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Name: John
Birthday: 7/2/1985
Gender: Male
Interests: Jesus, I like him- Music is to my ears as the goodness is to me- Sleep is nice, when I can get some-Friends are what keeps me rollin'- Movies are an obsesive hobbie- The Discovery Channel is also on my favorite list- National Public Radio, NPR for short, is swell
Occupation: Unemployed/Between Jobs
Industry: Nonprofit
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  priode123
Member Since:
4/27/2004
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| Since I haven't updated in 20 bijillion years, I think I will. So my 'wonderful' job at the grocery store, is no more. Quit, not there, gone, flown the coop, what ever you want to call it, I AM NOT THERE. Hurray for the wonderfulness of quitting. But I do have another job, actually two jobs. I was working all three for about two weeks. One is at 'Richards' Sporting Goods, and the other is at a surveying agency; the people in the middle of the mall you loathe, yeah that's me. Wink. You know you love them.
On another note, I am officially inrolled at Marshall once more. I feel good about it, although it is Marshall, I'm just gald I can. But the down fall of that is, I have to take all the classes that I failed. That's right all the classes that i failed all in the same semester, the reason i failed being that i didn't even want to go to those classes. So lets just say that i will have a fun time in order for next semester. But the real good news of all this is, if i do pass all these classes, I am at a point that a passing grade will replace my failed attempt. And this is the last time that i can ever replace a grade for a better one, so i better not mess it up. | | |
| So I have to tell you about this interesting day I have had. First I got off on a bad start when my a screw came out of my glasses, I couldn't get it to go back together so put in my contacts and drovev agressivly to marshall. I got there and played at practice with highschool students, tonight was high school band night, and then we went to the game. The game was really fun. I would say it was one of the more enjoyable games I have been to in quite a while. Marshall finally won one, in overtime I might add, then we played "in the lot." For those who don't know, which is probably a lot of you, the drumline stays after the game and plays some stuff in the parking lot after the game. We do this to get money from all the drunk fans who are still there. Its even better when we win, but I think to night we collected $180. For 15 minutes, that isn't bad at all. Sadly we don't get the money, but we use it for our advantage. Anywho, after we packed it up and changed, and I was on my way out, I see some guy try walking between the fence to the practice field and a church. I thought he was mearly trying to make a short-cut by cuttin gthrew there, but there is a fence blocking him from 5th ave, in fact, he wasn't trying to make a short-cut at all, he was trying to pry one of the windows open where there was a AC unit. I look, I notice he is drunk, and that he has no success. He then trys to get over the fence that is blocking him from getting to 5th ave. and then trys to go back the other way, but can't get back out that way either, or is too drunk to. By this time I am over with my friend Andrew and we decide to go get one of the nearby police officers. We find on and tell him, he goes to his patrol car and Andrew and I go back to the practice field. As we go threw to little alley way to get to the field the guy bursts out a fire door. He had accomplished breaking in the church. Good for him (hint of sarcasm). Guess what he stole? Nothing more than a platic food serving cart. And as he exited he saw us and said, "I'm too drunk for this." He stumbled out and went toward the field and stumbled so much that he let his cart and went to the track. By this time the officer arrived and chased him, no no, walked after him. Andrew and I waited till the officer got back to see if there was anything else the we could do for the church, because they have a really nice bunch of people who suport the band, and the officer gets our name and information. Andrew and I have been talking to bothe the MUPD and the Huntington PD tonight and we have a sepena (it's spelled somthing like that) and we are going to go down to the station and writing our statement on Wednesday. I guess they cought him because they asked me if I would be able to pick him in a line-up. I guess the fact that as he burst threw the doors of the church one of his friends called out his name. Way to go friends, you really know how to get your friends charged for breaking and entering. So that was my good deed for today. Andrew and I clam ourselves as getting the 'Good Semaritan Award'. Yipee. | | |
| So, I still have a job. Huray for that. But I do have to say that I learned a pretty interesting game at my job too. It's called the 'get in the dumpster and jump so you mash down all the trash to make room for more trash' game. It is quite swell. I had to do it three or four times one day. It's not as gross as it sounds because all the trash is boxes so it was quite bouncy. So if you know any bums, tell them the best place to find shelter is at the local grocers dumpster. There are boxes there to create a mansion. | | |
| So i figured that I would update every once in a while, so now is the time for that. I HAVE A JOB. That's the exciting part, the bad thing though is that it is at Mack's Market, a rinky-dink little grocery stored. I am surly glad I have the job, but I wish it would be at a place that I actually cared about. I did, however, find another job that isn't anything I would care about either, but it would pay darn good money, which I desparatly need. It was a roofing job, and although I don't know anything about roofing, the ad ing the paper said that it would train. I thought about it, and decided that I shouldn't because I would have to give up the marching band. However, that is the only reason, so if the drama of the crap that goes on in the drumline doesn't subside, you might have a good laugh because I will become a roofer. But other than that nothing has been going on.
I am still figuring out a way that I can move to Philly, but as of now I still don't see an end to this pardicament in sight. On one hand, I move there, and have to wait another semester to start school because i have to get enough money to pay rent and tuition. On the other hand, I stay here this year and take some classes at Marshall, get my status with the university changed and move there for next fall semester with some sort of finacial aid to help me with the money situation. This whole problem would never have arrived if the USA adopted the European way of schooling, where only 60 hrs credit would get you a masters. They can do this because they don't have to talk stupid classes that don't have anyting to do with there major. Arrrg!
On a lighter note: today I received a letter from the National Honor Society saying that I am accepted to apply for something that they are doing. I don't know but I don't think that I am going to qualify with the state of things as they are. America (sigh). | | |
| So I have a visitor tonight, his name is Mr. Insamnia. I hate him. I wish, oh, I wish he would go away. But since he won't I thought I should update. Surley this will make me tired.
Nothing new is in my life, in fact I really haven't lift my house for quite a while. I went to the mall for about an hour, then I left, and that about sums it up for me here. Well I guess that's it for now.
I wish that I won the lotery, or something, I would even settle for a job. But seeing as noone wants to hire me, I guess my luck rides with the lotery. Although, come to think of it, you need money to buy one. I guess I am sorely out of luck. My job hunt isn't quite like I thought it was going to be like. You see kids, I had to fill out all the applications on-line, so now they (they being the prospected employers) have cut out the part where I can go to them a week later, if I haven't heard from them, and ask them what the deal is. But now since I have done it on-line, they can just put it all on the hands of "central office." Theoretically, I still can go to my prospected employers and ask them about it, which I probably will do, but I can almost certainly be anticipating the excuse about central office.
On up the tunnel there is light, I might get to help out with the victums of Ol" Kat. by going to the Creek, or most-likley Cedarmore, to staff for the people who may come there. I some-what see this as a good sign that I don't have a job so I would be able to do this, but not having a job is such a burdon on my parents. But that is really what is going on.
Drew if you find me a job, not literally get me hired but pretty close, then I would love to come be your roomie. Between you and me, I hate it here and I want to leave. But that may be the isolation talking.
Nope not tired yet. | | |
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