my life's a bargain basement basement; all the good shit's gone
Yep, in case you didn't recognize it, those are lyrics from a Bon Jovi song. I really dig 'em. The band, not Jon Bon Jovi the man. That guy's a queer. Kinda like Matchbox 20. I love those guys, but Rob Thomas is a fucking tool.
Back to the point. I dig Bon Jovi. I've been listening to them alot lately. I dunno what it is... can't put my finger on it... but they make pretty decent music. It makes ya feel good. Some of it is inspirational to me. Not in the sense that I wanna go out and pray. But it just... well... I dunno... makes me wanna write. They've got some pretty decent love songs, too. I imagine that when I sit down to write those love letters I talked about, to someone that doesn't exist, I'll be listening to some of these songs. This ain't a love song, Thank you for loving me, Always, Bed of Roses, even Someday I'll be Saturday Night.
Okay, on to something a little less queer. Well, I guess the next bit is debatable. All depends on who's reading, and how they view what I've got to say. Not really that big of a deal... And, well, what have I got to be afraid of? This Sunday night, I'm gonna be hanging out with my mother. Have ye heard of the "Revue" that tours the province every year around this time? It's some kinda comedy troupe that looks at the events of the previous year (in this case, said year would be 2008... duh).
Well, me and my mom are going to go see it. I look forward to it, actually. Dad would be coming along, but he wouldn't enjoy it. He's hearing impared, and as a result, he can't really hear much of what would be said.
So like I said, I really look forward to it. I haven't been out to socialize since I got home, and even though I'll be socializing with my mother, at least I'm gonna get out of the house.
Since I've quit smoking (this is now day 2 without a ciggie), I've had no reason to really leave the house. I don't have a job, mostly because I am anxiously awaitng for the EI to roll in. The last time I got a job in this town I just got stuck into a god damn rut. I do not care to make that happen again. And while this is going to sound very arrogant, I see myself as above the kind of work that this town has to offer. Well, the kinda work that's offered without the benefit of a post-secondary education, anyhow. Not the people that do the work, but the work itself. I'm above it. I deserve better.
So I'm going to get on the welf, and bide my time until I go back to school in September.
And what shall I do with all this free time? It's simple. Get my mind and body in optimal shape. I have nearly eight months to get myself in the shape I deserve to be in. Eating right, working out, and reading the right books will surely help me. Writing ain't gonna hurt, either. I can work on my confidence, as well, seeing as though I've got none in the real world.
I'm gonna get myself a degree. After doing some research/thinking, maybe the teaching thing isn't my thing. I am gonna have to study math. I have no desire to do it.
Well, I do but I don't. I really would rather not. I talked about it in a previous blog.
A degree in linguistics, or something like that, would greatly help my writing. Studying psychology wouldn't hurt, either. Anything that could help me with my writing. Anything that could expand my mind, so to speak. I'm always looking to learn something. Anything. Everything.
The day I stop learning is the day I want someone to put a bullet in my brain.
Like I said, great things are in store for me in 2009. Just you watch.
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You can't stop learning. It isn't a choice. It's is a natural process over which you have no control. So no worries about the bullet.
You may have misunderstood me just a little bit. I don't always speak in such literal terms, Ashley.
Me either.
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