Shut the fuck up, and write a blog. Or something like that.

I've not been in much of a blogging mood of late, which is strange, because not only have I not been sleeping of late, but I've also been writing, which usually leads to making blog posts. It's not a lack of material to blog about, but more a problem of time. I have to hoard my god given free minutes these days, and usually I don't feel like blogging after a long day at the office. Ahh, the tedium that is working in PC repair. Since moving home in January, there have been several points of interest.

• Got my old job back.
• Began a rather wonderful relationship with Who (LGC, and the person I went to the movies with)
• Behaved like an asshat and royally messed up said relationship.
• Saw my friend Saint get off the ground to college, and begin to turn his life around.
• Found a rationalization for my lack of blogging stamina.

My hometown is a tiny little speck on the map, a tourist town with some of the finest freshwater sailing in the world, but not very many people know that. In the summer, it's a bustling town full of travelers that apparently forget how to drive the second they put on their sandals and ankle socks. In the winter, however, a much different scene greets the viewer, while beautiful in the winter, the town is also dead. Enter me, fresh from deciding not to push my luck and funds by returning to school this semester, returning home with no prospects for a job. After a few weeks of futile hunting, I decide to pop into The Office to see my good friend Saint. While visiting, I learn that he is leaving for school in a week, and since I'm desperate for a job, I ask Annie to tell the Boss that I'm in town. A few days later, I get asked to come in, and despite the falling out that we had at the end of last summer, Boss hires me back, only four days a week, so I can train Hippie Jesus, who is a rather terrible tech. Fortunately for my monetary status, Hippie Jesus, upon hearing that I was working instead of his hours being increased, left for lunch and never came back. So began the exciting tedium that is my office job.

About a week or so after getting my job back Miny and I were at a small concert in one of the local hotels, and I ran into Who, a one time friend of Merna that had a thing for me while I was still with her. We hung out a few times, and made plans to go to Winter Carnival, Michigan Tech's celebration of snow, ice, and booze(at which no booze was consumed). A grand time was to be had by all.

And indeed it was. Things were going well between the two of us, and having gotten a huge load off of my shoulders by telling all my friends at Tech that I'm bi, we began to actually have a real relationship. We made if through the weekend unscathed, crying, drunk friends calling at 3 A.M. and all, but when we got home, things began to take a turn for the worse. I began to take a look at what we had, and I locked up, screwing up Valentine's day in a fantastic manner, and not recovering gracefully at all. Shortly after the 14th, Who decided that I was just trying to use him, and despite the fact that I would never do such a thing, he was stuck on the idea. Been over a week, and he won't talk to me.

In the middle of all of this, I was keeping up a regular correspondence with Saint, who seemed to be doing well, courses were doing well, and he had dropped drugs except for good ol' caffeine and nicotine. He had been making big strides over the last year, and I was glad that he was doing so well. I was happy for Saint, and was glad that he seemed to have control of his life again.

StickMajor and I have also been hanging out, since she goes to a community college that is only about an hour away, and is home on the weekends. We helped my aunt move, this weekend, and hung out with my cousin, both of which were, in a word, exciting. During said hangings out she mentioned that she had heard Saint and Merna were going out. I knew that the two were good friends, and just passed it off as the small town rumor mill churning along. Not two days later, while talking with The Artist for the first time in God knows when, she also mentioned the pairing. Now, I know that they are both their own people, and have the right to do whomever they wish, but I felt a bit put off. It isn't hard to see why they wouldn't tell me, since one of your best friends being with you ex is usually frowned upon.

Last night, Merna and I were talking online, and instead of dodging the point, I just let her know what I had heard. She admitted, and was relieved that I wasn't pissed at anybody, which, while rational, just further proves that she didn't understand me as well as I used to think she did. We chatted some more, and out of the blue, she asked if I thought Saint would ever cheat on her. Now, Saint did cheat on his last girlfriend, but they had been in a relationship that was, for the most part, superficial, and by that time they hated each other. I reassured her that as long as things were going well, Saint would be true, which I do believe. Merna then segued into a story about how she had 'kinda' pulled a knife on Saint when she heard that he was cheating on her. Turns out that it was one of his ex-girlfriends, who just wanted to fuck up his current relationship.

Now, as concerned as I am about Merna's behavior, at this point I'm more worried about her impact on Saint. He was just beginning to get his life turned around, while Merna just continues to drive hers into the ground. She just got expelled for possession of pot, which is by far the least of what she has been on of late, (Note to my readers: I have no problem with drugs, but there are those that can balance their lives, and those who can't, Merna falls firmly into the second category) as well as having a knife on her during school. Now she wants to move down to school with him, and I worry about the impact that that will have.

It is not all as bad as this space makes it seem. I've been able to see Miny, VeeDub, StckMajor, and some other friends while at home, and winter Carnival was nice, though it made me miss school horribly, but such is the situation. Also, I've got a paid day off today, to attend a security expo/conference/thing hosted by Symentec, the company that owns and produces Norton Anitivirus. It's down in Detroit, gives me a great excuse to see the Fan Club, my two little cousins that are the closest things I will even have to nieces. I'm actually sitting in a lecture about Protecting windows in business settings, which is far more interesting than it sounds (to me, at least.) Sadly, the wireless seems to be broke, so I don't know when I'll be able to post this to Ye Olde Interwebs.

I have more to write, but I think I've worn myself out writing.

11:17
Crap, that reminds me, an explanation for my lack of blogging prowess. This realization came to me not too long ago, and I thank the Yooper for bringing it to my attention. Yooper and I were talking one night, and somewhere in the conversation, we were talking about coffee. The Yooper said to me that I had an 'addiction prone personality,' which pissed me off a bit. Now, I smoke, I drink, and I drink coffee like the worlds supply was running out, but it sounds a lot worse than it actually is. I've smoked for four years now, but there are two points in there where I didn't smoke, both times for a year. I didn't stop because I planned it, because I was worried about it killing me, or any of the other myriad reason one stops, I simply quit because I ran out of cigarettes and didn't bother to by another pack for a year. I drink coffee now, because The Boss pays for it, and because I enjoy the taste, not because of the caffeine. As a matter of fact, I have a very good tolerance for the stuff, I can't rely on caffeine to wake me up or keep me up, because I would have to buy far too much, I actually don't drink coffee while at school, because while I like it, I can't be bothered to spend the money for it. I drink, but only while I'm with friends, last summer I had one Jack and Coke, at a movie night at Merna's. While thinking of this, my blog popped into my head, and I realized that it fit the profile of one of these intermittent addictions perfectly, I tend it for a bit, and then with no good excuse, I stop. Weeks or months later, I'll think of it again, and I return for a bit. I read all of my blogs still, even while not blogging myself. (bloggers, try and guess if I'm reading you for extra fun!) This is a pattern that I see all over my life as I think about it more, and it's strange ot me that I never noticed it before.

I'm finished now, for real this time. As usual, I feel terrible for not being regular with my updates, but I write as I feel fit. I will return, hopefully in not too long.

1:20
It seems wrong to me that none of the actual infosessions I've been in today have working wireless, you would think that the largest IT security company on the planet would provide the IT professionals that it is hosting with internet access to distract them while they are being told to buy every product that Symantec never made. (Note: those of you that don't know, Symantec is famous for buying companies that have good product and rebranding it, not actually developing their own.)

At the least, I met some cool people here, it's nice to have somebody on the same level I am, since The Boss has really fallen behind the times. I've got a few business cards, and one guy who may want to get me a job, which would get me out of home PC repair hell.

Wow this wins most retarded graph ever

2000 --- TIME --- 2006

Really? Time passed? It's a shame he changed the slide before I got to take a picture, it was really funny. A lot funnier than it seems here .

2:03:
Hurray, the last infosession has WiFi!