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Oooh. Jon writes. Yeah, it happens every once in a while. I can't say that this blog will be substantial, but there will be things written in it. A few of you have been wondering where I've been. Well, I've been around. A lot of the problems, which spurred similar gaps in blogging, still exist. During the week, I have obscene amounts of free time. This kind of free time makes me lethargic and instead of actually doing something productive, I find myself wandering from room to room in search of things to do. Sometimes, I work on my research. Other times, I work out or run. Most of the time, I talk to friends, look for work, and sit on my ever-expanding ass and watch the food channel.
Another reason I have not been writing is that I've been content. I've been spending a lot of time with T., and for some reason, she makes me happy. I can't figure it out either. I've been saying for a long time that I never wanted to get into another relationship because women are generally nutty and harsh on the mind and spirit, but this one seems sane. We get along extraordinarily well and have much in common. She's willing to try anything and she'll keep up with me without complaint, provided that she's wearing the proper footwear. T. is a bit older, which probably explains her apparent sanity. I guess older women have their shit together. I didn't think I'd find myself in a May-June type of relationship, but everything's been meshing like a beautiful transmission. We're steadily shifting gears and the road's been quite nice. She travels a lot, so my weeks are my own. I do miss her and I'd like her around more often, but there are some advantages to having clear weeks without personal obligations. I can get some work done. Once she settles down, and I get a career, things ought to work out easier. It'd be nice to see each other every day, if only for a few minutes or a meal.
I also managed to get a new tattoo. It's horrible. I don't like it much. The "artist' didn't follow what I asked him to do, and the art didn't turn out the way he said it would. So, next month, I need to spend some money getting it touched up. In the mean time, it looks like I have a Rothko highway strip on my ankle. I'm happy I can wear pants and keep things concealed.
There's a new car in my driveway. It's a '91 Celica GT convertible, 5spd. Sweet little thing. I had only driven stick twice before purchasing it, so my first week of driving was a little intense. Luckily, my skill from riding motorcycles transfers over nicely and I'm getting the hang of things quickly. My car still hasn't told me its name, so I'm not quite sure what to make of it. Most of my vehicles told me their name rather quickly. Either my car is heartbroken over leaving its first and only owner, or it's not very talkative. In any case, I need to drive it more often. I really want to, but escalating gas costs have put a dent in the amount of money I'm willing to spend in transportation. Really, almost thirty dollars per tank? The same distance traveled on motorcycle costs me only ten dollars. I guess one has to pay a price for trunk space as well as passenger room and a roof of sorts to protect from the monsoons that won't come.
I still haven't heard back from PDSD. Several sources tell me that PDSD is slow to reply. I find that a bit odd since everyone in the HR department, and the administrative branch of the school, was practically kissing my feet when I told them I wanted to become a teacher. Now, they tell me my application is on file and they'll call me when they're ready for me. Such responses reek of arrogance. We, the department and I, know that they're hard up for teachers and will take any body willing to teach. Was there something wrong with my body? Perhaps it was my muted facial expression when one of the teachers admitted that she had horrid grammar and I commented that grammar research was prominent in my background? In any case, I've begun looking for other jobs.
So, that's been the last two weeks in brief. Hopefully, I'll resume my regularly (ha!) posted perceptions soon. I just need to learn how to write more often.
Another reason I have not been writing is that I've been content. I've been spending a lot of time with T., and for some reason, she makes me happy. I can't figure it out either. I've been saying for a long time that I never wanted to get into another relationship because women are generally nutty and harsh on the mind and spirit, but this one seems sane. We get along extraordinarily well and have much in common. She's willing to try anything and she'll keep up with me without complaint, provided that she's wearing the proper footwear. T. is a bit older, which probably explains her apparent sanity. I guess older women have their shit together. I didn't think I'd find myself in a May-June type of relationship, but everything's been meshing like a beautiful transmission. We're steadily shifting gears and the road's been quite nice. She travels a lot, so my weeks are my own. I do miss her and I'd like her around more often, but there are some advantages to having clear weeks without personal obligations. I can get some work done. Once she settles down, and I get a career, things ought to work out easier. It'd be nice to see each other every day, if only for a few minutes or a meal.
I also managed to get a new tattoo. It's horrible. I don't like it much. The "artist' didn't follow what I asked him to do, and the art didn't turn out the way he said it would. So, next month, I need to spend some money getting it touched up. In the mean time, it looks like I have a Rothko highway strip on my ankle. I'm happy I can wear pants and keep things concealed.
There's a new car in my driveway. It's a '91 Celica GT convertible, 5spd. Sweet little thing. I had only driven stick twice before purchasing it, so my first week of driving was a little intense. Luckily, my skill from riding motorcycles transfers over nicely and I'm getting the hang of things quickly. My car still hasn't told me its name, so I'm not quite sure what to make of it. Most of my vehicles told me their name rather quickly. Either my car is heartbroken over leaving its first and only owner, or it's not very talkative. In any case, I need to drive it more often. I really want to, but escalating gas costs have put a dent in the amount of money I'm willing to spend in transportation. Really, almost thirty dollars per tank? The same distance traveled on motorcycle costs me only ten dollars. I guess one has to pay a price for trunk space as well as passenger room and a roof of sorts to protect from the monsoons that won't come.
I still haven't heard back from PDSD. Several sources tell me that PDSD is slow to reply. I find that a bit odd since everyone in the HR department, and the administrative branch of the school, was practically kissing my feet when I told them I wanted to become a teacher. Now, they tell me my application is on file and they'll call me when they're ready for me. Such responses reek of arrogance. We, the department and I, know that they're hard up for teachers and will take any body willing to teach. Was there something wrong with my body? Perhaps it was my muted facial expression when one of the teachers admitted that she had horrid grammar and I commented that grammar research was prominent in my background? In any case, I've begun looking for other jobs.
So, that's been the last two weeks in brief. Hopefully, I'll resume my regularly (ha!) posted perceptions soon. I just need to learn how to write more often.
posted by Jon at 12:52 AM
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