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| // grindlog
off to greener pastures, I suppose. There's not really much different about grindlog, other than the fact that it's still in its infancy, so I might end up being one of those early adopters to something everyone thinks is the coolest shit since cocaine was invented. Or maybe people will get bored and actually read and/or comment on my shit. Who knows. Anyway, it was nice, but then again, nobody reads this anyway, so nobody really cares.
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| // irony
I distinctly remember coming back to xanga because it is the only one of the many "blogging" frameworks I've used that I ever got any feedback or comments with... but maybe that was just a fluke. In any case, I'll know by Wednesday whether or not I get a new job. I'm a bit hopeful, but I think I've gotten to the point where I really don't expect much good to be coming my way.
Hell, even what I thought was a sure thing seems to have gotten awkward in the space of but days. Maybe I should stop looking to the future and just fill my needs now. God knows I have the means.
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| // a bit better, perhaps
I had an interview at Electronics Boutique today - I think I have a fairly good chance of being hired, so I'm happy. That's about all there is to say at the moment. Except that I want to talk to that person that's been gone, dammit.
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| // fuck
So I walked in today and they sat me down and told me I was fired. Why? There were files under my desk. Whether I knew their origin and how they got there or not, it was obvious that I was hiding them in some nefarious scheme to make the company lose money. I mean, what else could it be? Long story short, I'm in a murderous rage and I have no job, which means that unless I get one really fucking quick, I'm not going to have a home either. There's historical precedence for this, though. Every job I've lost has been right before I was about to do something that required financial stability, which is wonderful because that means I never get to do fucking anything with my life. I really want to just fucking torture someone right now.
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| // hrm
A little bit less annoyed now.
Anyway, I played in my first Magic
tournament since 2003 on Friday... and I got first place. Undefeated...
after more than a year. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. I
suppose it's like riding a bike after all.
In other news, I'm a
bit disappointed about the size of my new apartment and the fact that
it's not large enough to comfortably fit my drum set... at least not to
the point where I'd sacrifice breathing room for something that is
going to get the neighbors pissed at me. I suppose it's time to start
saving that $6,000 for a high-quality electronic kit.
I don't want to wake up at 5am tomorrow.
Edit - Ok motherfuckers, this is my goal: I want to be at the Los Angeles MTG Pro Tour. I have no idea how in the fuck I'm going to be able to make it... but I think it's possible. However, I'm going to say that this goal is contingent on it being possible to go to enough events to qualify. | | |
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