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Diary Entry Mess #1
16 years ago
Currently Playing: Resident Evil II (PSX)
Currently Reading: Vampire of New York, The (Lee Hunt)
Currently Reading: Vampire of New York, The (Lee Hunt)
Look what you did, Kegan. You made me make a journal.
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(1:30 A.M. MST) Tuesday, February 3, 2008
I'm leaving for Centennial Job Corps in nine hours. I don't feel excited, I don't feel hopeful, I don't feel like I'm looking forward to it... I just feel a trepidation over leaving everything and everyone I love. In their place will be at least two other guys that I won't know, and we will have no separation from each other in the dorm that I'll be moving into with them. I won't even be going there for the reason that I was meant to, since Computer Services and Culinary Arts are both extremely full. While I'm on-center, I'll be spending two months in a class for learning how to paint houses. If neither Culinary Arts nor Computer Services have opened up to me by the end of the two month staging period, I will be sent home, much to my delight. I will continue to add entries to this profile during my stay at Centennial Job Corps, probably over weekends. For now though, I should get to sleep. Nine hours isn't very far off, and the alcohol in my system is starting to lose it's effects, and I'll be unable to sleep tonight if it stops working. Farewell, FurAffinity.
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(2:28 P.M. MST) Sunday, February 22, 2009
I left Job Corps on a weekend pass two days ago at approximately 7:10 P.M. after spending the day running around the kitchen, getting my stuff ready for my absence, and spending some time with Xander00, one of four other furs I met on campus. The three weeks I spent on campus so far were great, better than I had expected them to be. I miss everything and everyone here, but Job Corps has a lot of good news attached to it. There's bad news too, but there's a lot more good news than bad news, which is something I'm not used to.
As far as bad news goes, I brought four plants that I'm growing (basil, parsley, chives, and marjoram) on campus and set them up on the windowsil of my dorm room, and someone opened the window from the outside (which is supposed to be impossible) and stole my basil; one of my roomates is a war veteran, and I completely disagree with the choices he made as a sniper to the point where I was almost crying and needed to hug somebody; another of my roomates is a skater punk, and he's insultingly homophobic; Starting Monday, I need to spend a week in Computer Services, a trade in which all of the students and staff are disgustingly tightassed; and my CPP brother (best friend out of my group of new students) got labeled as a racist because of an oh-so-slightly off-color joke he told during a bus ride ('What do you call a bunch of black guys buried up to their necks in the ground? Afroturf!'), and all of our group is punishing him beyond reason over it.
Good news: Three of my four roommates are gamers; I have met fours furs on-campus; I wanna go into the kitchen, and (socially) the kitchen has practically accepted me; one of the furs I met is in the kitchen; the campus has a weight-lifting room, and a billiards hall (I will NOT say pool hall, because the admissions counselors insist on confusing pool hall with swimming pool, causing MANY misunderstandings in enrollment desires); and a lot of other stuff I don't feel like going into right now because I'm busy talking with all the people I left behind.
I'm getting ready to leave soon. It was nice to be here, but I need to get back. I'll be taking my computer with me, and I could have internet soon, so keep an eye out for me. See you again soon, FurAffinity!
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(10:28 P.M. MST) Monday, February 23, 2009
(I'm still at Job Corps as I type this entry.) Today was an extremely good day! It started out pretty bleak: My Career Preperation Phase (or CPP) Instructor told me last
Thursday that I would be spending Friday in the Kitchen doing Culinary Arts (my trade of choice), and then all this week in the computer lab doing Computer Services (my previous
trade of choice until I found out that the people inside were completely tightassed). Friday was a little embarassing for me (for reasons I won't go into here), but my time
spent in the kitchen was... Well, heavenly, for lack of a more appropriate term, and it was made all the sweeter by my weekend pass.
Returning to the present though, I got up outta bed this morning with nothing to look forward to but five days of soulless paperwork and office relations, and nobody but my CPP
brother Jerimiah (one of the furs I know on-center, a straight panda [yes, straight.].) to keep me any kind of sentient company. When I arrived though, the teacher I was
supposed to be under told me I wasn't on the sheet of CPPs to be in his class. After an attack of mixed feelings over not having to deal with a bunch of prudes and having to
leave Jerimiah to fend for himself after an incident that allowed malicious parties to falsely brand him as a racist, I was sent to speak with a woman that I never made it to,
and wound up speaking with my CPP Instructor's understudy, Kamian, who brought me around the campus a little before speaking with Sam, the man in charge of the kitchen.
She spoke a little bit with Sam, who kept interrupting her with praises for my eagerness to help out during the two days I had been in prior, about what was available to me for
the day within the kitchen. As a response, Sam tossed me a black cook's hat, a piece of the Culinary uniform. From what I hear, that should only happen under one of two
circumstances: lack of hairnets (there were plenty just outside the office), or an acknowledgement of my efforts to get into the kitchen permanently. Kamian seemed to be fine
with the response and allowed one of Sam's sous-chefs to cart me off to go take care of a job, which wound up being compacting boxes. Not exactly a lofty task, but at least it
was SOMETHING attached to the kitchen. After running around to collect the keys to the compactor and a razor for cutting tape/plastic, I worked for a few minutes in solitude
(something I rather treasure), then found myself joined by Caveman (another of the four furs I know on-campus, a bi-curious fox). Caveman helped me break down boxes and crush
them, then wound up talking me into slacking off a lot of the day. Aside from my slacking, I also spent the day running the deep-fryer, browning off chicken breasts and
drumsticks to give them a crunchy texture before baking them to finish them off for dinner, toting frozen stuff outta deep freeze, and getting the chicken in the oven a little
bit later.
When I was getting ready to head back to my dorm, I asked Sam what I should do with my hat, and he simply stated 'keep it'. If you can't see it in your mind's eye, I'm doing the
world's most extravagant happy dance on the inside right now.
I has a hat~ <3
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(9:31 P.M. MST) Wednesday, February 25, 2009
(Still at Job Corps.) I just got back from role-call, and the new Staff member for Pheonix Dorm (one of four forms on center, and the dorm I'm assigned to live in) needs to be
explained before I can get to the reason for this diary entry.
His name is Mike, and he's a pretty cool guy, though he does have his problems. Before he arrived in our dorm, our role-calls lasted anywhere between 5-10 minutes. Now that he's
taken over our roll-calls, we all have found ourselves sitting in the small lounge listening to him talk for anywhere between 30-45 minutes without fail.
Mike redeemed himself somewhat tonight during role-call. He started off as he usually does: topics over the cleanliness of the dorm, lectures over attendance at mandatory
extracurricular events, and discussions over how the staff is just like the students. However, he ended his time in the spotlight with a showstopper. 'One more thing: I lost the
game.'
Pwnd.
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(7:29 P.M. MST) Monday, March 9, 2009
(At Jorb Cops.) I visited the house over the weekend, but found myself without internet there. No matter though, I still had televisio-- Oh wait, that was shut off, too. So
there I was, just me and my computer (which I brought with me for the weekend). I didn't think to make an entry here, since I wouldn't be able to post it at that time, anyway. I
wound up using the free time I had on my hands to finally drive myself the rest of the way through DooM's 'THE SHORES OF HELL' and all the way through 'INFERNO' in less than a
day (the Spider Mastermind was my bitch. I only died twice because I couldn't figure out where the minigun fire was coming from the first time, and the second time I thought I
was dealing with a DooM64 Arachnotron.). Now I'm having a much harder time pushing my way through 'THY FLESH CONSUMED', which really likes to rape players. Brutally. With
multiple barbed cocks. Mmmmmm, multiple barbed cocks... *Drools all over himself and has a tent*
Anyway, I wound up losing my key at the house, which sucks a lot. Now I need Staff intervention in order to change clothes after Trade is over, and to lock up before I leave the
room in the morning. Like I said, it sucks a lot.
Speaking of Trade, Caveman and I are planning up a story together while we waste our lives away in the dry storage room. The way it starts is with Tails performing an experiment
on a chaos emerald with Cream keeping him company when Amy comes to bug him for something, then Shadow butts in, which makes Amy mad (because she's dumb and senselessly
territorial like that) and leads to Shadow (carrying a chaos emerald of his own, of course) getting knocked within proximity of the experiment, which causes a catastrophic
malfunction and releases a blast of chaos energy. In the ensuing chaos, Tails and Amy switch bodies, as do Shadow and Cream. As you can probably imagine, hilarity ensues. Keep
an eye out for a new sprite comic planned to appear sometime in the (not necessarily near) future: 'Chaos Theory'!
I don't think I said anything before now, but I'm also sick. I have a REALLY bad chest cold that's starting in on it's third week of punishing my body and mind with painful
coughs and a frustratingly disorienting fog of the mind. I've been sick since Monday about two weeks ago, when I got what felt like a minor sore throat that could easily have
been caused by the dodgeball game earlier, at which I was very loud. The next morning, I had an extremely sore throat and a dry cough hat gave me a pounding headache. Wednesday
morning saw my headache give way to a wet cough that got progressively worse until about Sunday. Starting about Wednesday last week, I haven't been coughing up much of what's
still got me congested, but it's been coming up slowly, though it doesn't seem to have an end. Every few days, I've been winding up on my knees before the toilet, losing my most
recent meal. My mom's already alerted to this, and she's waiting for me to tell her to make an appointment to get me to someone that knows about this kinda stuff better than the
in-training clinic girls here. My throat's been less and less sore over the past few days after getting away from the concentration of other people with the same affliction for
the weekend, but I'm still in a fog, and I'm still coughing. More disconcerting than that, I'm still finding myself kneeled over the toilet. If I'm still coughing tomorrow after
trade, I'll be calling my mom and getting an appointment scheduled ASAP. Here's to hoping I wind up on mandatory bed rest.
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(5:10 P.M. MST) Tuesday, March 10, 2009
SAMMICH 8U *Om nom nom nom nom*
There, now that I've gotten some food in my stomach, on to the journal entry!
(At Job Craps.) Jack, one of two men in charge of the kitchen, had me working all around the kitchen today, trying to get me to do something other than sitting on my ass and
doing my current good job of acting as an organic security camera. I spent a lot of time sitting on my ass anyway, since Jack assigned me to KP, a group with next to no use
until lunch rolls around. I spend part of the time prior to lunch getting payed, a grand total of $25.09 for this pay period, making a total of close to $40 in my wallet at the
time. When lunchtime hit, I got to eat with Caveman, then I returned to the KP area to find myself getting carted off to work lunch rush dishing from line 2, getting to scoop
tater tots with my hands. Hot, crumby (literally), greasy, nasty work, but it's work.
After lunch, I abandoned KP (I wasn't getting any work to do there anyway) in favor of sweeping the kitchen up. Sweeping the kitchen led me to sweeping the seperate kitchen area
(which Jack is in charge of), where I got to work with the other gay guy in the kitchen, Brock Patton (one of the four furs I know on center, a white tigress). He's really nice,
and I like him a lot. Teh Feef and Nerry dun gots to worry though, I'm not gonna leave them for someone else. Brock's already spoken for, anyway. ^_^
Anyway, it's almost 5:30 now, and I need to go get more food in my stomach to make it stop hurting. I'll write more later!
(5:45 P.M. MST)
I just got back from the cafeteria, and I'm very disappointed in what I saw and wound up walking out on:
Taco burgers.
I caught my roommate Jake on the way back and said the two normally un-horrific words to him. He promptly turned around and hurried back to the room right on my heels. He and I
are currently sitting in our dorm room right now, waiting for Austin to return to the room as well. When he gets back, we're ordering pizza-- Hey, speak of the devil! Typing
this up at 5:49, Austin just burst through the door next to my bed. I'll type more later; Right now, I gotta get my headphones off and listen to what they might be saying about
pizza/money issues.
(6:34 P.M. MST)
Pizza just got here, and it's SOOO much better than the kitchen's options! Two medium pepperoni, one medium sausage, and one medium pineapple Domino's pizzas. Austin and I are
sharing the sausage slices, and he's being nice about it, actually. I need to go finish them before things change, though. D:
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(9:21 P.M. MST) Wednesday, March 18, 2009
(At Jell-O Camp.) Ohshi-- I haven't written anything here in a while! So much to update the diary on! Most noteably, my C-bed roommie, Adam Sotelo, resigned from Job Corps with
80% of his trade's requirements fulfilled and a grey card, which he left behind on his bed with his ID (I woulda found a scanner and used it to blackball him everywhere, but his
ID was found and confiscated by GCT when they came in during trade to replace our baseboards.). C-bed was ganked by Austin (who was formerly in E-bed, the top-bunk bed, and the
hardest bed to make properly in any room), and our new guy, José got forced into the suckiest bed in the room, the usually coveted top-bunk.
In trade news, Xander's still on the fast train to graduation, and we've almost completely stopped talking about Chaos Theory, though I'm pretty sure it's just been sidelined
until we can both actually WORK on it, rather than sit and discuss it forever. Now we're discussing the first meeting of our characters, Tai (his) and Dante (mine, duh). I'm
using this chance to progress something crucial about Dante, his acquisition of the Ixion blade, which will also be his first time to ever hold a keyblade, and Ixion's first
experience in a new prison. As far as I can tell, Tai will recieve nothing from the experience, but he's already got a LOT to brag about having. Tai will approach the blade,
hearing about the rumored half-heart sword at the top of the Tower Without Stairs while Dante is led by dreams of a trapped subject calling to him.
At the base room of the Tower Without Stairs, a fight over the claim to the blade will start between the two questing parties, kinda like a rumored 'Sword of Heroes' I've heard
of someplace I've definitely never seen any games related to. During their fight, they will discover a way to the sword: straight through the cieling, face-first as propelled by
the other combatant. Through their fighting, they will ascend the ancient skyscraper of a tower, ending up on the top of the tower with their heads in the clouds, literally.
In the center of the open-air top floor of tower is a ornate alter with an oddly-shaped sword jammed top-down into it, with a hilt sticking straight up as a lightning rod,
pommeled with a small half-heart blade. Here and now, the battle will become a much more serious struggle.
I don't doubt that we will be working on this as a serious side-story to his 'Among Light and Dark' series. Keep an eye out for this joint production on his page and on mine.
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(5:09 P.M. MST) Thursday, March 19, 2009
(At Jesus Christ.) I spent my first day in the kitchen without Caveman today (he left yesterday to spend two days of personal leave and two free weekend days with his family for
a vacation to Salt Lake City). I spent the day doing his job and watching the dry storeroom, organizing it's contents, doing the dirty laundry (soiled aprons and cleaning rags).
The lunch rush was spent crushing boxes outside, and missing the pleasant conversation offered by my friend of the cave. When I got back, I ganked the shower from under Austin
and spent the whole time between getting off trade and into roll call under the luxuriously hot water. While I was drying off after getting all the sweat off, José unlocked the
door from the outside, and I tried to get him to grow some balls and actually OPEN the door. Naturally, he backed off and hid in a corner from the big, scary gay guy in the
bathroom. x3
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(5:53 P.M. MST) Friday, March 20, 2009
(Still at Jack Cabbit.) WEEKEND, YAY! Now I can sleep in tomorrow... ^w^
I noticed something a little while back, but I REALLY noticed it today: now that I'm in a place where I can act like myself rather than acting like I have to around my family, I
act a LOT like I do online. Around the right people, I even squeak when I'm surprised! Mainly around Xander when he's being a butt to me and trying to poke me or beat me with
collapsed cardboard boxes. :P
Unfortunately, acting like I act online in an offline setting encompasses my 'Gem of Many Facets' (what I collectively call the many different and extremely varied variations of
my base personality. They're not seperate personalities, but rather one personality that can't decide what the fuck to be.). I find myself being quiet and shy around Brock (like
Hyuuga Hinata), loud and obnoxious in my dorm room (like Uzumaki Naruto), and thoughtfully talkative around Xander (like Shikamaru if he weren't antisocial), to name a few of my
different 'facets'. I just can't seem to find my personality niche...
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(6:40 P.M. MST) Tuesday, March 24, 2009
(Still at Jimmycracked Corn.) Xander and I have been discussing a side-story to his 'Among Light and Dark' series, I mentioned it once before in this diary on the 18th. Through
further discussion, we've come to the conclusion that this will be semi-canonical as an alternate reality story, and Xander mentioned (without me needing to say anything for
some reason) that it would be a lot less complicated than his main storyline. Our ideas for the story are fleshing out more fully, and more characters are slowly becoming
involved, including (but not limited to) Eggman-Nega and Xander's character Zen-Zen. Just the development of the concept is triggering the development of more and more content
to Dante's story, and will more than likely trigger a MAJOR development as to the personality and mannerisms of Dante as a character. In addition to Dante, the four elemental
blades I made in high school that I've been helpless to use in any storyline settings are gaining further development, and are even gaining more forms. For example: Ixion, my
blade of Lightning, is gaining a second form as the actual sword of Ixion (the spirit within the blade), and then a third form as a keyblade. My blade of water, which has
remained nameless since I've created it, is now named 'Aquos', courtesy of Xander's creative genius, and is itself gaining more forms, including a form as a keyblade.
On an interesting sidenote, Nerry ish teh hawt. ~<3 ;3
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(8:51 P.M. MST) Thursday, March 26, 2009
(Still at--) [STFU, parenthesis! >8U] (Holyshitbrackets ._.;;) Owwies... I bruised a rib two days ago, I dunno why I didn't mention it in my last journal. I-- Crap, role-call's
starting. I really picked a great time to start this journal, eh?
(9:20 P.M. MST)
Anyway, I was working in the kitchen with Xander on Tuesday when one of the kitchen staff, Brian asked us to help him move the bales of cardboard boxes off the loading dock, a
thing we had been hoping for for a long time in order to gain more ground on the loading dock, but dreading horribly since Xander and I had been making the bales personally, and
we'd been packing them TIGHT. These bales we make, stood on one end, come up about to my elbow and, and both the vertical sides span almost shoulder-length compared against me,
and are made of flattened cardboard boxes, which can pack down really damned good when you crush them with a 2 tons of pressure.
We packed one line of four boxes onto Brian's trailer easily enough, and the second line of four went well until the final box in the row, which didn't wanna get in line. Brian
couldn't scoot it in with the dolly (or handtruck as they call it on-center), I couldn't get it in with leg-power, and Xander couldn't budge it with arm power. I backed Xander
outta the way and Brian tried to stop me, but apparently he didn't try hard enough: I backed up, hunched down, and sprang forward with a flying shoulder tackle from hell! The
bale scooted it's ass back into formation, and I chuckled happily...
Then I realized that my rib was hurting like a bitch.
No big deal, though: it's a badge of honor I got for getting the job done my way, using my whole damned body as a tool. Xander and I finished scooting all the bales into
the trailer pretty quickly afterward without much trouble from my rib since it didn't quite bruise up yet. The final bale we put in was a sad moment: we wound up saying goodbye
to the tightest-packed, heaviest, and overall best bale we've made to-date. We had a good time wrestling the bastard of a bale across the loading dock, and we had hella fun with
it since it was the furthest away from the trailer, but we had to sit back and kinda let the reality of it settle in when we realized the Brian was pretty much about to take
away the only physical product of mine and Xander's efforts over the past month and a half. We got over it pretty fast, though.
Yesterday, we made plans to head to Boise Mall and Karcher Mall, but we're having issues getting them to work, so I won't mention any real details until it becomes a bit more
concrete.
It's getting pretty close to 10:00 P.M. now (9:57 P.M. MST). I'm gonna get outta my clothes and blast my brain out with some orchestral works until I pass out. G'night, F.A.!
~<3
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(6:24 P.M. MST) Monday, March 30, 2009
I go'd to the Boise Mall on Saturday! No, my plans with Xander fell through. In fact, I didn't even see him over the weekend for more than 60 seconds during a visit to his room
to see if we were headed to the mall together, to which he answered 'no' and flopped back over to go back to sleep.
Anyway, I used my Rec. Hall vouchers to head to the mall on Saturday, and I had a damned good time. I got to stretch my legs for two hours (30 minutes more than mall
outings are usually allowed), and I got to see some badass stuff! Unfortunately, I didn't get to buy very much at all, but I made my money (and some borrowed money) count. I
started with $15, which dwindled to approximately $7 when I bought dinner for myself: a tray of Edo sushi with lemonade. After I left the food court, my CPP brother Melvin
(A.K.A. Shuffles; recently discovered fifth fur I've met on-center, an orientation-unknown wolf) approached me and asked me to lend him a fiver so he could replace the shades
that got broken a few weeks ago. That wound up being a purchase with tax, so he left me with a single dollar left. I spent the rest of the time wandering around the mall and
spotting awesome things I would have loved to have had more money for. Before we left the mall, I spotted something I DESPERATELY wanted: 'Gravitation: The Novel'.
After I peed myself from shock when I realized that it was a book filled with a recountng of the entire base story of Gravitation as viewable through ways only
straight-up literature can offer, I carefully put the book back on the shelf, calmly walked out of the store, and scrounged all over the mall to find somebody, ANYBODY with
leftover money from the trip! After wasting almost fifteen minutes finding nobody, I found my CPP sister Jensen walking with Shuffles, who promptly led me to a small group of
other people from our group. Sitting amongst them was the last guy that still had money on-hand, and the tallest goddamned thing I've ever seen. I hounded Goliath until he
agreed to give me $8 in return for the change from the purchase of the book, the last dollar in my wallet, and a $10 bill on payday next Tuesday. This is Gravitation we're
talking about. That's TOTALLY worth it!
I'm'a save up some cash to get a few things I saw there next time I go, like perhaps some goggles (I'm'a be a goggle-boy! ~<3), a collar (woof woof, baby ;3), Ramune (soda
sealed with a marble, MANY rare flavors) [pronounced RAHM•yu•nay], and perhaps more Gravitation titles, not to mention more dinner, maybe a few Italian Sodas... Hell, I could
even go so far as to get a new camera!
For now though, I gots to get back to being active. Those Rec. Hall vouchers aren't gonna earn themselves! n_n
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(12:32 A.M. MST) Saturday, April 4, 2009
(Entry from home.) I will NEVER play pool again. After how horribly I did, how horrible I found out I was, and how horribly BETTER than me everyone else is in the 9-ball
tournament I played at earlier, I realize that I don't deserve to pick up a goddamned cue. For starters, in the first game of the night, I had to measure out my shots to figure
out where to shoot, and I wound up holding up the rest of the tournament because I couldn't work fast enough. Shortly after that, while I was still measuring out my shots and
trying to be quick about it, I knocked the cue ball with the MIDDLE of the fucking shaft and dropped it in the pocket, to which one of the audience members actually felt the
need to say something out loud to me that almost got his teeth knocked in, all three of them that he still had. To finish the first game, I made a shot I obviously didn't even
care about, and my opponent seemed to pick up on that because, when the ball stopped, he pounced on it and ran the table out flawlessly, and then sank the nine ball and
scratched the cue ball, making it OBVIOUS that he was throwing the fucking game. To cap it all off, I faced him in a three-rack matchup, and then his girlfriend in a two-rack
matchup that she seemed to realize I didn't give a shit about, because she didn't pull any punches and I only sank one ball during the matchup.
They're trying to convince me that I'm doing good when I can fucking SEE that they're lying to my face. I WANT to be a good pool player, I WANT to enjoy drinking with
them, I WANT to fit in, I WANT to have their sense of humor, I WANT to be a part of my family... But facts came rushing at me tonight after the second match that put me out of
the tournament. They're all straight, I'm gay; they all drink because they enjoy it, I drink because my family's doing it (I don't even LIKE the taste of alcohol.); they're all
socialites, I'm a hermit in public.
They're all human, I'm... I'm just some by-product...
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(1:30 A.M. MST) Tuesday, February 3, 2008
I'm leaving for Centennial Job Corps in nine hours. I don't feel excited, I don't feel hopeful, I don't feel like I'm looking forward to it... I just feel a trepidation over leaving everything and everyone I love. In their place will be at least two other guys that I won't know, and we will have no separation from each other in the dorm that I'll be moving into with them. I won't even be going there for the reason that I was meant to, since Computer Services and Culinary Arts are both extremely full. While I'm on-center, I'll be spending two months in a class for learning how to paint houses. If neither Culinary Arts nor Computer Services have opened up to me by the end of the two month staging period, I will be sent home, much to my delight. I will continue to add entries to this profile during my stay at Centennial Job Corps, probably over weekends. For now though, I should get to sleep. Nine hours isn't very far off, and the alcohol in my system is starting to lose it's effects, and I'll be unable to sleep tonight if it stops working. Farewell, FurAffinity.
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(2:28 P.M. MST) Sunday, February 22, 2009
I left Job Corps on a weekend pass two days ago at approximately 7:10 P.M. after spending the day running around the kitchen, getting my stuff ready for my absence, and spending some time with Xander00, one of four other furs I met on campus. The three weeks I spent on campus so far were great, better than I had expected them to be. I miss everything and everyone here, but Job Corps has a lot of good news attached to it. There's bad news too, but there's a lot more good news than bad news, which is something I'm not used to.
As far as bad news goes, I brought four plants that I'm growing (basil, parsley, chives, and marjoram) on campus and set them up on the windowsil of my dorm room, and someone opened the window from the outside (which is supposed to be impossible) and stole my basil; one of my roomates is a war veteran, and I completely disagree with the choices he made as a sniper to the point where I was almost crying and needed to hug somebody; another of my roomates is a skater punk, and he's insultingly homophobic; Starting Monday, I need to spend a week in Computer Services, a trade in which all of the students and staff are disgustingly tightassed; and my CPP brother (best friend out of my group of new students) got labeled as a racist because of an oh-so-slightly off-color joke he told during a bus ride ('What do you call a bunch of black guys buried up to their necks in the ground? Afroturf!'), and all of our group is punishing him beyond reason over it.
Good news: Three of my four roommates are gamers; I have met fours furs on-campus; I wanna go into the kitchen, and (socially) the kitchen has practically accepted me; one of the furs I met is in the kitchen; the campus has a weight-lifting room, and a billiards hall (I will NOT say pool hall, because the admissions counselors insist on confusing pool hall with swimming pool, causing MANY misunderstandings in enrollment desires); and a lot of other stuff I don't feel like going into right now because I'm busy talking with all the people I left behind.
I'm getting ready to leave soon. It was nice to be here, but I need to get back. I'll be taking my computer with me, and I could have internet soon, so keep an eye out for me. See you again soon, FurAffinity!
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(10:28 P.M. MST) Monday, February 23, 2009
(I'm still at Job Corps as I type this entry.) Today was an extremely good day! It started out pretty bleak: My Career Preperation Phase (or CPP) Instructor told me last
Thursday that I would be spending Friday in the Kitchen doing Culinary Arts (my trade of choice), and then all this week in the computer lab doing Computer Services (my previous
trade of choice until I found out that the people inside were completely tightassed). Friday was a little embarassing for me (for reasons I won't go into here), but my time
spent in the kitchen was... Well, heavenly, for lack of a more appropriate term, and it was made all the sweeter by my weekend pass.
Returning to the present though, I got up outta bed this morning with nothing to look forward to but five days of soulless paperwork and office relations, and nobody but my CPP
brother Jerimiah (one of the furs I know on-center, a straight panda [yes, straight.].) to keep me any kind of sentient company. When I arrived though, the teacher I was
supposed to be under told me I wasn't on the sheet of CPPs to be in his class. After an attack of mixed feelings over not having to deal with a bunch of prudes and having to
leave Jerimiah to fend for himself after an incident that allowed malicious parties to falsely brand him as a racist, I was sent to speak with a woman that I never made it to,
and wound up speaking with my CPP Instructor's understudy, Kamian, who brought me around the campus a little before speaking with Sam, the man in charge of the kitchen.
She spoke a little bit with Sam, who kept interrupting her with praises for my eagerness to help out during the two days I had been in prior, about what was available to me for
the day within the kitchen. As a response, Sam tossed me a black cook's hat, a piece of the Culinary uniform. From what I hear, that should only happen under one of two
circumstances: lack of hairnets (there were plenty just outside the office), or an acknowledgement of my efforts to get into the kitchen permanently. Kamian seemed to be fine
with the response and allowed one of Sam's sous-chefs to cart me off to go take care of a job, which wound up being compacting boxes. Not exactly a lofty task, but at least it
was SOMETHING attached to the kitchen. After running around to collect the keys to the compactor and a razor for cutting tape/plastic, I worked for a few minutes in solitude
(something I rather treasure), then found myself joined by Caveman (another of the four furs I know on-campus, a bi-curious fox). Caveman helped me break down boxes and crush
them, then wound up talking me into slacking off a lot of the day. Aside from my slacking, I also spent the day running the deep-fryer, browning off chicken breasts and
drumsticks to give them a crunchy texture before baking them to finish them off for dinner, toting frozen stuff outta deep freeze, and getting the chicken in the oven a little
bit later.
When I was getting ready to head back to my dorm, I asked Sam what I should do with my hat, and he simply stated 'keep it'. If you can't see it in your mind's eye, I'm doing the
world's most extravagant happy dance on the inside right now.
I has a hat~ <3
===
(9:31 P.M. MST) Wednesday, February 25, 2009
(Still at Job Corps.) I just got back from role-call, and the new Staff member for Pheonix Dorm (one of four forms on center, and the dorm I'm assigned to live in) needs to be
explained before I can get to the reason for this diary entry.
His name is Mike, and he's a pretty cool guy, though he does have his problems. Before he arrived in our dorm, our role-calls lasted anywhere between 5-10 minutes. Now that he's
taken over our roll-calls, we all have found ourselves sitting in the small lounge listening to him talk for anywhere between 30-45 minutes without fail.
Mike redeemed himself somewhat tonight during role-call. He started off as he usually does: topics over the cleanliness of the dorm, lectures over attendance at mandatory
extracurricular events, and discussions over how the staff is just like the students. However, he ended his time in the spotlight with a showstopper. 'One more thing: I lost the
game.'
Pwnd.
===
(7:29 P.M. MST) Monday, March 9, 2009
(At Jorb Cops.) I visited the house over the weekend, but found myself without internet there. No matter though, I still had televisio-- Oh wait, that was shut off, too. So
there I was, just me and my computer (which I brought with me for the weekend). I didn't think to make an entry here, since I wouldn't be able to post it at that time, anyway. I
wound up using the free time I had on my hands to finally drive myself the rest of the way through DooM's 'THE SHORES OF HELL' and all the way through 'INFERNO' in less than a
day (the Spider Mastermind was my bitch. I only died twice because I couldn't figure out where the minigun fire was coming from the first time, and the second time I thought I
was dealing with a DooM64 Arachnotron.). Now I'm having a much harder time pushing my way through 'THY FLESH CONSUMED', which really likes to rape players. Brutally. With
multiple barbed cocks. Mmmmmm, multiple barbed cocks... *Drools all over himself and has a tent*
Anyway, I wound up losing my key at the house, which sucks a lot. Now I need Staff intervention in order to change clothes after Trade is over, and to lock up before I leave the
room in the morning. Like I said, it sucks a lot.
Speaking of Trade, Caveman and I are planning up a story together while we waste our lives away in the dry storage room. The way it starts is with Tails performing an experiment
on a chaos emerald with Cream keeping him company when Amy comes to bug him for something, then Shadow butts in, which makes Amy mad (because she's dumb and senselessly
territorial like that) and leads to Shadow (carrying a chaos emerald of his own, of course) getting knocked within proximity of the experiment, which causes a catastrophic
malfunction and releases a blast of chaos energy. In the ensuing chaos, Tails and Amy switch bodies, as do Shadow and Cream. As you can probably imagine, hilarity ensues. Keep
an eye out for a new sprite comic planned to appear sometime in the (not necessarily near) future: 'Chaos Theory'!
I don't think I said anything before now, but I'm also sick. I have a REALLY bad chest cold that's starting in on it's third week of punishing my body and mind with painful
coughs and a frustratingly disorienting fog of the mind. I've been sick since Monday about two weeks ago, when I got what felt like a minor sore throat that could easily have
been caused by the dodgeball game earlier, at which I was very loud. The next morning, I had an extremely sore throat and a dry cough hat gave me a pounding headache. Wednesday
morning saw my headache give way to a wet cough that got progressively worse until about Sunday. Starting about Wednesday last week, I haven't been coughing up much of what's
still got me congested, but it's been coming up slowly, though it doesn't seem to have an end. Every few days, I've been winding up on my knees before the toilet, losing my most
recent meal. My mom's already alerted to this, and she's waiting for me to tell her to make an appointment to get me to someone that knows about this kinda stuff better than the
in-training clinic girls here. My throat's been less and less sore over the past few days after getting away from the concentration of other people with the same affliction for
the weekend, but I'm still in a fog, and I'm still coughing. More disconcerting than that, I'm still finding myself kneeled over the toilet. If I'm still coughing tomorrow after
trade, I'll be calling my mom and getting an appointment scheduled ASAP. Here's to hoping I wind up on mandatory bed rest.
===
(5:10 P.M. MST) Tuesday, March 10, 2009
SAMMICH 8U *Om nom nom nom nom*
There, now that I've gotten some food in my stomach, on to the journal entry!
(At Job Craps.) Jack, one of two men in charge of the kitchen, had me working all around the kitchen today, trying to get me to do something other than sitting on my ass and
doing my current good job of acting as an organic security camera. I spent a lot of time sitting on my ass anyway, since Jack assigned me to KP, a group with next to no use
until lunch rolls around. I spend part of the time prior to lunch getting payed, a grand total of $25.09 for this pay period, making a total of close to $40 in my wallet at the
time. When lunchtime hit, I got to eat with Caveman, then I returned to the KP area to find myself getting carted off to work lunch rush dishing from line 2, getting to scoop
tater tots with my hands. Hot, crumby (literally), greasy, nasty work, but it's work.
After lunch, I abandoned KP (I wasn't getting any work to do there anyway) in favor of sweeping the kitchen up. Sweeping the kitchen led me to sweeping the seperate kitchen area
(which Jack is in charge of), where I got to work with the other gay guy in the kitchen, Brock Patton (one of the four furs I know on center, a white tigress). He's really nice,
and I like him a lot. Teh Feef and Nerry dun gots to worry though, I'm not gonna leave them for someone else. Brock's already spoken for, anyway. ^_^
Anyway, it's almost 5:30 now, and I need to go get more food in my stomach to make it stop hurting. I'll write more later!
(5:45 P.M. MST)
I just got back from the cafeteria, and I'm very disappointed in what I saw and wound up walking out on:
Taco burgers.
I caught my roommate Jake on the way back and said the two normally un-horrific words to him. He promptly turned around and hurried back to the room right on my heels. He and I
are currently sitting in our dorm room right now, waiting for Austin to return to the room as well. When he gets back, we're ordering pizza-- Hey, speak of the devil! Typing
this up at 5:49, Austin just burst through the door next to my bed. I'll type more later; Right now, I gotta get my headphones off and listen to what they might be saying about
pizza/money issues.
(6:34 P.M. MST)
Pizza just got here, and it's SOOO much better than the kitchen's options! Two medium pepperoni, one medium sausage, and one medium pineapple Domino's pizzas. Austin and I are
sharing the sausage slices, and he's being nice about it, actually. I need to go finish them before things change, though. D:
===
(9:21 P.M. MST) Wednesday, March 18, 2009
(At Jell-O Camp.) Ohshi-- I haven't written anything here in a while! So much to update the diary on! Most noteably, my C-bed roommie, Adam Sotelo, resigned from Job Corps with
80% of his trade's requirements fulfilled and a grey card, which he left behind on his bed with his ID (I woulda found a scanner and used it to blackball him everywhere, but his
ID was found and confiscated by GCT when they came in during trade to replace our baseboards.). C-bed was ganked by Austin (who was formerly in E-bed, the top-bunk bed, and the
hardest bed to make properly in any room), and our new guy, José got forced into the suckiest bed in the room, the usually coveted top-bunk.
In trade news, Xander's still on the fast train to graduation, and we've almost completely stopped talking about Chaos Theory, though I'm pretty sure it's just been sidelined
until we can both actually WORK on it, rather than sit and discuss it forever. Now we're discussing the first meeting of our characters, Tai (his) and Dante (mine, duh). I'm
using this chance to progress something crucial about Dante, his acquisition of the Ixion blade, which will also be his first time to ever hold a keyblade, and Ixion's first
experience in a new prison. As far as I can tell, Tai will recieve nothing from the experience, but he's already got a LOT to brag about having. Tai will approach the blade,
hearing about the rumored half-heart sword at the top of the Tower Without Stairs while Dante is led by dreams of a trapped subject calling to him.
At the base room of the Tower Without Stairs, a fight over the claim to the blade will start between the two questing parties, kinda like a rumored 'Sword of Heroes' I've heard
of someplace I've definitely never seen any games related to. During their fight, they will discover a way to the sword: straight through the cieling, face-first as propelled by
the other combatant. Through their fighting, they will ascend the ancient skyscraper of a tower, ending up on the top of the tower with their heads in the clouds, literally.
In the center of the open-air top floor of tower is a ornate alter with an oddly-shaped sword jammed top-down into it, with a hilt sticking straight up as a lightning rod,
pommeled with a small half-heart blade. Here and now, the battle will become a much more serious struggle.
I don't doubt that we will be working on this as a serious side-story to his 'Among Light and Dark' series. Keep an eye out for this joint production on his page and on mine.
===
(5:09 P.M. MST) Thursday, March 19, 2009
(At Jesus Christ.) I spent my first day in the kitchen without Caveman today (he left yesterday to spend two days of personal leave and two free weekend days with his family for
a vacation to Salt Lake City). I spent the day doing his job and watching the dry storeroom, organizing it's contents, doing the dirty laundry (soiled aprons and cleaning rags).
The lunch rush was spent crushing boxes outside, and missing the pleasant conversation offered by my friend of the cave. When I got back, I ganked the shower from under Austin
and spent the whole time between getting off trade and into roll call under the luxuriously hot water. While I was drying off after getting all the sweat off, José unlocked the
door from the outside, and I tried to get him to grow some balls and actually OPEN the door. Naturally, he backed off and hid in a corner from the big, scary gay guy in the
bathroom. x3
===
(5:53 P.M. MST) Friday, March 20, 2009
(Still at Jack Cabbit.) WEEKEND, YAY! Now I can sleep in tomorrow... ^w^
I noticed something a little while back, but I REALLY noticed it today: now that I'm in a place where I can act like myself rather than acting like I have to around my family, I
act a LOT like I do online. Around the right people, I even squeak when I'm surprised! Mainly around Xander when he's being a butt to me and trying to poke me or beat me with
collapsed cardboard boxes. :P
Unfortunately, acting like I act online in an offline setting encompasses my 'Gem of Many Facets' (what I collectively call the many different and extremely varied variations of
my base personality. They're not seperate personalities, but rather one personality that can't decide what the fuck to be.). I find myself being quiet and shy around Brock (like
Hyuuga Hinata), loud and obnoxious in my dorm room (like Uzumaki Naruto), and thoughtfully talkative around Xander (like Shikamaru if he weren't antisocial), to name a few of my
different 'facets'. I just can't seem to find my personality niche...
===
(6:40 P.M. MST) Tuesday, March 24, 2009
(Still at Jimmycracked Corn.) Xander and I have been discussing a side-story to his 'Among Light and Dark' series, I mentioned it once before in this diary on the 18th. Through
further discussion, we've come to the conclusion that this will be semi-canonical as an alternate reality story, and Xander mentioned (without me needing to say anything for
some reason) that it would be a lot less complicated than his main storyline. Our ideas for the story are fleshing out more fully, and more characters are slowly becoming
involved, including (but not limited to) Eggman-Nega and Xander's character Zen-Zen. Just the development of the concept is triggering the development of more and more content
to Dante's story, and will more than likely trigger a MAJOR development as to the personality and mannerisms of Dante as a character. In addition to Dante, the four elemental
blades I made in high school that I've been helpless to use in any storyline settings are gaining further development, and are even gaining more forms. For example: Ixion, my
blade of Lightning, is gaining a second form as the actual sword of Ixion (the spirit within the blade), and then a third form as a keyblade. My blade of water, which has
remained nameless since I've created it, is now named 'Aquos', courtesy of Xander's creative genius, and is itself gaining more forms, including a form as a keyblade.
On an interesting sidenote, Nerry ish teh hawt. ~<3 ;3
===
(8:51 P.M. MST) Thursday, March 26, 2009
(Still at--) [STFU, parenthesis! >8U] (Holyshitbrackets ._.;;) Owwies... I bruised a rib two days ago, I dunno why I didn't mention it in my last journal. I-- Crap, role-call's
starting. I really picked a great time to start this journal, eh?
(9:20 P.M. MST)
Anyway, I was working in the kitchen with Xander on Tuesday when one of the kitchen staff, Brian asked us to help him move the bales of cardboard boxes off the loading dock, a
thing we had been hoping for for a long time in order to gain more ground on the loading dock, but dreading horribly since Xander and I had been making the bales personally, and
we'd been packing them TIGHT. These bales we make, stood on one end, come up about to my elbow and, and both the vertical sides span almost shoulder-length compared against me,
and are made of flattened cardboard boxes, which can pack down really damned good when you crush them with a 2 tons of pressure.
We packed one line of four boxes onto Brian's trailer easily enough, and the second line of four went well until the final box in the row, which didn't wanna get in line. Brian
couldn't scoot it in with the dolly (or handtruck as they call it on-center), I couldn't get it in with leg-power, and Xander couldn't budge it with arm power. I backed Xander
outta the way and Brian tried to stop me, but apparently he didn't try hard enough: I backed up, hunched down, and sprang forward with a flying shoulder tackle from hell! The
bale scooted it's ass back into formation, and I chuckled happily...
Then I realized that my rib was hurting like a bitch.
No big deal, though: it's a badge of honor I got for getting the job done my way, using my whole damned body as a tool. Xander and I finished scooting all the bales into
the trailer pretty quickly afterward without much trouble from my rib since it didn't quite bruise up yet. The final bale we put in was a sad moment: we wound up saying goodbye
to the tightest-packed, heaviest, and overall best bale we've made to-date. We had a good time wrestling the bastard of a bale across the loading dock, and we had hella fun with
it since it was the furthest away from the trailer, but we had to sit back and kinda let the reality of it settle in when we realized the Brian was pretty much about to take
away the only physical product of mine and Xander's efforts over the past month and a half. We got over it pretty fast, though.
Yesterday, we made plans to head to Boise Mall and Karcher Mall, but we're having issues getting them to work, so I won't mention any real details until it becomes a bit more
concrete.
It's getting pretty close to 10:00 P.M. now (9:57 P.M. MST). I'm gonna get outta my clothes and blast my brain out with some orchestral works until I pass out. G'night, F.A.!
~<3
===
(6:24 P.M. MST) Monday, March 30, 2009
I go'd to the Boise Mall on Saturday! No, my plans with Xander fell through. In fact, I didn't even see him over the weekend for more than 60 seconds during a visit to his room
to see if we were headed to the mall together, to which he answered 'no' and flopped back over to go back to sleep.
Anyway, I used my Rec. Hall vouchers to head to the mall on Saturday, and I had a damned good time. I got to stretch my legs for two hours (30 minutes more than mall
outings are usually allowed), and I got to see some badass stuff! Unfortunately, I didn't get to buy very much at all, but I made my money (and some borrowed money) count. I
started with $15, which dwindled to approximately $7 when I bought dinner for myself: a tray of Edo sushi with lemonade. After I left the food court, my CPP brother Melvin
(A.K.A. Shuffles; recently discovered fifth fur I've met on-center, an orientation-unknown wolf) approached me and asked me to lend him a fiver so he could replace the shades
that got broken a few weeks ago. That wound up being a purchase with tax, so he left me with a single dollar left. I spent the rest of the time wandering around the mall and
spotting awesome things I would have loved to have had more money for. Before we left the mall, I spotted something I DESPERATELY wanted: 'Gravitation: The Novel'.
After I peed myself from shock when I realized that it was a book filled with a recountng of the entire base story of Gravitation as viewable through ways only
straight-up literature can offer, I carefully put the book back on the shelf, calmly walked out of the store, and scrounged all over the mall to find somebody, ANYBODY with
leftover money from the trip! After wasting almost fifteen minutes finding nobody, I found my CPP sister Jensen walking with Shuffles, who promptly led me to a small group of
other people from our group. Sitting amongst them was the last guy that still had money on-hand, and the tallest goddamned thing I've ever seen. I hounded Goliath until he
agreed to give me $8 in return for the change from the purchase of the book, the last dollar in my wallet, and a $10 bill on payday next Tuesday. This is Gravitation we're
talking about. That's TOTALLY worth it!
I'm'a save up some cash to get a few things I saw there next time I go, like perhaps some goggles (I'm'a be a goggle-boy! ~<3), a collar (woof woof, baby ;3), Ramune (soda
sealed with a marble, MANY rare flavors) [pronounced RAHM•yu•nay], and perhaps more Gravitation titles, not to mention more dinner, maybe a few Italian Sodas... Hell, I could
even go so far as to get a new camera!
For now though, I gots to get back to being active. Those Rec. Hall vouchers aren't gonna earn themselves! n_n
===
(12:32 A.M. MST) Saturday, April 4, 2009
(Entry from home.) I will NEVER play pool again. After how horribly I did, how horrible I found out I was, and how horribly BETTER than me everyone else is in the 9-ball
tournament I played at earlier, I realize that I don't deserve to pick up a goddamned cue. For starters, in the first game of the night, I had to measure out my shots to figure
out where to shoot, and I wound up holding up the rest of the tournament because I couldn't work fast enough. Shortly after that, while I was still measuring out my shots and
trying to be quick about it, I knocked the cue ball with the MIDDLE of the fucking shaft and dropped it in the pocket, to which one of the audience members actually felt the
need to say something out loud to me that almost got his teeth knocked in, all three of them that he still had. To finish the first game, I made a shot I obviously didn't even
care about, and my opponent seemed to pick up on that because, when the ball stopped, he pounced on it and ran the table out flawlessly, and then sank the nine ball and
scratched the cue ball, making it OBVIOUS that he was throwing the fucking game. To cap it all off, I faced him in a three-rack matchup, and then his girlfriend in a two-rack
matchup that she seemed to realize I didn't give a shit about, because she didn't pull any punches and I only sank one ball during the matchup.
They're trying to convince me that I'm doing good when I can fucking SEE that they're lying to my face. I WANT to be a good pool player, I WANT to enjoy drinking with
them, I WANT to fit in, I WANT to have their sense of humor, I WANT to be a part of my family... But facts came rushing at me tonight after the second match that put me out of
the tournament. They're all straight, I'm gay; they all drink because they enjoy it, I drink because my family's doing it (I don't even LIKE the taste of alcohol.); they're all
socialites, I'm a hermit in public.
They're all human, I'm... I'm just some by-product...
===
