Lately; every I know has been subject to drama of some sort. No one knows what they are doing with their life, or retarded legal trouble, can't get a girl/boyfriend, or my personal favourite: family drama! And I've been around to listen to it all. Ive seen enough drama and sticky situations, that I'm pretty I qualify as a police negotiator by now. During all of this, I've been running own social experiment. But that comes in a later paragraph (just be glad I didn't make it a payed DLC paragraph).

Anyways, this journal isn't about them. mostly. They already count as have getting an honourable mention, so I can't really take that away from them now. Its about me. and my problems. Everything I listed previously? I have it. I am the Montgomery Burns of social stress. No one really knows how exactly I'm still functional socially, least of all me. seeing as I think I'm using the english language correctly, its safe to assume I'm not nuts. yet.

But yeah, I just finished college. woooo go me I guess. It was interesting use of my life for 3 years, but it sure would be sweet to put it to use. Alas I cannot. Mine is the tragic tale of being underqualified for everything I want, and over-qualified for everything available. So now I'm stuck home looking for jobs but not really finding anything. and not doing anything is the worst part. I hate inactivity. On the plus side I can finally catch up on my vidja gamin'. Since as shown by my persistence in education: I LOVE wasting my time.

I wanted to write a transitional senetence here, but its quarter to 4am, so screw that. The other day I got charged with breaking a city law ; I am truly a hardened criminal now, a danger to society, a menace to all those around me. I have no doubt in the eyes of soccer moms everywhere to have begun without error to hang out with sadists and rapists alike.
My Crime?
Riding a bicycle on the sidewalk.
This paragraph is all about me bitching about how silly that is in a small city where everyone drives; and thus no one uses the sidewalk. You can fill in your own rants and expletives as you wish, the whole ordeal was quite silly.
Now i was given the option to take part in a "safety training course" in exchaange for the charge being dropped. which I did. it was boring as sin. and then the practical test. I got torrentialed upon. A rainstorm of thor proportions. why? because FML. and if dood screws up the paper work, the I still have to go to court over it. THis is the last thing on my mind but stillllll, I wasted 4 hours of my life on that.

Speaking of wasted time, Yes I'm still single, and yes it sucks. It shouldn't be that hard to fix since I'm pretty intelligent and not bad looking (I'm not quite a sexy beast, but I can hold my own against the average). Where things fall apart is everyone else, specifically the majority of the local female population: they are mostly airheads. Think stereotypical blonde and an obsession with the word "like" as if life=Facebook. Protip: If you "like" my status I am going to give zero damns. and that's on discount. I'll even thrown in an extra 50% damn if you promise to stop.

Whats not on discount is how much I hate my house; No one gets along with their parents after around age 17, thats why everyone has a boner for moving out. Mine are especially bad. You see, we have a small zoo. When no one else is around I am expected, nay demanded, to take of it. And I'm the only one without a full time job. or any job. So I spend my week taking care of animals I don't like (other than my doggies, wouldn't give them up). AT the same time I'm expected to look for work. I'm sure you can see the issue with this: I can only exist linearly in time, that is; there is only one of me at any given time (or if future me is reading this at the same time as current me, do me a favour and drop some lottery number for current me). Also the zoo is flat out driving me insane. And I can't do a goddamn thing that I enjoy either. This is the part where I wonder how I'm still functional as well as I am. It really shouldn't be possible. My only suspicion is that my mentality is divided into 2 now, one for dealing with home, and the other for everything else. which would explain why at any given time I feel like Im missing something emotionally. does this classify me as bipolar?

Allright; you got to the end of my words. Congratulations I suppose. Ive killed a good chunk of my battery on this; So its time to reveal the social experiment from earlier. over the past few months I've been listening to people whine about there own lives. For the most part they are justified: life after all, inherently sucks.I keep wondering why they always come to me, But I guess I should feel thankful, or at least safe in the knowledge taht people like to talk to me. However, everytime I try to relate by bringing up how my own life sucks, they just keep going on about their own. Its like I only exist to be talked to, and never listened too. I'm almost tempted to call everyone I know an asshole for that, but really they have enough on their mind. Still, do I really only exist as a sounding board for other peoples problems? or does everyone assume that because I never seem distressed about anything (non-expressive is a trait I picked up for dealing for my asshat stepdad) that everything is fine?

mmmm...well.... its not. I'm running out of conventional options for how to deal with my problems. Or mayhaps I'm just feeling bitter again.

Anyhoo, This is your words of update on your resident a-furry-only-depending-on-who-you-ask-'roo I hope you enjoyed reading them more than I enjoyed writing them (I feel a hand cramp coming on) now if you'll excuse me, I think I'm going to enjoy the cold front thats coming through my area.

Oh right, one last thing: humidity really, REALLY, sucks.