problem is, it was a fun game, until you get to one of the "turning a gear that rewinds every time you let go to fight off one of the 15,000 annoying repetitive enemies attacking you" parts.
I hate that game.
And what an odd thing to post about considering I haven't posted in months. Guess I just needed to vent somewhere where the world could see.
So, I don't even know if I remember how to do this. lol
For anyone who even reads this or wants to know that I'm still alive, here's how things are:
1. I met someone named Kevin 2. Kevin and I live together now 3. We are moving away next year sometime 4. I don't work at Geox anymore 5. I work at an architectural firm 6. I still don't sleep well 7. Christmas has me stressed out (as usual) 8. I miss my friends and the sense of normalcy that being with them brought me 9. I hope I'm doing the right thing.
Life is so freaking wonderful in this very moment. I'm enjoying this moment. Who knows what comes next, but for this moment everything I see is gold. :)
I had a great weekend, and I might be changing my moving plans from Taiwan to London, and I might be leaving this summer or at the end of the summer. It all depends on how quickly I'm promoted at work, which will probably start happening in the coming weeks. Huzzah for life. And huzzah for me!
I'm thinking about moving back home. I intend on using this entry to list the positives and negatives for me to return to in a week or two and help in making a decision.
Pros:
-My brother in law wants to open another photo shop, and he wants me to run it. I would be in charge and pretty much have free reign over what happens within.
-I miss my nephews so much, and from what I've heard from them and my family, they miss me too. Apparently the younger one has fallen into a sullen depression since I left. No matter how miserable I am down there, its bettter with those two.
-I could buy a house and a sexy new car with what I'd be getting paid. You're right, I don't have any furniture, but that's another excuse to spend money, and I always love those.
-I'd have time and resources to expand my photography interests.
Cons:
-I'd be in Nowheresville, USA. There's no one there that I care to be friends with, and the feeling is pretty mutual.
-I think right now I'm just in a funk because I'm not working and my stuff is kind of in a mess. And I hate to admit it, but I miss the shit out of Kyle too, and if I moved back home, most likely I wouldn't see him again.
-I'd pretty much have no future except for working with my bro in law. There isn't any other place that I'd want to work.
-I'd miss Sarah and Annie as much as I would miss my legs if they were cut off. And everyone else to some degree, but those two chiefly. I've only seen them one night since I got here, but I've also been simmering in my room every day since I got here. Maybe once I'm settled I'll resume having something of a social life.
-Its lonely as hell down there. Meaning, there's no one I can be with without the entire town talking about it, and that's assuming I can even find someone. :(
I don't know that there would be any sort of permanence to this move. Taipei is still in the back of my head brewing, and my friend there is getting married this year, so I'll be over there at some point this year hopefully.
I think I'm just lonely in general. My poor communication skills combined with my hatred of the telephone, and my foul temper the first 6 months I was down there I think chased off everyone I've ever known.
I wish I could talk to Jennifer or John. They always gave the best advice. You know, excpet for that whole robbing the boss and leaving the country idea.
Ok, I'm gonna go perk on this for a week or two. Maybe things will get a lot better when I start working.
I called up Alexa at Bergdorf's Sunday night and told her I needed gloves, a hat, an evening dress, two coats,12 sweaters, a couple hair accessories, a slouchy belt, and some stockings, because I threw my old ones out by accident. I needed a new watch, too—something modern and new but traditional and in platinum—but I just called up Enrico for that, because he knows my hands.
Well, Monday morning rolled around, and then it was Monday afternoon, and I still didn't have my purchases. When Alexa finally showed up, I understood why she'd taken so long—she had clearly gone out of her way to hand pick the most hideous pieces from the most hideous collections, carefully ensuring, while she was at it, that several of the items were not even in my size. (I'm a Versace 6, a Marc Jacobs 4.)
I don't understand what was going through her head when she chose that J. Mendel evening dress. Basic black? I'm not trying to buy an evening dress that I'll be able to wear for years to come, thank you.
I may as well have a colorblind Mongoloid doing the job for me. And her voice. That awful, mousy little mumbled falsetto. "Enunciate!" I said. "It's no wonder you're living in a fifth-floor walkup."
And La Perla bras? Completely off the mark. I told her I wanted sexy, not a bra for my grandmother. If that's her idea of sensuous lingerie, it's no wonder she can't keep a man committed to her.
I try to be forgiving to the poor girl, because I know that it must be hard to be so unattractive, but some of these items go beyond the pale. The Be & D handbag looked like something an insane person would carry. And when I asked her to pick up my dry cleaning, she acted like I was the one out of line. Two words. Service. Industry. Thank you.
I could perhaps have humored her if she came back with two or three gaudy cashmere sweaters. Taste is, after all, subjective. That she brought me 12, however, is more than I should have to endure. I took the sweaters to spare myself the hassle, but Lord knows they're going to be sitting in the back of my closet unworn ten years from now.
I should have gone with that homosexual with the harelip, Chi-Chi.
I could fire her, but then I would have to go through this incredible bore every afternoon when I go to Bergdorf's. Besides, it's more than I can do right now. I'm up to my ears in planning next season's winter formal. This is a disaster.
Maybe I can just hand the Be & D to a homeless person. They might be thrilled. Wait, Janice Goldman's daughter adores Be & D. I'll give Janice the bag next time I see her in the park, pretend this never happened, and just pray that Marie Elaine has fared better.
I just realized something that I should be proud about that I haven't though about before.
I can get shit done. When it comes right down to it, I think I can do anything I want.
I wanted to pack up my life and move to NY, so I did, and it wasn't that hard. I wanted to move from Ellery Street apt, even if the new apartment cost more, and we did. I wanted to move out last month, and into an even more expensive apartment, so I did. I wanted to finish school, and I am.
When I want something, I can make it happen. It sounds all inspirational and a lame, but I think it might be true. Now let's see if I can fly or have laser beams shoot out of my eyes, cause I want that too.
I'm enjoying how things seem so hard when they're happening, but once they're finished, they don't seem that hard at all.
I love my new apartment, I can't wait to get back to it and unpack. Wait till you see the view from the roof, its heartstopping.
I just thought that I'd take a moment to appreciate myself for not being one of the people that's all talk. I'm glad for myself. Not quite conceited yet. ;)
It might sound cliché, but you've got to throw my severed head into that discount bin!
I've moved. I flew up on friday and flew back on monday morning. In that time I managed to:
1) find a new apartment 2) move all my stuff to said new apartment 3) find a new roommate for Kyle 4) set the world aright
I think I've feng shui'd my life now, the whole of it feels much better and I think that my chi flow is optimal right now. *cackle* I've always wanted to say something silly like that.
Just in case anyone wanted to know. I still live in the same neighborhood, I only moved like 4 blocks away.
pissed off
anxious
silly