ARBU: Another Really Boring Update

So, thanks to my roomy's ability to turn "I'm gonna stay up until two" into "I'M GONNA STAY UP ALL NIGHT AND WAKE YOU UP A NUMBER OF TIMES WITH WHAT SOUNDS LIKE ME PLAYING A GAME, EVEN THOUGH I SWEAR I DIDN'T PLAY ANY GAMES AND WORKED ALL NIGHT," I definitely have less than 6 hours of sleep in me, which makes me a bit angry. I like to get the doctor-recommended minimum, if not the average. I woke up for the final time at around 6 or 6:30, which was followed by roomy finally going to bed at 7. Which means that not only do I get to NOT sleep, but I will likely have to wait on him to STOP sleeping, before we can leave. Because I have to carry him to Tupelo every Friday, since he has no want for a car/driver's license of his own. Also, yes, he worked all night on something for a class which he ended up deciding to skip because he was so tired from staying up all night.

It's nice of him to pay for my meals whenever he wants to eat somewhere, pays for my movie ticket whenever he wants to see a movie, and to share his drinks that I drive him to Walmart, so that he can buy, but It gets a bit old to have to wait on him all the time. Going to Tupelo once every school-week sounds nice, but the fact that all that is ever done is drive him to the bank, Best Buy, Barnes & Noble, Gamestop, and his grandmother's, so that he can get things he wants... It's not as fun as you might think.

He should really learn to be a little more independent, in my opinion. But, then again, I could probably benefit from being more independent, myself. It's definitely not nice to hear from someone else in my family that my grandmother* complains about me all the time. I try to be as little a burden as possible, and do everything she asks of me. But apparently she complains to my sister about how she spends all day, every Saturday, doing my laundry. I don't want her to do my laundry! She told me to let her do my laundry so that the clothes would look their best. Yet I still feel guilty. This is probably the gayest thing to ever feel guilty about.

I'm very much ready to graduate from this dank little community college. If I wasn't so lazy, I probably would have done so by now. But I take the minimum classes to remain full-time.

After graduation, I'm hoping to move off to California, where maybe I won't have to rely on anyone for anything. Does anyone want to go with me? I don't plan to depend on you, only to have a familiar face to keep me company while I get used to new surroundings. It'll be fun!

Something that will happen sooner than graduation is the government giving me $2,250 for being a poor person going to college. Hopefully I can use that money to get a decent tablet pc, which would help me, career-wise. I'd be able to do animate with much more ease, which would give me the incentive to animate MORE, which would give me plenty of material for a demo reel, which could possibly get me a job, when I move to California. The fact that I've put so much thought into this means that something will inevitably go wrong BEFORE I am able to purchase this amazing device, and I'll end up having to spend the money on that instead. Blazer, I'm looking at you. With the stink eye.

Yet again, this blog is about complaining and planning. What's the deal with that? I guess all other things in my life are able to be shoved into 140 characters or less. Thanks, Twitter. You asshole.

News for anyone who has read this far, I'm still going to try the "Phone Story Saturday" thing, so let's see if I can work out a way to make a story JUST long enough to fit into a blog text.

I will also be trying something new with my good friend John Murro (aka "GORE"). Once we can come to an agreement on what horrible show to watch, we will hopefully start doing a weekly thing of doing commentary tweets on that show. The show we use will likely be a crime drama. Or maybe The Secret Life, or some show from Disney. The aim is to make the show go from bad to entertaining, by the introduction of our HILARIOUS (I hope) comments.

Any plans other than that are still the same. With Boondocks shutting down, my stand-up comedy plans had to be changed. Hopefully, at some point, Austin and myself (and whoever else wants to go with us, to perform or support) will be going to one of the many open mic's in Memphis. I'll be doing stand-up, and he'll be doing his solo work, which will surely be amazing. He will be amazing, that is. Not my stuff. I expect to be booed off the stage. SELF-ESTEEM.

I just felt like venting about things that aren't really problems and planning for things that won't ever happen. This happens ALL THE TIME, it seems. I will try not to seem so self-centered now. How is everything with you?



*For those of you who don't know or remember, I have been living with my grandmother for a little less than a year now.

Since this is relatively new, and certainly time consuming, I will not try to make this very long.

A SHORT CELLPHONE TALE:

Abe was a musician. In fact, he was a very famous musician. He was not, however, famous for how good he was, but for how utterly HORRIBLE he was at playing his instrument. The instrument in question was a marimba.

Abe was, before he was famous, a complete bum. Not the kind of bum that you see providing comic relief in movies, but rather the kind of bum that barely scrapes by, living in the basement of the two people who fucked him into existence, his parents. And though Abe did not know it, his parents both secretly wished for a way to fuck him OUT of existence. Lucky for him, scientists have yet to perfect the technology.

(As it turns out, apparently there IS a limit to how much I can write in a text, so I'll have to finish this later. Not a good start to this whole experiment, huh?)