That does it!

I finally broke down and bought ear plugs (or rather mom and dad did via that invaluable thing called an ATM - thanks yous guys!). I got the silicone ones that you have to shape and mold to your ear. I'm a little worried about using them too much though -- in the past, I would get outer ear infections regularly simply from sleeping on one side too many nights in a row! I'm concerned that if I wear them nightly it might be the same thing and not having insurance or even a primary care doctor... that's the last thing I need. I'm a big cry baby with ear infections - there's few things more painful to me.

Pandora's other box

Just a quick post today as I don't have anything going on to talk about, nor can I really collect my thoughts enough to organize a story properly.

Instead, I thought I would share with you one of my absolute favorite sites on the internet. Many of you have probably heard of it, but there's still a few folks who have no idea about this ingenious little piece of software.

Pandora (http://www.pandora.com) is, in my humble opinion, the absolute best way to discover your favorite music. I've found so many great artists, groups, and ensembles through using it -- Just start off by searching for one of your favorite songs or artists, and you will soon be on an unforgettable and addictive journey of music discovery.

Best of all, it's completely free!

Enjoy!

Little Epiphanies

Every now and then I happen to acquire little thoughts that come with better self-centering and balancing. Today, I had the opportunity to grow a little. It made me a little more peaceful, I guess. This morning while we were on our way to Denny's, Stephanie and I got some soda right before she had to be there to work. When I came home, I drank about half of it before going back to bed to sleep a little more. I never can seem to sleep eight hours in one chunk; the occasion on which I do is a rather rare occurrence. Don't get me wrong either - I can sleep like nobody's business anyway, just not all at once like that. I've always been a bit of an insomniac like that.

Anyhow, I digress.

SERIOUSLY WTF

THIS IS IN ALL CAPS TO REFLECT MY SEVERE ANNOYANCE AND ANXIETY SURROUNDING THE ISSUE.

MY NOISY NEIGHBORS HAVE GOTTEN EVEN WORSE -- NOW THE ONES THAT BLASTED THE MUSIC SHOUT AND HAVE DOGS BARKING, THE ONES THAT HOLLER AND HAVE DOGS BARKING NOW HAVE LOUD MUSIC PLAYING TOO.

TODAY IS A SEVERE ANXIETY ATTACK DAY. I JUST CANNOT TAKE THIS ANYMORE!!!! IF I CALL THE COPS, I FEAR ONE OR BOTH OF THE NEIGHBORS WILL DO DAMAGE TO MY VEHICLE, HOME, OR EVEN ATTACK. IF I TELL THE LANDLADY, SHE WON'T DO ANYTHING. IF I BLAST MY MUSIC, IT JUST ADDS TO MY PANIC.

I NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE!!!! I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO ANY MORE! I GOT TWO HOURS OF SLEEP, CAN'T NAP FOR ALL THE DAMN NOISE, AND NOW I JUST CAN'T STOP CRYING THE NOISE IS SO STRESSFUL FOR ME. I HAVE DELICATE NERVES ANYWAY -- THIS ISN'T HELPING!!

Wretch and fetch

I'd like to apologize to you, my readers and followers, for my absence as of late. I've not been feeling quite right for a few days and I'm also putting my nose to the grind stone to have some sober fun. I'd say it hasn't been easy to do so, but it has. Ha. It has been both fun and time consuming, so I let the blog go by the wayside for a bit.

I've also been out of things to really talk about lately as nothing new is really going on here. There's plenty of stories from the past that I could tell, but nothing that can't be told another time when I'm feeling more "with it."

All in all, I'm just trying to take it easy here and not stress myself out with non-obligations while job hunting and fulfilling what obligations I do have to take care of here. I hope everyone is doing well... and hopefully I'll be back to daily updates again soon.

In the mean time, why not check out each others' blogs? I know nearly every commenter and follower I have here has their own great blogs, and I can't tell you how many I've found just by going through their follower lists. :)

Cardinal sub-rule

Don't get greedy.

Work It

Well, now that the jackpot for Three-Eyed Bingo has finally bust -- and not on me -- I can blog without feeling as though I'm going to miss something. Never mind that I totally took a nap and someone won literally minutes after that. Oh well.

So I went to see my friend and adviser the other day to get some advice about those pesky job applications that I am now starting to fill out again. See, one of my biggest problems while filling out an application is what to write in the space marked "reason for leaving." I absolutely hate to lie or even mislead, especially when it says that doing so on an application will likely lead to termination... but I can't tell them the actual truth about how I've ended up leaving my past jobs; to do so would be like saying, "Hey, I just wasted your time and mine by filling out this application, but just laugh hysterically as you chuck it out and you'll feel better about it."

So what do you say when the situation is just as bad as it sounds?

Don't Jump

I was woken up at midnight with a text in reply to my "Don't hate yourself or me. Just know that I hope to see you on October 12, 2010"....

I never thought the lyrics for Third Eye Blind's "Jumper" would be my background music and fit.

DONE

I saw this today as I was dropping Steph and the girls off at her house. Just a few houses away, there is fail in full force. It made my day (keyword henceforth: IMMD). :)

On a serious note, I have decided to, for the time being, cut ties with the person that inspired "I'm Going Home." Because there are not going to be any names mentioned, I feel that I can tell you the story and not feel as though I've sold anyone out. Be warned: this tale contains drug references, homosexual references, and a peeved Jenno.

I'm Going Home

I was just a party to some kind of messed up experience.... Not really messed up, nothing super-major. But messed up nonetheless.

So, of course, me being as pissed off and determined to not watch another freaking train wreck... and being drunk along with the inspiration of this song (no, not Marco. He doesn't even drink.)...

I really just need to talk about it to get some perspective on what in the world I'm supposed to do. The thing about that is that it's really some really deep crap if you're not used to the rough and rumble way of getting on. So, not being able to talk about it....

Naturally, I wrote a song about it.