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New Blog Coming Soon!

So I haven’t made a post on here in forever, and I don’t really have that many people following me to begin with, but a small fanbase is better than no fanbase.

Keep your eyes peeled for my new blog, in which I read shitty books and update chapter-by-chapter on how traumatizing the experience is, with analyses and the like, so you, the reader, don’t have to.

My first foray will be into the overwhelmingly popular book Twilight. After that, who knows. Requests and suggestions are always welcome.

As are blog title ideas, because I have none. Lol.

Guhh

Day and night are merging into an amorphous and meaningless pulp. I couldn’t for the life of me figure out what day it was until I looked at my phone. The only reason I have to leave the house is to walk the dog.

I go back home in five days.

Man.

I’m usually pretty fair to myself when it comes to this stuff, but lately the only thing I’ve been able to think about for an extended period of time is the fact that I’m /the/ single friend in every one of my major circles.

Henry County, Western, Hampshire, it’s pretty much the niche I fill. And really, it’s never been a huge deal to me. I’ve never been particularly fond of being single, but I’ve always been able to deal with it just fine. I don’t know what’s different this time around, honestly. Maybe it’s because this is the longest I’ve gone without a relationship since I started dating. The number of foolish close-calls I’ve had in the past couple of months haven’t really helped, either.

Still, though, it’s hard for me to look all that seriously for a relationship since I’m not going back to Western and I’ll be leaving for the Air Force within the next year. 

This is frustrating. I want to complain, but I have no place to do so.

"Alyssa needs..."

• Me: Alyssa needs to get a tumblr.
• Alyssa: ....what's tumblr?
• Me: It's like if Twitter and LiveJournal had an illegitimate baby, left it in a dumpster behind a Denny's in Seattle where it was picked up and raised by Blogspot.
• Alyssa: .......o_0

I’ve been through the desert on a horse named Spaghetti.

I’m in bed typing this, getting ready to sleep before midnight for the first time in God knows how long. Going to do my freelance tech support thing for a construction company that’s based locally. Gotta love an industry average of $75/hour. I can undercharge by a third and still make bank, while getting a ton of word-of-mouth going. 

At any rate, staying at Dad’s has actually been pretty cool. The house is tiny and reeks of dog, but it’s actually pretty home-y when you get used to it. I missed Bluey, I grew up with that dog and it’s nice to see him on a daily basis again. He’s getting damn old, though. He’ll be 12 in November, and for a dog his size (A Siberian Husky-German Shepherd mix, you do the math) he’s starting to reach the bottom of the barrel. Old grey-faced bastard dog. I love him. Then there’s Pogo, aptly named because the thing can jump about three feet in the air flat-footed. I tell people he’s a mutant because I’m not sure what breed to call him. He’s a small little mutt-dog-thing. I’ve woken up with him on my stomach literally every morning I’ve been here. It’s nice. I’m trying to hammer out the kinks in his fetch game. Right now he’s got about a 25% chance to bring a toy back when I throw it. He’s a work in progress.

Back to mom’s on Wednesday to dogsit for a week and a half. Neither good nor bad, honestly. It’ll be cool if I can procure some company for a day here and there, but taking a week to just relax is never something I’m going to say no to. I’ll just burn another several hours through Red Dead Redemption.

I named my horse Spaghetti.

Rube Goldberg Machine Breaks Cadbury Cream Egg - CollegeHumor video

I fucking love Rube Goldberg devices.

I haven’t posted something on this thing in forever.

And I’m not sure why. It’s probably because I’m either too boring to have anything to write about, or too busy to find time to write about it. There’s really no grey area. Oh well.

This is my last day at my mom’s house for a week or so, and honestly I’m too excited to get out of Frankfort. Don’t get me wrong, I love getting to see my mom and I might even admit to missing her while I was on campus, but playing with the dog stops being entertaining after a few hours. There’s not really much else to do but play video games, and I can only do that for so long before I go stir crazy.

Coming back to Henry County means staying with my dad, which isn’t going to be the best situation ever, but I do miss him. At least then I’ll have friends within a reasonable distance.

That’s really the kicker. Being in school spoiled me with the whole “More friends you can ever need, within about five minutes’ walking distance” thing. In Frankfort there’s literally no one around that I know, and it’s really depressing.

At least it’s only for a few more hours and then I can spend a week back in HC. After that, I’ll be dogsitting in Frankfort for a little over a week (I kind of dread it), but then I’m back in HC for good. 

And by “for good” I mean “until I lose enough weight to join the Air Force”.

Happy Anarchist Tip of the Day #3:

The last four numbers in your social security number are the only ones that point specifically to you. The first five are given by the year and place you were born.

Happy Anarchist Tip of the Day #2

PVC pipe filled with A/B sealing foam is nigh unbreakable.