So, here's the run-down. Been job-less for most of the summer, living off old paychecks. Then, I gets this gig with NHPIRG, the state-wide environmental group, see? $250 a week base pay, plus commission, sounds pretty sweet, right? But what I fail to realize is that if you don't average $90 of contributions each night (and this is door-to-door ( Read more... )

Truly, it has been a while since last I updated. Things continue as per usual at Keene State. Academically, I've let myself slip. This is unacceptable. On a personal level, things are going well... and not so well. Allow me to expand ( Read more... )

I must have a bit of rest, you know. So, here's how things are going at the illustrious Keene State College: scholastics are going fairly well, but not nearly as well as they could be. Socially, I'm doing much better. Of course, my success in the latter category is probably a significant contributor to my failing in the former category. Bleh. Alex ( Read more... )

The T-Tank was not meant to get this sick. It just simply is not supposed to happen. I'm not sure exactly what illness I have or how I acquired it, but it certainly is potent. It started with aches, chills, and sweats, and then progressed to a painfully sore throat, congestion, phlegm, and all that lovely shit. I suppose I should explain what I've ( Read more... )

Ah ha! Yes, I am a happy boy. Yeah. Oop! Ooh, wait just a second... no, no I'm not. I should be, but guess what, folks? I'm not! 'Cause I'mma bitch! The dorm room looks better than ever. Consistently clean, all posters up, new X-Mas lights, keyboard set up with stand, and translucent rubber frog filled with red liquid on my monitor. On the down ( Read more... )

I'm not quite sure where to begin with this. Maybe I'm going through the stereotypical "finding myself" stage, but I haven't felt like the old Tank in so long. I've felt so fucking stressed out and just generally sad. I'm going to place most of the blame on my shitty job. Yes, Benji, you were right: I am a CutCo whore. And I fucking hate it. My ( Read more... )

Here I am with a less-than-interesting update on this glorious Wednesday afternoon. First and foremost, I've acquired a new gig. I'm an independant contractor employed through Vector Corp. selling knives to people for CutCo. You can find me at the corner of Centre and Green in Concord most evenings, peddling my deadly wares from my peatcoat. And ( Read more... )

God damn this holiday bullshit. Going to the mall and Wal-Mart (and pretty much any retail store, really) does nothing but make me resent humanity and our culture in general. It's the time of to give... forcibly! Because if you don't, you're a bad person. So get out there and spend your hard-earned money on a bunch of material shit. That's how you ( Read more... )

I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me. I'm bugging out, flipping my shit. Not feeling good right now. Crashing? I hope not. I don't want to feel like this for a few more days. COME BACK, SERATONIN! COME BACK TO DADDY!!! Seriously, too much shit going on. Really feel like I'm about to lose it or something.

We can't stop here; this is bat country! What an... interesting (?) weekend. Definitely fun, most definitely enlightening. Sunday probably most of all. Hung out with Layne and talked to her for a good long while. Went up to her parents house, and after Mac shmoked us up, I started rollin', rollin', rollin' down the river again. Whoo. Not that that ( Read more... )