the end of an era…

Yes, folks, it’s time for change.  Barack Obama is president of the United States, gas prices are steadily falling, and I actually have a job.  I know, it looks weird to see it in text, staring me in the face.  But it’s true.  I am an official full-time employee.  I work 9 to 5 every weekday.  I probably have a lunch break somewhere in there.  I don’t make a salary but I make more an hour than I ever have before (which, if you knew what I made an hour prior, would make you pity me, I’m sure).

The grand irony is that I work with a bunch of potheads.  It’s all topsy turvy, man!  Black is white, up is down!  Fortunately they’re all really cool people.  They were at my house last night, in fact, when I came home from Buffy rehearsal and found out a party was happening.  It was some dude’s birthday.  All I know is that I ate like a king!  If kings eat buffalo wings, at least.

It’s been probably a year since I really smoked pot, too.  The party at NORML doesn’t count because I was more drunk than anything.  But last night I had two hits and was reminded how much I don’t like smoking pot.  Chances are it was potent stuff, but I spent most of the night being quiet and relatively melancholy.  I wasn’t sad, just … fuzzy.  I felt fuzzy.  Which would’ve been fine if I didn’t have a throbbing headache.  So I was talking to people on AIM with a headache and totally high.  I didn’t like it.

I guess I just have to be in the right situation to enjoy myself.  Oh well.  I feel kinda bad because it works so well for my brother but to each his own, I guess.  I’m just glad I could do it cause there’s no drug testing for me in the immediate future.  Thank god.

But it truly is the end of an era for this blog.  I’m not quitting or anything, don’t worry.  It’s just that when I started this blog on blogspot I was writing tons of posts about my hunting for a job and now I have one!  So I have to alter my intentions!  It just feels so strange!

December is becoming a quiet month for me.  Things are falling into place everywhere.  Next year is going to finally feel like I live (and belong) in Portland.  I can’t wait.

I opted to pick a new blog template today only because I tend to be long-winded, and I thought it would be better if my blog was wider, to accommodate my long-windedness. I guess it doesn’t matter one way or another; a lot of words is a lot of words, no matter how wide they are. But this template is a little easier to read, too, mostly because it’s so damn simple.

Right now I am hunkering down and bracing myself against the economic fallout that is currently happening. I’m lucky, I suppose, in that I didn’t lose my job, because I didn’t have one to begin with. And my brother and his wife have jobs that aren’t likely to disappear any time soon. Plus I’m not totally unemployed — the play I’m in will pay (though I don’t know how much), but that’s in a few months. I need work now, and all the good jobs are on hiring freezes until the economy gets better. Add to that all the spamjobs on Craigslist, CareerBuilder, Monster, etc, and you can see the predicament I’m in. Fortunately, this time it’s not just me. Thousands of Americans are feeling the hit from this crisis, and instead of mellowing them out, it’s making them paranoid. This is a bad trip, my friends. A bad trip indeed.

I have a lot of music to prepare for an album. I think the Songs for Autumn EP will be first, since those are relatively easy to record. Also, my brother has a camera set up for YouTube videos, so I may record some music videos (not as good as L’il Jon’s, though, sorry) and upload them in the next week or so. See, I’m busy with stuff that doesn’t make me any money. This is my problem.

Speaking of that, I ought to go write some songs.

a couple of things

Okay, first off, I don’t do this very much, but I just sent an e-mail to a person on Craigslist regarding a job. The job was as a part time English/Reading/Writing tutor at the Huntington Learning Center. My job would be to help kids prepare for the SATs/ACTs and all that. Anyway, I’m asking for some good vibes my way, because the job pays well and it would be a humongous step up from telemarketing, and by god I deserve a break today, and not in that stupid McDonalds way. The job sounds perfect for me. PERFECT. I’m a good writer, I have strong skills in English and Reading and Writing, and I’m a very good and patient teacher, and I work well with kids. The only bad thing would be that it’s five miles away, but dammit, I will bike there anyway, I don’t care. It’s worth it.

I spent my entire life writing. I’m good at it, I have a strong grasp of grammar, punctuation, and structure. I could, if one really wanted me, show my continual progression as a writer, from high school to now. I proofread even when I don’t want to. Good god this job is perfect for me! Perfect I say!

Okay, well, anyway, send me good vibes because I need some good vibes right now. That can be in the form of prayers, luck, overall vibes, or, if you really want, $100 bills. You pick.

The other thing I wanted to write about was that I have spent a lot of my time in my room recording music for this 50/90 nonsense, and it has been a blast. Lately, spurred by a fellow 50/90er’s idea of writing 10 EPs by ten different (fake) bands, I created my own band, Here Lies Laika. They rock. I’ve recorded a five-song EP, self-titled, and the songs are great and I’m very proud of it. If you want to listen to it you can check my 50/90 author page, or you can wait until July 29th, when the album is going to “drop.” The band is entirely fictional, a stripped-down three-piece out of Boise, and I’m writing their exploits on another blog, if you want to check that out as well.

This all is what I do after I go to my silly job. It helps calm me.

I’m actually planning on selling this EP, though. Probably for five bucks. That’s how much I like it. I might tour as them, too. Well, just me, of course. I’ll play an acoustic set! I’m excited.

Okay, that’s it. Send good vibes! That is all.