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I am in a funk.
Accepting suggestions for improving mood.
I’m starting to climb the proverbial walls over here. I had no idea that lacking regular income would be such a problem so fast. For those who might not know, I now have a little over $25.00 to my name, with no real way of increasing it other than indentured servitude to my parents, to whom I owe 16 of the 25 dollars I own. With the rate at which I’m getting money from them, that means another two weeks until I actually start making money. And that’s assuming my brother continues being a lazy ass… if he actually starts doing some of the stuff around the house, any income I get will be cut in half.
I’ve spent two weeks going out every other day to drop resumes off and I still haven’t seen any kind response at all. I’m debating lowering my standards yet again and dropping my name at even lower end jobs. I need something. Anything. That isn’t Ipsos.
Having no money sucks. My mobility is totally dependent on how much gas my parents leave in the car, as I don’t have the money to add to it, which makes me feel like a thieving little shit. At least before, I paid for most of the gas I used. There’s nothing that I really need right now, but being unable to pay for commodities like food or a haircut makes my innards boil.
I’m saving up for a WoW timecard simply because it’ll give me something to do while I wait for someone to call me back. My days are just becoming torture… I wake up and lie in bed because I know I have nothing to do today. At some time between noon and one, I roll out of bed and get started on household chores that haven’t been done, like cleaning or washing dishes. Any task my parents will offer money for also gets done. Then, I might play a game for a few hours or try reading a book until my restlessness gets the better of me and I move on to something else. Maybe get some food that one could count as lunch, maybe not. I start prep for dinner so my dad can finish it off when he gets home, then continue wandering the house looking for stuff to do.
I just don’t know what to do with myself. I can’t focus on anything I do but I don’t have the energy to start something new. I just feel restless and crappy all day. So much for summer fun.
On a totally different rant, I failed utterly and totally at the SF3 tournament. Ended up joining in with a random team as everyone else I knew was either already taken or jumped ship when a better offer came around. Ended up getting fourth out of eight… which isn’t bad. It isn’t good, but it isn’t bad.
The disappointment comes from my performance. I don’t care whether I win or lose, just that I did my best… but this was not my best. I don’t know why I cracked, but I did. Over the three rounds I played, I missed the hit-confirm on every single crouching MK I did, failed to Kara cancel what probably ended up being 50% of my throws, totally whiffed SA2 twice, woke up with SA2 three times (I should know better than that), failed to go through any of a multitude of fireballs, failed to parry the second hit of any kind of EX projectile, randomly wasted my bar on stupid SA2s, only one of which hit, failed to punish any kind of whiff correctly, and just generally messed everything up.
Not only did I mess everything up, I messed it up on a team of people that I kind of wanted to make a good impression on, in the middle of a group of something like 18 people, and on video so my sucktitude will forever be recorded on qcfpunch.com.
Seeing as I have no workable plans tomorrow, I’m going to try and kill my mood with physical labor.
Accepting suggestions for improving mood.
I’m starting to climb the proverbial walls over here. I had no idea that lacking regular income would be such a problem so fast. For those who might not know, I now have a little over $25.00 to my name, with no real way of increasing it other than indentured servitude to my parents, to whom I owe 16 of the 25 dollars I own. With the rate at which I’m getting money from them, that means another two weeks until I actually start making money. And that’s assuming my brother continues being a lazy ass… if he actually starts doing some of the stuff around the house, any income I get will be cut in half.
I’ve spent two weeks going out every other day to drop resumes off and I still haven’t seen any kind response at all. I’m debating lowering my standards yet again and dropping my name at even lower end jobs. I need something. Anything. That isn’t Ipsos.
Having no money sucks. My mobility is totally dependent on how much gas my parents leave in the car, as I don’t have the money to add to it, which makes me feel like a thieving little shit. At least before, I paid for most of the gas I used. There’s nothing that I really need right now, but being unable to pay for commodities like food or a haircut makes my innards boil.
I’m saving up for a WoW timecard simply because it’ll give me something to do while I wait for someone to call me back. My days are just becoming torture… I wake up and lie in bed because I know I have nothing to do today. At some time between noon and one, I roll out of bed and get started on household chores that haven’t been done, like cleaning or washing dishes. Any task my parents will offer money for also gets done. Then, I might play a game for a few hours or try reading a book until my restlessness gets the better of me and I move on to something else. Maybe get some food that one could count as lunch, maybe not. I start prep for dinner so my dad can finish it off when he gets home, then continue wandering the house looking for stuff to do.
I just don’t know what to do with myself. I can’t focus on anything I do but I don’t have the energy to start something new. I just feel restless and crappy all day. So much for summer fun.
On a totally different rant, I failed utterly and totally at the SF3 tournament. Ended up joining in with a random team as everyone else I knew was either already taken or jumped ship when a better offer came around. Ended up getting fourth out of eight… which isn’t bad. It isn’t good, but it isn’t bad.
The disappointment comes from my performance. I don’t care whether I win or lose, just that I did my best… but this was not my best. I don’t know why I cracked, but I did. Over the three rounds I played, I missed the hit-confirm on every single crouching MK I did, failed to Kara cancel what probably ended up being 50% of my throws, totally whiffed SA2 twice, woke up with SA2 three times (I should know better than that), failed to go through any of a multitude of fireballs, failed to parry the second hit of any kind of EX projectile, randomly wasted my bar on stupid SA2s, only one of which hit, failed to punish any kind of whiff correctly, and just generally messed everything up.
Not only did I mess everything up, I messed it up on a team of people that I kind of wanted to make a good impression on, in the middle of a group of something like 18 people, and on video so my sucktitude will forever be recorded on qcfpunch.com.
Seeing as I have no workable plans tomorrow, I’m going to try and kill my mood with physical labor.