So, fuck. I’ve been out a *long* time. Christ, I need to update.
Things haven’t been so great for me over the last couple months. Just general shittiness that probably won’t interest most of you. Got some bad news about the future, my job was getting to be dreadful for a while, schooling became unbearable, TH left for his military bullshit this morning, and I’ve just got a lot on my plate to deal with right now. I came to the conclusion that after TH left, I’d have no one to hang out with for the next year apart from Jenouvie and myself. I love the girl, don’t get me wrong. I just would like some friends. It’s not that I don’t have any. As it stands right now though, my schedule conflicts with everyone else’s. So, if you happen to be free on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Sundays between 2pm and 10pm, I’d be more than happy to do something with you.
God, I sound pathetic. Despite that, I’m going to let you know that the 1916 Easter Rising is the most boring social revolution to take place. Just a pointer, there.
Greg missed the stop sign and now that TH is gone, I’m back to being my own little pretentious rock snob who I can no longer have masturbatory rock discussions about.
I’m going to try writing shit again because apparently some people have told me that they like it, but feel weird commenting about it. Seriously, if you dig my writing, let me know; otherwise, I won’t write.
Hopefully I’ll get a keyboard from my parents for my birthday and I can try and teach myself how to play piano again.
I would like to know the social circumstances of Wells county. I shit you not, in the last 2 weeks, I have sold more condoms than I ever have working where I do. Not even in the almost 2 years I’ve worked (essentially) at this job have I sold so many. And the people I sell them to… It’s a good thing they’re buying condoms. People like they should not fuck, let alone reproduce.
I’ve been asked to help record/produce an album around the beginning of next year. That should be fun. At least this way, I won’t feel all the pressure of being fired and it’ll at least be entertaining. The downside is, I’ll have to work on a Mac unless I can get my own laptop by then.
Also, Jenouvie’s going to buy me a bowler for my birthday. I’m so excited. I miss my old one and the sophistication it brought.
I’m going to see Nine Inch Nails tomorrow for the second time this year. The second time ever, actually. I’ll inform on how it was and let you know if I broke anyone’s leg like I did last time.
I’m going to go take a nap before work. I’m *way* too tired to even try to function (if you couldn’t tell). If you’re in my area and would like to do something and actually read my blog, send me an e-mail at jack.v.finnegan(at)gmail(dot)com
In unrelated news, this photo of Patti Smith looks suspiciously like Iggy Pop.
