The “real world” can bite me

(Back up because the page really needs material) 

I’d write more often. I really would. But it seems the only stuff that wants to come out is either emo or completely uninteresting, and I’d rather not have any of you have that impression of me. I’m fine with you guys just thinking I’m incredibly lazy and/or uncreative. But really, what can I write about? Ever since I started working (or “working,” as many would say), life has been completely ho-hum. I’ve lost the few ambitions that I had, feeling as if they aren’t worth pursuing anymore, and I hardly get to have any kind of human interaction anymore. I tend to ”work” from the empty apartment (since Carlos has left to find a higher purpose) since going to the company office would be nothing more than a change of scenery: my presence there isn’t exactly noticed, seeing as none of the employees are a part of my team (meaning I don’t work with any of them), and I’m not married and can’t engage in meaningful conversations of kitchen appliances and household chores. Plus, I don’t exactly need a pretty desk or readily available coffee to carry out my strenuous task of copy-pasting. Thus, from sun-up to sun-down, I sit in my wooden chair, leading my unfortunate eyes down the path of destruction by forcing them to look at nothing but the bright light eminating from the laptop.

“But the work is easy, and you’re getting paid!”

I like being challenged, and all the money I’m making is going into all the luxuries I had before I started working… when I didn’t have to pay for them. If you want to copy paste for the rest of your life, then go ahead, I’m sure you’ll be do a helluva lot of good for society, but it’s really not my thing, and it’s certainly not why I’ve spent 7 semester taking classes that I also paid for by hauling ass in marching band. I don’t see any other way of interpreting all of this other than as a foreshadow to a dreary and solitary future.

And now I feel that it is my duty to end this on a light-hearted note, seeing as PeanutCup was never intended to be a place for us to bitch and moan. I’m sorry to have used it as such.

300 waz swet lol i luvd it im kewl bcuz i abrev n dont use good gramer.

Hmm… that was a bit forced, wasn’t it? Ah well.