Uneventful... 10/26/2005

That pretty much sums up my day. Went to work, drove to Atlanta to take care of some business, came home and surfed the web for a few hours. Got a couple of new Winamp skins.

Angela (my wife, btw) and I drove to Atlanta to meet drop off a keyboard I sold to a guy on craigslist.com (the best way to sell stuff locally no matter where you are, in my opinion). We took the long way home.

I really wish that I had taken my camera. You always see the shots that you wish you had gotten when you don't have your camera with you. Headed into the city, the sun had almost set, leaving these beautiful orange and purple hues on the westward facing sides of the buildings. It was an amazing contrast to the dark blues reflections of the night sky and the halogen-colored tones of the city lighting on the other side of the buildings.

After we dropped off the keyboard, we took the long way home. Heading from the Varsity on Spring St., when hit Ponce De Leon and headed towards Little Five Points. It was nice, even though most of the shops close up pretty early there was still plenty of activity. We stopped at Zesto's for an ice cream cone and then headed home.

I keep thinking about tonight and wonder why we don't have more nights like that. Just riding around the city and enjoying each other's company. When I was single I spent countless hours in Little Five with friends. It was just THE place to hang out, for us anyways. Even when my wife and I were dating, we loved nights like this. It just seems like things changed after you're married. Why is that. We've only been married two years (in January), but it seems like we've settled into a rut already. Not that there's any lovelost between us, we just seem so... boring.

Most of the friends that we associatted with before we married have all seemed to disappear, and I think that has alot to to with it. It's so strange, we're dating and we have to turn down invitations because we already have plans. Now, those same people have either fallen off the face of the earth, or gotten married themselves. Enough on that topic.

Another job offer today. Fedex. I might take it up part time if I can get into the dispatching thing at night. I have got to get something going soon. The camera company I'm working for now (which will remain unnamed) just isn't cutting it. Seems like every paycheck just gets smaller and smaller.

Okay, it's 2:30 and I have to be up in 4 hours to get my day started. Night.

Vent Warning - I've got a blog and I know how to use it! - 10/25/05

It's 2:30 in the morning and still awake. Nothing new there. I'm actually using the blog space I have set up on Blogger. Now thats news.

I went surfing around Blogger.com tonight (this morning, whatever...) and I realized that all this time I was thinking that my blog needed to be funny, entertaining, or somehow informative to the masses to be worthwhile. I have come to the conclusion that it does not.

Tonight I surfed through probally 20 different blogs randomly. Almost all of them were personal, private, day-to-day interworking of some random persons life. Nothing fancy or special. But I was fascinated. A couple of them in paticular I had to bookmark and tear myself away from. So I'm going to to start keeping my journal here. I realized that I let alot of my memories slide away from me. The day-to-day mundane things. I can remember crazy long web addresses, cheat codes from video games I played when I was 10, phone numbers of people I dont talk to anymore. But, I can't tell you what I did last week. It's awful. No more.

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24 years old, and I live with my parents. I guess that's not to bad. My 22 year old wife living here too, thats kinda depressing. Not her being with me, the fact that we live with my parents. I moved out when I was 19. Got my own little place, right down the street from the folks. Little rental house that my uncle owns, sweet deal on rent. Had a cool job doing telecommunications at the office where my dad works. So, what do I do. Head straight for the credit card debt. Piled it right on up. Couldn't keep up with rent, bills, anything for that matter. Moved out, and in with grandma (to be on refered to as Nana). Sweet deal, again. Screwed it up, again. Ran around doing as much stupid stuff as I could do, with the execption to drugs. Ended back with the folks.

So I learned my lesson. No more credit cards, strictly cash. Got a nice job as a forensic photographer, making more than I'd ever made. Moved back in with Nana, purposed to my girlfriend, got married. The wife and I move back into the rental house of my uncle's. And start racking up the debt. It was all well and good until I had to leave my job. Too much stress, and I'd like to see my wife every now and then. And she had just left her job too...

New job, camera sales. Quickly get promoted to manager and asked to move out of state to manage a store. That falls to crap, have to ditch the store, come back home.

And that why I hate myself sometimes. It's easy to rationalize and say that stuff happens, but when you write it all out, it just sucks.

Job application - 10/25/05

Just finished up my application for a dispatcher postion @ the 911 building. I'm really ready for a change in scenery. And pay. Hopefully this new position will turn the money troubles around, at least in the long run.

I'm so sick of dealing with money. SICK. Everytime I turn around it's something else. Why can't we go back to the bartering system. I'll do this photoshop work for you and you give me three dozen eggs, and that goat over there. On second thought, I don't know what I'd do with a goat.

I keep going over what my new job responciblities will be if I get hired. It almost scares me out of it. Maybe it's more laziness than fear. I just keep thinking that I won't be able to handle the calls coming in. But I thought that about the crime scenes that I would have to photograph when I started my forensic photographer postion in 2003, and I got through that just fine. It is the laziness. I've got to start working on that. Opportunities just fall in my lap sometimes and I seem to let them slip right past me.

It's like I'm waiting for someone to just walk up and say "You're hired"! Not gonna happen. Not in a job that will actually pay the bills.