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Worked out, showered, and listening to the stones.  I hit my target 30,000 words last night, but the 35,000 this evening concerns me.  Listened to the old man tell me a story about one of his classmates during dinner.  He handed me a wad of 20’s for when he and my mother are off to Puerto Rico for a week long vacation.  He says he wants receipts for all purchases made, and I guess I understand that given my previous irresponsibility with money.

What he doesn’t know is that I paid my car insurance until April today.  In another 2 weeks I’ll have my last credit card paid off and then it’s only two more major bills and a total of 3,200 dollars to take care of.  The insurance was a relief though.  It means I won’t be hit for close to one hundred dollars every month.

Money.  It’s a bitch, and the root of all evil, but I guess some evils become necessary.  I need someone to give me advice regarding that as well.  20sb this means you.  =]

As I think I’ve mentioned before, my new class schedule will make it so I can’t work 2 days I usually do.

Should I kick the intruding Biology class to the side for a little while and take another night class?

Or should I just get this damn science credit out of the way?

Post your opinion below if you would.  ❤ Geek


The picture says it all! =D Adios!

Saw an old friend tonight.  It’s funny how you can talk to someone you haven’t really hung out with regularly for half a decade and yet tell them deeper things then you tell the best buddy you see everyday.  I appreciated the time spent with that person.  It wasn’t just me spilling my guts on the dashboard for dual analysis, but her as well.  It’s interesting how presenting those kinds of things in front of those who once meant much but now mean comparatively little can help you get it out.  Punched the dashboard.  Threw my keys.  Hit the steering wheel.  I never show frustration like that anymore.  It was a poor lapse in composure, but I don’t think she minded as much.  I just hope I didn’t spook her.

Upped the weights I use on “Sculpt” days from 10lb to 15lb.  It’s not much of an improvement compared to all the other guys who played sports in high school, but it’s an improvement none-the-less.  I keep getting the feeling my chest is growing from the inside, as if a constant reverberation is  slowly excreting muscles to widen my pectoral muscles and shoulders.  The work-outs get me high and I love it.

It’s possibly the best part of my day when I strip off my sweat soaked clothes and step into the hot jet of the shower.  At that point I have nothing to do, nowhere to go, and only aching muscles to bother me.  I admire my body’s improvements in the steamy haze like a narcissist.  I get to know the particulars of each pain, and lay out what little more I have to do.  I just wish I could sleep right.  Each

The Beginning.

Posted: December 5, 2011 in On Geek, Uncategorized
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I feel like shit run over twice.  If I’m not doing something productive, I have a tendency to feel like that.  I’m a student of Criminal Justice at Finger Lakes Community college, but I intend to change my major to international studies when I transfer to a four year school (maybe out of state!)  My adviser advised that move.  He says that there aren’t really any jobs in the criminal justice field anymore.  Not exactly reassuring when you’ve just completed the civil service exam for the local PD.

I need to set a goal finally.  It’s kind of the reason I started this quaint little blog in the first place.  I had a goal to be a soldier once.  My father is an accomplished West Pointer and I decided to enter the Marines straight out of high school when I graduated from Amherst Central High School in 2009.  I left July 13th, my oldest little brother’s birthday.  I was back in the Finger Lakes on September 1st.  Medical reasons.  They told me I had a heart condition that could kill me before I ever got my globe and anchor.  Professional Cardiologist’s opinion after the fact?  Diagnosis BOGUS.  It took almost two years to get my head on straight after that.  I spent a lot of time drinking, picked up smoking Marlboro cigarettes  got in fights and ruined a relationship that was almost two years old.

I’m kicking the smokes rather effectively, and I’m starting the Power 90 exercise program tomorrow, But the wasted time can never be given back.  Guess I’ll have to work twice as hard then.  I moved out of the city of Buffalo where I ruined myself as concubine, brawler and drunkard and back to my enchanted Finger Lakes region.  Sobered up too.  For the most part.  I don’t think God would begrudge a lad the occasional drink during a game of Poker… or when I’m feeling nerdy, RISK.

I don’t really get an opportunity to hang out much. And when the opportunity to do so arises, you can trust the Geek to have an excuse as to why he can’t.  The reason for that is questionable.  The attitudes of people disgust me I think.  With most of my peers it seems to be the immediate priority to get high, get shitfaced, or get laid at all costs.  And then they try to explain to me how it’s alright, profound and even enlightening!  I tend to disagree.  Another reason for my reluctance is probably some degree of social anxiety.  I don’t feel comfortable around other people for too long.  It’s just how I feel.  Lame excuse, I know.

This is a lot of crap for a first post, but I think it’s necessary to let the reader in on how the deck is stacked best as I can. The things that make me happy are having someone to love, reading Stephen King, seeing new places, horror movies, and writing.  I’m pretty good with languages, but not yet fluent in any of them.  I think I’ll start with Spanish and work my way to Farsi.  The sources of this perpetual slump I’m in are lack of direction, wanderlust and a broken heart.  All of which I think I can change.  It won’t be long now.  I’ll keep you updated as best I can.    For now, I’m going to try and get some sleep and finish watching Pet Semetary.  It’s gotta be one of my favorite movies.  Also, Stephen King plays the priest at the wash lady’s funeral.  Goodnight.