A while back I did some pieces for art class in my final year of high school. I had mentioned posting it up, but I'm a lazy asshole, so I'm saying it again. I'm going to post my artz up sometime before the end of the year. Since I'm no longer aspiring to be an artist, it will probably be that last art I ever submit. But, hey, it's not like I do it all the time anyway, amirite?

So, just keep your eye out if you are interested.

Okay, so I think I understand what's happening.

Last night at around midnight, I went to sleep free of pain.
At 3:30 I wake up to discover that my body feels like someone kicked me repeatedly while I slept.

I deduce that at some point I started sleeping in a position that was tugging my back muscles from my neck. It must have been doing this for so long that I woke up to have strained back muscles.

My spine and ribs are fine. My lungs hurt only during deep breathes, when my chest has to expand to accommodate the air. My guess is that the muscles are required to move my arms, neck, and sides indirectly.
So, in a nutshell, I went to sleep weird.
However, I'm not exaggerating about the pain, it still hurts like a bitch. But, I was panicked and confused about it when I wrote my last entry, so it sounded more urgent than it was.

Still, I must thank my three friends who showed some level of concern for me. I will reply to you here and "kill" three birds with one journal entry (don't worry, I love birds).

I think I'll be fine, just slightly debilitated. I have to hunch my shoulders and cock my head a little to feel comfortable. Unfortunately though, I had college today, sooo... People saw me and yelled "Look! It's Quasi Moto!" jk, but srsly.
Thank you for caring though! If it happens to you I'll give you some advice based on experience.

Well, you tried. Thank you, though.

That could have been a bully idea, however, the costs for the doctors to determined that I strained a muscle in my sleep like an idiot would rub salt in the wounds of realizing that I strained a muscle in my sleep like an idiot.
But, you were concerned, and I am grateful. Cookie for you!

"As I'm typing this, I'm in great pain.

It's 4:00 AM here and I woke up in unbelievable pain, all in my upper back and inner chest. I don't think it's internal, just that everytime I breath in my back screams at me to stop. Yeah, and if I contract the muscle(s) between my shoulder blades, it feels like all the muscles in my upper back start firing pain signals through my body. It hurts like a bitch, and don't have a clue what to do. When my back muscles are involved in any kind of movement, I want to cry. It's that bad.

I mean, shit! What did I do? It's not like I'd been doing anything particularly strenuous to my upper back in the last two days for me to just wake up at 3:30 and POW. I worked at a coffee shop and we stand up for 10 hours, but that's about as hard as it gets. I played tennis two days ago, but it wasn't very strenuous on my back as much as my legs, and they're fine. Maybe I slept wrong, or ate something, I don't know. All I know is breathing hurts, lifting things or using my arms hurts, and moving in general hurts (getting to the computer was HELL).

If someone has any tips or advice, that would be fucking amazing right now."
BLABLABLABLA
I'm better now.

I got a job!

I work at a coffee shop now for 7.40 an hour. I have officially conformed to this capitalist societies demands and joined the rat race. Now I officially work for "the man" and am trading my happiness for money! In a way, I'm a depression hooker. At least no one had to resort to working the corner.


In other news, this old guy Tom, who was boarding with my dad and grandma for 13 years, died last night. Of what, you might ask? Well, he was 70-something and has been smoking cigarettes since he was 6. So, you can imagine what killed him. I honestly don't have the details though.
So yeah, that makes me sad. He was a cool guy. He was like the Godfather, if he were a redneck. Seriously, EVERYONE in the "family" and all his friends came to see him or called to talk to him. Like, ALL THE TIME. 90% of the phone calls to there were for Tom, and he never did anything. Mainly because he was sick. But he was still a real tough hombre. He loved to eat crab legs, loved fishing and hunting and the like. Used to be a punk who'd punch you in the face 'cause he can.
I feel sort of bad though, because just three or four weeks ago, I had my two friends Tim and Jon come over to the condo to fix their computer. While they were troubleshooting, the phone kept ringing, my dad would pick it up, and he'd yell upstairs, "Tom! It's for you!"
After a while, Tim asked,
"Who is 'Tom'?"
Jon immediately replied,
"THERE IS NO TOM."

I could not stop laughing. I knew he existed but the thought that all this time he was some sort of imaginary friend made me lose it. "Tom's the creature in the attic who is super popular."
Dad smiled a little, but I think he didn't laugh because he knew Tom's days were almost up. I'd wish I'd known that, now I feel like a prick. Ah well. He lived for a long time, espeicially considering he smoked like a chimney. I'll miss him.

Aside from that, life has been pretty complacent. I'm starting college next week, and I'm excited, anxious, and nervous as all hell. I hope I don't get a crapload of homework or shit like that. I'll study, I'll take notes, I'll even participate, please just spare me the homework assignments!

I'm not one to, what do the kids say, "blog". But, looking at my past journals I seem to notice they all are piles of suck. So, to treat any watchers and friends I may have on here, I'll give you sort of an update on my life.

Well, first of all, I JUST got my license, along with brand spanking new car. It's a 95 Ford Taurus (with fuzzy dice, 'cause that's how we DO IT). It's really comfortable but I can't drive it yet because it's in the shop. Nothing major is wrong with it, it's just got a lot of little problems that aren't too bad to fix, but like i said, ALOT.

Besides that, I've been actively searching for a job. I've applied at three bookstores, Best Buy, some coffee shops, some game stores, and a Toys R Us. That's today. It's REALLY hard to find a job when you have long hair and no experience, and I'll sooner murder a chinese hooker than cut my hair. But alas, I think that soon I will have a job and then I'll have money to pay for college and junk!
*and strippers! cough cough*

What? No, see I was coughing. I couldn't have said anything.

Anyway, yeah college. I'm going to a community college because it's cheap and their credits transfer. So once I get close to getting my assoiciates, BOOM transfer to a university. Then back to my community college again to help with my bachelor's. Bachelor's in what you say? Why, Global Studies of course!

What is Global Studies?

... I... I don't actually know...

But, it has a lot of classes that I'm really interested in, so yeah. For instance, I'm taking Early World History, English Composition 1, Economics 1(supply and demand, yay!) and American Government. 'Twill be fun.

Aside from that, not much else is going on. Well, stuff is, but it's neither good nor interesting, so I'm omitting it, as I am so used to doing. Look at it this way - if I talked about all the stuff I COULD talk about, I'd be spamming everyone's journal inboxes and who wants that? Personally, I don't. An update or inquiry (or tag) is fine every one in a while, but if we all poured our hearts out onto the internet, no one would have time for anyone. It would be like twitter is today. People update what they are doing but don't care what everyone else is doing. So, I'm doing DA society a favor and keepin' it real... real short.

You betta baleeve it!


Tagged by whatsherface...
:iconLonelyLucy: ? No...
:iconMelancholyMary: ? Nope...
Oh yeah, it was !!!


Rules
{1}.Post these rules (check)
{2}.Each tagged person must post 8 things about themselves on their journal. (check)
{3}.At the end you have to choose 8 people to tag, and post their icons on the same journal. (lame)
{4}.Go to their page and send a message saying you tagged them. (lamer)
{5}.No tag-backs. (super lame)


~ I'm a jobless bum. My mom's been bugging me to get a job to pay for college, but I'm really lazy.
~ Geez, I really don't do much of anything, do I? Like, no extracurricular activities, no job, I really am hopeless.
~ I also lack a license and a car. Yay.
~ [link] <--- This movie changed my life, and I don't care how stupid that sounds. I don't want to be an artist anymore because of it. Yeah, BIG deal, right?
~ I'm constantly questioning my beliefs and ideas, so I change my mind occasionally. I'm not a hypocrite though, as I will admit I'm wrong when I see it.
~ I LOVE to debate online. That's basically what I do on the internet. That and watch funny videos and movies. I love to laugh, so I always keep an open mind about entertainment.
~ I'm incredibly optimistic and hopeful. I don't know why.
~ I have a friend whose beliefs are polar opposite of mine. We argue all the time. He is joining the marines and proclaims himself a supporter of both communism and anarchy (how?), and he will do anything for a price. Lovely. I, on the other hand, am going to hopefully one day join the peace corps, am a supporter of resource based economies and would probably become a revolutionary or something if I can kick my laziness habit. Now, what's interesting, is that he proposed that if I ever became a leader of some revolution, he would make sure that he is the assasin hired to kill me. I proposed that I would catch him in the act and pay him double to join my cause. Instead, we agreed to be rivals, sort of like Magneto and Professor X.

I think that's 8, if my kindergarten skills haven't failed me. So, now for the poor suckers I get to make feel obligated to make a tag journal.





Yes U.


That's it. I don't know many people, so 6 is good enough. That's a C, I pass.