Nameless: Rosemary.

 

Rosemary: …

 

Nameless: Why won’t you talk to me?

 

Rosemary: …

 

Nameless: Seriously, I’m getting really annoyed with you. First you kept going on and on about yourself when I finally decided to tell your story, and now you won’t say a word. Seriously, what the fuck.

 

Rosemary: …

 

Nameless: You’re too old to be playing childish games like this! What’s the matter? Is it because of Joanna? Were you jealous of—?

 

Rosemary: What if I was.

 

Nameless: Really. Really now. That’s what this is all about? I can’t believe it. But then again, I guess can. I went from showering you to attention to pretty much forgetting you even existed for another woman.

 

Rosemary: That’s not it. I only asked what if. There’s no need to pretend like you know everything. You may be god of this realm, but there’s so much you don’t know.

 

Nameless: Oh, well then why don’t you enlighten me, oh quiet one.

 

Rosemary: …

 

Nameless: Rosemary.

 

Rosemary: …

 

Nameless: Look, Rosemary, I’m sorry. I’m just really… well, conflicted right now. I kissed a girl only to discover I love her only to have her break up with me yet nothing’s changed between us. My soul’s conflicted because I want her to be happy, but I want her. Why can’t they be one and the same? And I wrote your first chapter and couldn’t start the second one. And in the middle of all this, I’m on the biggest confidence high of my life but I can’t even do anything about it because any females I attract I’ll ultimately have to turn down because I’d be betraying not only myself but the one I love if I were to pursue another woman. Heh, you could just make this easier on me and come exist on this plane. Everyone knows you’re the perfect woman for me.

 

Rosemary: …

 

Nameless: I’m sorry for using you as a shrink.

 

Rosemary: I don’t mind.

 

Nameless: Oh? Then maybe I’ll do this more often. Unlike journals, this has a point to me. I can do it a lot and it’s sorta like a journal.

 

Rosemary: Keep doing it and maybe you’ll get over your fear of writing.

 

Nameless: My what?

 

Rosemary: We all have fears. You’re not as fearless as you say. I’m not as fearless as I appear to be.

 

Nameless: I don’t fear writing.

 

Rosemary: Then why does your work always improve once you’ve finally started it?

 

Nameless: That’s when I get into my flow.

 

Rosemary: That’s when you get over your fear of whatever you’re writing not being solid gold and you just write.

 

Nameless: I’m not afraid of writing! If you know my fears so well, why don’t you tell me yours?

 

Rosemary: Don’t you know them, oh omniscient one?

 

Nameless: …

 

Rosemary: Such a stupid question, “What are my fears?”.

 

Nameless: You shouldn’t have a problem answering then, if it’s such a stupid question.

 

Rosemary: Fine. What I fear, I fear my future.

 

Nameless: Your future? Why would you—?

 

Rosemary: I fear losing my first love to old age. I fear losing the love I realize I love as he’s dying in my arms at the hands of my own son. I fear my own son. I fear what I am and not knowing what I am. I fear never meeting my parents now that I’m old enough to realize what happened back then. I fear my future, the one I know intimately yet I know nothing about.

 

Nameless: I didn’t know—

 

Rosemary: Of course you didn’t. You may be a god, but you’re a far cry from the God. You can never understand what it’s like simultaneously knowing yet not knowing everything about your own past, present, future. It’s a frightful thing I hope you never suffer.

 

Nameless: I… I’m sorry.

 

Rosemary: And yet you’re storing this away as information about me.

 

Nameless: Heh. Sometimes it slips my mind that you all are party to my every thought. But you gotta admit that this will be useful in furthering my understanding of you.

 

Rosemary: Hah. A god who knows not his own mind. Amusing.

 

Nameless: I’m glad you find me amusing. =/

                Anyway, all I can do is apologize. I could make everything better, but then what would be the point of committing your story to paper to share with the world? Great, now it sounds like I’m trying to make you suffer to turn a profit.

 

Rosemary: I understand what you’re trying to say. Just give me time to adapt to my… awareness.

 

Nameless: How long will that take?

 

Rosemary: Oh, maybe as long as it will take for that love of yours’s heart to realize that it does in fact want you.

 

Nameless: That may never happen!

 

Rosemary: I know.

 

Nameless: You’re not funny, you know that?

 

Rosemary: …


"Nameless" is yours truly. Apparently I don't have a name in the world in my head. I asked Rosemary what they call me and she said that because I'm the only one of them that's not one of them so they don't find it necessary to call me by a name. But yeah. This is what I do when I'm not writing. I talk to my characters. This time, I chose to write it down.

I haven't written anything for a good while. Blame school? I mean, I want to write, but soon as I think "Oh, I can start writing Rosemary's story now!" my external harddrive dies. For real this time. Ain't comin' back nohow.

So there goes all my writing music, school's been keeping me (somewhat) busy, and... I dunno. I've hit that little wall where I can't seem to start something new because all the ways I can think of to start it all seem so sub-par. It's like I've suddenly become aware that the first few lines are what hook a reader and I can't seem to bring myself to commit to anything because they all appear to be Fail to me.

I don't know. Two more weeks and winter break will be here. Hopefully then I can just sit and think without any forgotten schoolwork picking at the back of my brain... among other things. I really need to get this started. This, I feel, will be the project that will make or break my career as a published writer, as I have a feeling that this one, the Rosemary Saga, will be the one to make it to the presses.

Also, this whole "I really like you but I'm going to wait until you get over your fear of starting a real relationship" thing is starting to get to me. I'm beginning to doubt. Not her, no. Myself. My self-worth.

So I finally asked Her out again, for real this time. No beating around the bush or pussyfooting about. I suggested we go downtown and do the whole dinner and movie thing, you know, the usual first date stuff. She said maybe.

So maybe not a "huge success!" but you weren't there for the rest of the night, nor for the conversation itself, so you've no idea of the situation surrounding the "maybe" in question.

I mean, even though she said maybe, we're planning to go on "our first date" as I called it sometime after Thanksgiving break and before Christmas break. If I ask her if that makes us a couple after the date and she says maybe I'll... hate myself for liking the quiet, introverted types. What did you think I was going to say? Leave her? Never talk to her again? Deny I was ever her friend? Psh. I'm not so bold and brazen. Besides, I consider myself pretty decent at reading beyond her words. She says much with her expressions.

So I'm happy about how things are turning out. Now to get a few hours sleep before class. I think I have a test tomorrow, but I'm not sure. Not like it matters; Algebra is so very, very easy.

Title is self-directed. Note to readers: if you pull a muscle (oh say like an essential muscle group... LIKE YOUR THIGH) rest it properly, immediately. Do not ignore it and pretend you're invincible. Like me. I pulled my thigh last thursday and continued life like nothing was wrong. Which was fine at first. Enter tuesday's higher-impact-than-usual jogging class, and I found myself finding it harder and harder to walk as the day progressed. It became so painful to walk (and eventually to even move my right leg) that I had to take this day off from classes. When I changed into my sleeping gear last night, I "Oh Jesus Christ"ed when I saw my right thigh: it was nearly twice the size of the left.

But I'm mostly fine now. Iced it down immediately last night. Took today of and [tried to] stay home and not move. Doesn't hurt too much but I hope it's fully healed by the next timed mile in jogging because I would really like to get my mile under 7'.

Also, failed to get addicted to on FFXI. Supposedly bandwidth issues here on campus won't allow me to connect. But whatever. Not gonna mess with it. Just gonna take the game back and get what change I can back from GameGestapo.

In girl news... I'm not sure any more. Things seem great when we're together which isn't often enough, but doubt always pounds the crap out of me a few days later. I'd be fine if I just knew, ya know, but with Her in the position She's in, there's naught to be done. I just have to sit here and play the waiting game while She gets over Her past romantic interest. She knows how I feel; She knows where I'd like to take things. But what bothers me is She hasn't said anything either way. No definite "No, not now, not ever, I only like you as a friend". No solid "Yes. I still like Boy X, but just give me some time and we can make this happen." But I suppose that's the problem with the shy, quiet ones. Then again, that could be better than being turned down by the tomboys simply because they'd rather do the pursuing. Why do I fail @ girls...

Things haven't been all bad lately tho. I did spend hours (from about 9pm-1am) in Her room Thurdsay night just talking (not studying, just talking about whatever came to mind) way late into the night despite the fact that we both had class in the morning, and I only left because we were too tired to continue coherent conversation. Friday we had dinner and saw Wall-E, and enjoyed fireworks after that (it was Homecoming week). Met up with Her best friend and her friends after the colored explosions and went to a club. Sadly, I didn't take advantage of that situation. I should have swallowed my sheepishness and danced with her. I really hope there'll be a next time and maybe I won't fail so hard.

Oh, and there was a Noob in our group that night. He challenged me for Her. Fairly directly, wishing me luck in Her pursuit, too. Poor Noob, he knows not what he does. I'm not worried about the Noob tho, simply because he's such a Noob. You don't try to pressure a guy (me) you just met into buying you (an underaged Noob) alcohol in front of the Girl you're trying to impress/steal, especially when She doesn't drink. And you don't tell Her you don't think she likes one of her favorite things (Star Wars) simply because She's a girl. Yeah. No contest.

One last thing. Somehow I volunteered to assist in the International Fair. I'm hoping she'll come out to it, but I have yet to get a chance to ask her. I'd like to do it in person, so facebook is out. Stupid facebook.

I think I'm finished now. Gonna finish out the week chanting the title of this post as tho it were a holy mantra.

Okay, so I finished Her Everything. Now that that happy (heh, happy <.< ) short is finished I can move on to drawing the map of the country where most of the awesomeness takes place. Once that's done and I have a name for the capital (that's where the first chapter starts, so it's kind of important) I can start writing again. Map's done, and I will probably start the first chapter of The Rosemary Saga this weekend, but I make no promises. The map is done, necessary names have been discovered... but it's halloween weekend and I have a paper to do and they released a new character in Grand Chase that I have to get for completion's sake. ^.^;

But yeah, other than that I believe the girl I'm interested dropped the hint that she might be interested in me too. So I asked her if she wanted to see a movie next friday (Wall-E for free on campus, frugality ftw) and she agreed. I just wonder if she'll ask her best friend to come along. Not that I'd mind. I'm just interested as to whether she wants to treat this as a date or just a hangout.

And I aced another test today. Go me. Not even going to mention the Japanese test I took yesterday that will most likely be a 99.5 (one word! Just one word I didn't know in the translations section!). But then again I just did, didn't I. Meh.

I've been writing a "short" that happens before the main events of "Rosemary's story". I'm almost finished. Maybe got like 1/4-1/3 to go. It's annoying; when I want to write I don't have the time and when I do I am just not feeling it. But it's almost done, then I'll post it on DA, then I'll get to the main story and start on the awesomeness that been brewing in my head for years now.

Besides that, school is still great. Got a few more As on some tests and a 95 on a major paper.

Oh and remember that chick I was pursuing? She's now just friends with him... so she says. Not sure if he's still a "romantic interest" of her's or not. She says he's looking to get a theater scholarship outside the state, and if that doesn't work he'll just go to England. I'd be thrilled to hear that if the lady in question wasn't planning to go to England to study abroad...

That's things in a packing peanut. Now to find some bubblewrap.

Yeah, been busy with school and whatnot. School's going well; still have all As as far as I know. Been trying to write but either I've been too tired or busy.

And on the topic of writing, I've noticed that it takes me about an hour to pitch my latest novel idea, and that's the "minimal details" version. I guess that's a good thing because I can at least think up a nice little synopsis for it if asked what it's about... which is something I still can't do for my "finished" novel Ronin's Path. Hell, I'm busy with writing backstory before I even get to the main event, which is something I definitely can't say about RP. RP happened as it went, but this story already has another story within it that I'll have to get to later. So this one should end up much better. Not to say that RP was bad....

Well, off to [not] do something useful, like homework.

No, not even a woman.

You see... today is a bad day. A very bad day. My friend David wrecked his car.

But that's not what's got me pissed off to no end. That convertible wasn't just his. I bonded with that car. She even had a name. Nightshade.
He knew that I loved her just as much, if not more than, he did. I was the only other person that got to drive her, ever. Not even his family or his ex-girlfriend, or even the girls acting coy with him just so they could get a chance to drive it got anywhere near the driver's seat. I handled her better than he did. I even took my driving test in her.

So what does he do with her while I'm away at college? Runs her into the back of a pickup truck.

I told him he no longer deserves her. He agrees. But he isn't just going to give her up to the Insurance company when they come to asses the damage. He's going to, in time, rebuild her to what she used to be, and when she's finally restored, he's going to either give her to me or sell her to me, depending on what the future brings us.

Man, I'm so pissed right now...

(The best part is that I was having a good day until he called me to tell me what he did because I got a 95 on my math test and a package arrived from my grandmother.)

So hungry... *groan*

So there is this girl I 'm interested in. Met her in Japanese class. I introduced myself to her after class on grounds of us having like majors. From there we talked until we got to her place. No, I didn't go in; to be honest I didn't even leave the bus stop. I didn't get to her door until later.

Anyway, since we only have class once a week I tried my hardest to get us together outside of class. We both write, so I suggested we share that with one another. We did, and later we went to the writing club meeting together. Occasionally, we get together to work on Japanese.

A month passed in this fashion before I felt it time to reveal my true intentions... and that sounds way more sinister than it should.

I'm walking her back home after Japanese class (it gets out at 830PM so it's dark, and I'm a gentleman) and we're talking. We get to her door and do that awkward "We're here but let's continue talking anyway because neither wants to call it a night yet" bit and I remember she mentioned earlier that some friends of hers were coming to visit. I felt I could use that information to my advantage, so I mentioned it again.

"So some friends are coming this weekend, hm?"
"Yeah, it will be fun. Me and Ashley will get to show them around and stuff."
"Cool. Going to the game with them? Or just hanging out?"
"Just hanging out mostly... I guess..."
" I see. So... is there a boyfriend among them?"
*blushing slightly and looking away* "N-no... just a friend... that's a boy."

The smile I sport without fail in her presence falters for a split second, but I quickly regain myself.

"A male friend, huh. Is he a romantic interest?"
"Well... we liked each other in high school, but I'm here now and he's a senior there. We're going to wait a year and see how things play out because we don't want to try the whole long distance thing."

I smiled and nodded, said our goodnights, told her to call me if she needs anything, you know, the usual parting rigmarole. I started walking back to the bus stop for a bus that I knew wasn't going to come (they stop running at 9 so I usually walk back home from her place), and about halfway through the parking lot of her apartment complex I stopped. Stopped and turned around, repeating one word.

No.
No. No. No. No. No.

I came with the intention of asking her out, or at least to give an admission of intent. I couldn't back down. Not this new Kazuo, not the one making straight As (at the moment at least <.< ), not the one finally brave enough to walk up to and converse with someone he finds interesting instead of quietly pining, hoping they'll notice. I was not about to be wordlessly defeated.

I turned around and marched back to her place, calling her as I did so. Might have been a bit much thinking about it now, but I was lost in the moment. She didn't pick up, but she called me back immediately.

"What's wrong?" She asked worriedly just as I knocked on her door.

Nothing, I said. Come back out. I have something to say.

She opened the door, standing there in her pajamas (that's why she didn't pick up, she was changing) and we hung up our phones. I looked at her, looked past her, and nearly died when I realized I'd have to make this confession in front of at least one of her roommates (I could only see one). I sheepishly waved at the other girl and laughed uneasily. Then I steeled myself for what I came back to do.

"I... you probably figured it out with my questions earlier."

Now she's really red. Normally, she's the type that stares at you when engaged in conversation with you. She wasn't able to maintain eye-contact for much longer than a few seconds when she tried to look at me.

"I like you. I came back to tell you that because I didn't want to walk away with that unclear. But I understand... that situation. But don't worry. Nothing's going to change between us because of this. Not unless you want it to. We'll still be friends. I just wanted you to know."

Eye-contact reestablished. She said that she's glad that we can still be friends (why wouldn't be? The entire reason I decided to ask her out then was because I don't have time for immature "Oh, I like you but I'm not going to say anything I just hope you notice while I milk your friends for information about you" games. I'm not going to disassociate with you just because you like someone else at the moment). I smiled, nodded, and said I'd better leave before I make an even bigger fool of myself.

I turned and walked off, this time for real. She said I was glad I was able to speak my mind. I waved over my shoulder in acknowledgment.
I never did hear the door shut behind me.

But now I wonder what she's thinking. Here's this guy, younger than her that's a senior in high school. Not to discredit the guy himself, but he is, after all, a guy. And the average guy in his situation would not hesitate to mine his prospects back home while the distant lady waits evermore for his possible arrival. She told me that he isn't sure where he wants to go to college, which leads me to believe that the only reason she's even going to try this "wait things out" thing is because she's hoping he'll come here. But...

Meh. I'm just going to sit back and be the friend I should be for now. My feelings aren't going to change, and she will be aware of that like it or not, but maybe I'll be able to show her that I do care about her and I wasn't just trying to get in her pants. And maybe, when that guy decides he's tired of waiting or he's not coming to GSU...

I suppose we could call this a win for Kazuo because even if I didn't get the girl I was still able to overcome myself and overstep the bounds of my comfort zone. But even so, sometimes I really do wish My Woman would fall into my lap, a blessing from the heavens.

(But that can't happen because I already wasted my blessing on a new body. Curse my unwarranted weight-loss...)

I'll have to fill you in later, because right now I'm tired and I still have work to do and I... can't resist the stand-up comedy.

So disregard this filler-esque message. It will be edited when I have the time.

So I donated blood for the first time today. It was epic.

I spent nearly 3 hours in the atrium of the IT building waiting and whatnot, but that's not the important part.

I don't think I'll ever give blood again... at least not of my own volition.

You see, I wasn't sure to expect. Figured they'd stick me, drain some of me off and we'd be done and move on. The doc/nurse dude tried to stick me, and when he failed he swore the vein jumped on him. Yeah. So I was already apprehensive, but that's when the adrenaline started flowing. Torrenting. I felt it washing through my system, so potent that I was worried it might "contaminate" their sample. And the needle. He jabbed it in at an angle to the vein, not parallel like I saw the female doc/nurse peeps doing. I was relatively fine with the compound arterial lacerations I was so sure I had just recieved, but he told me to squeeze some foam thing in my hand every five seconds. I'm nowhere near as,.. full as I used to be, so when I squeezed, the needle jiggled in the muscle.

That did not feel pretty.

And then I felt it. I don't know if any of you believe/understand/know about ki/chakra/internal energy/whathaveyou, but I felt it draining away from my center. Had I felt that starting in my arm I would have merely attributed it to loss of blood in that region, but for those of you savvy, you know the core of your "energy" is your center, or stomach. And it didn't stop there. I felt my heart start easing off once it noticed a lowering in my blood pressure. It proceeded to beat weaker and weaker and slower and slower until I could barely feel my own pulse (I was cuffed with pressure for those of you who have never given blood before) and my heart rate dropped to about 30-40BPM. Why do I say 30-40? because I was hovering around 60 before this whole episode. And it slowed waaaay to much for my comfort. Not that I mentioned it. Gotta be a man and tough it out. At the expense of continuing to exist. <.<

And then my body got really chilly and I felt hella tired. Funny thing was I thought at the time that this must be what it's like to bleed to death so I should remember how this feels in case I have to write it DON'T GO TO SLEEP BECAUSE YOU MAY NOT WAKE UP. I thought pretty much just like that. When I started having problems keeping my eyes focused and open, I told the dude when he came back (the bastard had wandered off!) that I was feeling light-headed. Understatement, yeah. But he tilted the chair back and the blood loss became a bit more tolerable. That is, beyond the constant reminder that a sharp foreign object was lodged in the inside of my elbow with every squeeze of that freakin foam thing.

But somehow I managed to survive. Not sure how though because after the damnedable bag was full he took six more vials for whatever reasons. But the vials didn't want to fill when he inserted them into the flow. So what was his solution? JIGGLE THE FRIKKIN NEEDLE IN THE PATIENT'S ARM UNTIL THE RED STUFF SPURTED. I mean seriously. It's one thing to reposition, but my veins aren't an Etch-A-Sketch. Chill dude.

In other news, the female I'm currently interested in ended up finding me on Facebook. And yes, she's single (says her page and a couple of those "I'm bored so let's waste life telling the world things they don't really need to know!" surveys), so I think I'm green to pursue. For now.

I also ran into the chick I met at orientation today. Three times. She doesn't even remember me. Which is good. She drinks and smokes anyway. The girl I'm (sorta) pursuing now will be much better for me if things work out.

Gonna get some sleep now since I didn't get back home til about 11pm and I left about 8 30am. Great day to be running a few pints short eh?

Yeah. Totally useless. But I went and found new icons so I could stop being lame.

Mebbe I'll fill you in on my (potential) girl chasing soon.

Gonna go sleep now.

 I really. Really really really. Really. Don't like being woken up when I haven't had enough sleep. I especially hate it if I'm woken up for no reason.

There was a tornado watch about 1 30-2ish last night (thank you Fay). Roommate comes banging on my door. I'm drifting in and out of sleep when this happens, so the first time I think it's some dumb drunk with the wrong room or something (not to be racist, but all my roommates are black, and they've all already talked about the parties they've been to and how drunk they get. Awesomeness, I know.) so I ignored it the first time. The second time it was unmistakable that the situation required my attention. I rolled out of bed and open the door with my face all screwed up because I'm trying so very hard to suppress that "I'm going to fucking kill you" look, and my least "black" roommate, the one I kinda get along with, tells me that there is a tornado watch and that everyone not on the first floor (we're on the second) has to move to the first floor. I begrudgingly grab my wallet, my keys, and my phone and head out, locking the doors to my room and the dorm itself behind me.

Not five minutes after we get downstairs, we're cleared to return to our rooms.

And the best part is I couldn't fall back to sleep til about 4. Which is not happymaking when you get up at 8 30 for classes every day. Great way to start my first weekend back in school, right? Yeah. Not even gonna mention the lack of food that comes with the weekends too. Oh wait... whoops.

I guess I'll spend the rest of my weekend playing catchup in my classes since I was able to get my books just yesterday.

So Thursdays are fun.

Not gonna mention Tuesdays beyond the fact that having one class at 9 1/2 and another at 3 1/2 makes for a lame day.

Now then, T/Th I have jogging at 9 1/2, and Laugh While You Learn: Using Humor to Learn Basic English Principles at 3 1/2. Jogging will prove to be enjoyable. Jed is a master student and he's pretty laid back. He's even announced that we'll occasionally have "fun days" where we'll just meet at a field (where he can bring his dog) and just play frisbee or something. So yeah. Simple. Easy. Fun. Met some guy Chris. He's alright. His roommate has Rockband...

As for that Laugh While You Learn freshman seminar... let me first explain how first year seminars work. Every freshman or transfer student with <30 credit hours has to take FYE 1220. FYE 1220 is basically an orientation class BUT each and every one has a different theme. A teacher professor that chooses to teach these wastes of time classes can choose virtually any topic to disguise the orientation with. My section is, as I stated, supposed to be about humor. I chose it thinking it could help me with writing humor. Boy was I wrong.

We started our first day with knock-knock jokes and Conan O'Brian.

So that might have been a mistake, but oh well. I can still pull an ridiculously easy A out of it.

On Thursdays, I have those two classes, but at 5 1/2 I have one more. Japanese. Til 8 1/2. And oh will this be a fun, fun course. See, I know a bit of Japanese. Enough to cringe at all the newbs pronouncing おはよう (ohayou) as Oh-hey-oh and such (the guy in the seat next to me kept throwing in random "h"s everywhere (like saying 'shu' instead of 'su')) But the best part is my sensei is a Chinese man who got his Ph.D in Japan and also spent a few years in Sweden. Did I also mention his thick Chinese accent makes his English completely nearly unintelligible? But that's not important since we're there to learn Japanese (in which case his accent is, naturally, virtually nonexistant). Oh, oh! and his daughter is a "teaching assistant". She's in 11th grade, but she attended all her years of elementary school in Japan... which means... did you guess yet? Her Japanese is better than his. So... interesting.

But the best part about that class is I met a chick who is also pursuing creative writing. And also writes fiction. And is also toying with the idea of teaching. And also wants to go to Japan (at least to visit). And a bunch of other similarities. Like the fact that she looks introverted and unsociable but really she's just a little quiet around unknown company and waiting for someone to speak to her. I mean we talked all the way to her apartment. And I still want to know more about her.

I think I've taken a liking to Joanna. Hope she likes older guys. <.<

I'll just wait until Thursdays to comment on T Th chasses. But for now I'd just like to say that my "Laugh While You Learn" seminar was a mistake. I was thinking, "Oh, this'll be a great way to work on my humor pieces!" Lo and behold, their humor is not my humor. I [think I] tend to use cynicism and more subtle kinds of humor... but we were doing Knock-Knock jokes. For serious.

This will be... special. To say the least.

So I had my first set of classes today and I must say I'm pretty happy. Okay, not happy, more like jubilant and ecstatic. But you wouldn't guess so from appearances.

Anywho, today was n00bPhysics (my pet name for How Things Work: The Core Class for Non-Science Majors)at 10, College Algebra (roflsnickerlol) at 12, and Comp I (tee hee) at 1. The break between HTW and math is cool and all, but it's not enough time to walk to my place and back, or rather it is but I'd have to turn right back around once I reached the door rendering any thoughts of returning pointless. On the other hand, math and comp are on opposite sides of campus. Speedwalking from the Math/Physics building (that's the actual name)to Comp took me exactly 10 minutes. 10 minutes is exactly how much time these is between classes. So... I may need to run if I want a better seat.

I love Tony, as he's asked us to call him. He teaches HTW. We don't have a book in that class; Tony will upload notes and we print them off (and he says he will continue this until they make him do otherwise). He's also a jokester, complete with that uncanny ability to make even the most mundane topic a laughriot like any good southerner. I'm guessing it's a Lvl 40 specialty skill. Too bad I'm a cross-classer. <.<  His stories are some of the best, and all we did today was go over the syllabus (which means if his stories about the syllabus are that kickass, I can't wait for stories about the material).

The math teacher was kinda meh. He runs his classroom similar to a high school classroom sans caring about attendance. That class won't be too bad... especially considering I've taken Calc. Twice. Also, note that I don't recall his name. Just a meh class with a meh professor that I should will get an A in. Moving on.

Ms. (Mrs? Dr?) Black, the Comp prof is... hard to explain. She's how I'd envision one of my old roommate's grandmother, but that doesn't help you if you don't know Ian. Spunky might be a bit much to describe her with (okay I lied a little there, she's animated, a bit OCD, and ADD to boot) but she did say she had to stop playing Tetris because she started hallucinating it all the time, always mentally fitting tetris pieces into everyday objects and patters in her daily life. We did a journal entry thing to kick off the semester. The subject was "Where I came from" with no guidelines. Blah blah blabla bleh, and we went around the classroom telling her an emotion we would assign to the piece if we wanted to. Is "whimsical" such a strange word? Because when I said it, they all looked at me. That "why would you suggest a word I'm not sure of the meaning of, much less how to spell it?" look. Similar thing happened when we went around the room doing the standard name/whereFrom/major icebreaker. When I said "I'm Jason Richardson from Marietta. My major is English and Creative Writing" you'd have thought I said something like "Yo, name's BillyBob and I like to f*** goats." or something. Maybe they were sorely afeared that they'd have to compete with me or something since there weren't any other even remotely english majors in that class. Lots of engineering and education, but no english besides me. I dunno. I'm just happy I turned heads twice in an hour, and not by making a fool of myself. Professor Black suggested I read my stuff (like assignments. She doesn't know I write for enjoyment. Yet.) to the class in hopes that maybe my work could be inspiring, but my general air of "Eh heh... yeah... <.<;;; " killed that quick. Not one for reading aloud, this one. But needless to say I think I'm really going to enjoy that class. I really don't need to get famous. My head was this close to not fitting through the door after I told them my major and  I got "that look". Yeah... I'm really going to enjoy Comp.

So that's the update, good people. I'm back in school and loving every second of it. There will be two more journals in this vein, one tomorrow and one thursday. Thursday's is because Japanese is only once a week. A three hour class from something like 5 to 8 every thursday evening. What joy.

"Alrighty folks, welcome back to 103 WKGB, where there cows come home. That last song had a bit of soul to it dinnit? Now fer Jameson Stalwart and his new single that's been keepin' the country charts red-hot, 'I Just Won the Lotto But I Still Got Something To Bitch About.' Yee-haw!"
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Today was mostly uneventful in a good way. Still too tired to recount the day before. Tomorrow's my day off.

I make no promises.

"Oh, that's a cute baby bag you've got there!"

"It's not a baby bag. It's a Tactical Explosive Ordinance Dismantling Kit."

"... oh."

"Just kidding. It's really a micro-nuke in urban camouflage."





Yeah, I'm tired. Anyway, prolly gonna write a short based on what little experience I've had at Walmart. Soon as I get a day off. Yeah. This really doesn't feel like part-time. Damned holidays. And mebbe I'll add another entry tomorrow detailing today's (yesterday's) escapades. Who knows.

To bed, good sirs!

... and madams...

So I'm actually enjoying Walmart. Like really enjoying. Something I can't say about Racetrac.

I dunno what it is. The people? The atmosphere? I dunno, but it's gotta be something damned good as it has me, litte ol' introverted antisocial me, singing and occasionally dancing to Clapton's Let it Rain in public. At the register. In full view of humanity.

So yeah. I'm loving this job. I don't dread it like I did RT. In fact, I look forward to it.

I mean, in RT, people are all busy busy rushie rushie never give a second thought and if I have to wait more than 10 seconds for my coffee I'll slam my tender on the counter and blow out the door like a stiff autumn wind. In Walmart, I... I actually carry out conversations with my customers. Real conversations. Not small talk.

And anyone who knows me even half as well as they do their 3rd cousin they didn't know they had knows that I don't talk to people, much less make eye contact, unless specifically called upon.

So again I say I'm loving this job. I really am. It's just so... fulfilling. And all I do is ring up sales and trade smiles.

Mata ne,
Kazuo

I'm really effin tired right now, so I'll just say this:

I have a job now.
Walmart is a bunch of pricks.
Hot female interviewers like black male interviewees whose pants fit.

I'll expound upon these statements at a later date.