Finally taking classes again. I’m in the 4th week of the semester. I almost forgot what not having time for anything felt like.
Work and school full time
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New digs..
Just moved this joint to a new server and forgot to bring the media with it. If there are posts that come off kind of weird, it’s either because it is or the picture that goes with it is missing.
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New and improved.
I confess… I’m a self-help junkie.
Where is he?
Aight, aight.
I quit my job.
Moved to Florida.
Renovated a foreclosed house.
Moved my family down here.
Found a new job.
Started typing this shit.
Note: If you can avoid Brighthouse Networks for your cable internet service down here, do it. I’ve had this shit since Monday and it’s been down no less than 2-3 hours a day.
KRS-ONE & BUCKSHOT “ROBOT”
Been bumping this joint right here lately.
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Goodbye old friend.
I remember one time I asked my mother, “Why does the printer work so much”? She looked at me and said, “Honey, every one’s printer works a lot”. I didn’t realize it then, but that was one of the biggest lessons I learned from my printer – the value of hard work. He woke up everyday, put on his shoes, and went to work to provide for our family. I could count on one hand how many times my printer was sick. Even if he didn’t feel good, he would get up and go to work – of course after a little “babying” from my mother. He truly believed that if you worked hard, treated people right, and with a little luck from God, you could have a good Life.
Snow Day!
Snow day! I got to work from home today due to snow. I managed to get nothing work related done. However, I did eat an awesome breakfast, take a post-lunch nap, and play in the snow. Overall, I would say it was a productive day.
If you look carefully at the last picture you can see snow angels on the roof of the building.
What is he?
For the past few years I have been using this blog as an avenue to vent my frustrations with mostly work related issues. I have decided to start being a little more personal and writing posts that reflect on my life.
Introduction
I’m 28 years old.
I’m am half American and half stupid crazy awesome. That awesomeness I talk of is Korean. If you’ve grown up with a Korean woman in your household you will understand. It’s the craziest most entertaining thing ever. I love broken English and Konglish. (English + Korean)
I’m married and have a baby daughter. She is quad-racial. She will be confused when she gets older.
I’m a little confused about the word home. I haven’t lived in a single location for over three consecutive years. However, most of those years were spent in Korea so maybe that’s my home. Public transportation is better than cable.
I live life in the moment and dwell in the past. I always mean well, but my actions are of the opposite. Something about doing other than right is very attractive to me.
I hate people who use unnecessary figures of speech and those who take hours to tell a five minute story. Call me blunt. Unless you are a friend you better get to the point. I anger easily at lack of common sense.
I like placing strange items in strange places to be found by strangers. Why? I can’t explain it, but it gives me a cheap thrill. (I have a post about rugby player cutouts coming up to explain. I don’t like rugby.)
I’m not a good writer.
I like talking about hypothetical scenarios. Especially scenarios that are no where near reality.
I like drawing crappy pictures. Crappy art work is the best kind. My favorite tool is MS Paint. I’m pretty much an expert at drawing vegetables. I have a lot of experience during downtime at work.
Sometime I think I need mental therapy. Laughing in public for no reason rids my mind of these thoughts.
I find comedy in times of emergency. We will talk about this later. I also feel fulfilled if I’m able to make someone laugh about their misfortune.
I hate a lot of things. I like a lot of things.
Now I’m starting to ramble.
Party like it’s 1987
As I type out this post I’m sitting here immensely enjoying an ice cold Pepsi. Something that I wasn’t able to do for the last few days.
On Wednesday, my landlord’s beloved 1987 General Electric fridge decided to throw in the final towel and call it quits. Great thing is, it did it while I was sound asleep as to not bother a soul. The awesomeness is that I woke up, did my daily morning rituals and went down stairs to tear up some peanut butter crunch. What I found was the smell of dead bodies everywhere, and a gallon of rotten milk that looked like the back of a school lunch lady’s legs.
Good news is Sears showed up with a new fridge this morning! Peanut butter crunch time.