Comic Books, Drag Race, & Life in New Zealand
by krisis
And, of course, as soon as i get back to my apartment i immediately feel sick. I know it’s because of all the negative energy i’ve been producing… because i always drop my guard mentally and immunologically whenever i’m feeling mean. So, now i have to suffer through the rest of my vacation sick. Isn’t this nice? First i was marooned in florida, then i was locked at home with my awful old computer, and now i’m sick (and still working every day this week). Oh boy.
by krisis
I apologize for my temporary absences; i typically do take Monday & Wednesday off because of school work, but after that huge rush of posts this weekend i feel as though i’m responsible for a letdown. I did wind up writing that song, though, so hopefully i’ll record it tonight and post it. I slept through my Recording Studio class today because i felt a bit sick, and the sleeping was helping. Afterward i realized we had a test, which might have subliminally had something to do with the sleeping, but i’m not sure. The funny thing about that class is that i’m great at all the studio stuff, but i keep getting B’s on the tests. I can’t stand that… but, i aced yet another C++ test, so all’s well. I still have a 100% in my C++ class — i wish i could take 10% off of it and spread it around to the rest of my classes
by krisis
Today at the shop we did our #3 all time sales total, which means i have worked the closing shift on each of the three highest grossing days ever. I think i deserve an award. Instead, they appear to have infected me with an alien disease from which i’ll never recover. gee, thanx guys…
by krisis
I think i’m sick. Or dying. I don’t know… i’m very hot even though i’m not running the slightest temperature, and i can’t seem to get comfortable. I think someone drugged me while i was at work or something…
by krisis
Sometimes i think it’d just be easier if i sat here and just communicated with myself and the people on the computer who i can’t ever touch. Of course, songs don’t come from sitting in a room with just yourself; you at least need issues to stew over. Not that i don’t have any issues… god knows i have issues. To be shockingly honest, i should definitely see a psychologist every once and a while. But i don’t … i couldn’t. The things that make me what i am are so buried that i barely can remember them all at once, let alone rattle them off in a chronological list. But that’s not what you do at the psychologist … of course, they aren’t the great Oracle either. They can’t answer any question you can’t answer yourself, just point you in the right direction.