A Bitter View

After playing phone tag the whole week with the secretary, I went up to the school which I thought would be my last day there and I met the dean to see if there could be some way I could continue to go to school. He looked at my transcript and let me know what classes to take again and he's letting me continue. I register next week. My F.T.W. mood is fading. That is all.

Trying to upgrade my PSP ( so I can hack it, heh) The upgrade failed which caused it to brick (kill) my PSP. Since I bought it this year (when i had a job) I'm able to return it for a new one thru its warranty (just pay for damn shipping). I just hope they dont send me one with the highest upgrade. Couldn't do jack with it then. Aw well.

Since aint shit happening for me right now.

I was at the local recycling center with my two bags of cans seeing what I get for them when 2 females and a kid get in front of me to drop their 6 bags of cans. They drop the cans and it was about 40lbs, I was thinking at 60 cents a pound they were getting a nice amount. The worker then went into the bags and pulled out wrapped up two liters filled with water. Five pounds now off the weigh in. The worker then proceeded to go through all the bags and sure enough, at least 4 liters of dirty water were in each. He took them out and let them know they don’t take plastics. Here I am, biting my lip trying not to laugh. They had a look on their face like “how’d that get in there?” They thought they were slick. After all the liters were taken out, the weigh dropped to 25lbs and they left with a good 16 bucks. After I got my 4 dollars, which I put all into my car later on, I laughed all the way out. That shit was funny, although a good devious hustle if it would’ve worked.

Just when I thought I was safe. My reflux kicked in like crazy. I barely got any sleep. I spent most of the day wrestling with the pain and drinking baking soda water to ease it. After a full 16 hours I was able to sleep again. My mother asked me why dont I take myself to the doctor? I told her I cant afford one. Not even the 60 bucks a visit doctor at the moment. I ate nothing that day and suffrered a headache because of dehydration.

I checked my academic status online. it still isnt lifted. Its now wednsday. I just got my letter of notification saturday saying the commission will not review this semester. Well I got till friday. If nothing happens then im out another semester.

At least he died doing something he loved. I respect him 4 that. GodSpeed Mr. Irwin

The school finally lifted my status and let me register this semester. I was already planning to do otherwise by calling the plant firm and letting them know I can start Tuesday morning. It was then at 4:37 PM that the registrar office let me know that, I was able register with no withholdings. Today was the last day of book vouchers that ended at 4:45. If I register, I will be without books for at least a week. I was ready to sit this semester out and wait until January. It was then that my spiritual advisor told me that I agreed upon. I have already skipped 2 semesters already. More sitting out will delay my time to finish school until ’09 at the most. I realize I gotta do this. The real problem lies with if I take this job travel will be a mutha. I will be traveling about 80 – 100 miles a day from work to school. I’m not sure if my ride is up to it. Public transportation will cost me more time. I’m measuring the situation and my only advantages to this gig is:

• I will get paid weekly
• Its only one month
• Its immediate money and im in need.

The struggle is on, I realize it aint gonna be easy. I’ll need the strength to do all three. Your mind will tell you can but the body will let you know you can’t. No other place is calling, I dont want to go back to teach. I will have to make this work, got bills & tickets to pay off.

After a good calculation of expenses (Tolls, Gas and Repair) I knew I couldnt afford to go that far for work. A beggar can be choosy. I'm gonna turn in my papers to teach.

I did get two calls for interviews. One was another damn temp agency. I did get a interview thursday with a job I dont remember applying to.

My moms let my uncle know who is apart of CPS to see if he can hook me up with a gig. He told her I didnt like working with kids. Not entierly true, I fretted the staff more. On one condition: I can't let anyone know we're related. No problem.

Man, why do I have so much bad luck?

I stopped praying, I just give thanks for what I have and keep it moving.

Why do so many dudes have better luck at e-mackin than me?

I'm tired of seeing all my "friends" on myspace with women comments and all I got on mine are rappers promotin their shit.

Am I that introverted, hermit & anti-social?

I need to improve my social skills.

The job interview went well (I think), now I have to see if i get a 2nd interview.

The damn school kicked me out of registration AGAIN! This time because my financial aid wasnt fast enough.

I cant afford NOT to go to school.

My moms claiming my workin at the lab isnt worth going to if i cant barely afford to pay for anything. I told her alittle is better for nothing. I appreciate everything she's doing for me. I'd be homeless without her.

She repaired my car for the umpteenth time. Im paying her back by doing her lawn.

I feel i'm riding so dirty im shared shitless to drive my car. soon as i'm pulled over im arrested.

The dollar store will become very aquainted with me.

I gotta stretch out 60 bucks for 2 weeks.

Why is it that dudes give me attitude when I ask for their monthly fee to keep their site hosted with me?

Sheeeit, all ya'll making more than me combined, and they think they're struggling?

Man, im getting tired of constantly deleting spam off this here blog. I think i'll switch to Wordpress...

Me: Hello?
Dumbass: Can I speak to ya manaja?
Me: This is a residence phone, dude.
Dumbass: Can I speak to ya manaja?
Me: This ain’t Wendy’s phone no more.
Dumbass: Can I speak to ya manaja?
Me: You’re an Idiot.

**Click**

Maybe the dude was retarded, I don’t know. For a while the phone was safe and we didn’t have calls in months till recently.

Me: Hello
Blowed: Yeah, how much is it for 16 piece nuggets?
Me: Wrong number man
Blowed: FUUUUUCK YOUUUUUUU!
Me: Call KFC & layoff the chronic, stupidass!

**click**

Keep in mind this was 2 different people. I told my bro he cracked up. He told me Wendy’s never had 16 piece nuggets in the first place. I figured dude had the munchies. Maybe I should start using a residence greeting from now on. The damn phone company is to blame. I learned that when I went to the local pizza hut. Once I put my number in they instantly called out “Wendy’s?” No.

I sit down on my bed to watch some tv/
(machine gun fire) do my ears decieve me/
Nope, thats the fourth time this week/
another fast brother shot dead in the street...

Today, I was enjoying my TiVoed episode of Studio 60 (tight series so far by the way) when I heard 5 loud bangs outside my door. I know it’s a weekday so the kids (who didn’t drop out) were at school. It was then I knew what I heard wasn’t firecrackers. What assured me was a voice yelling “I’m calling a ambulance!” Yeah the dumb ass drop out drug dealers made the block hot again by putting some hot ones in somebody.

The ambulance came within about 10 minutes afterward (I was impressed) and the police shut the whole block down for over 5 hours checking anyone who even put one foot on the corners. Once 5-0 left I headed to work. Once I came back the giant camera/bright lamp post had been added to the block. This initially declares a block they will have their eye on for up to 7 days at the most. The fools will lay low till they remove the post and continue their hustling.

Looks like I got my own personal version of the wire at home. Just another reason I need a job to get up outta here.