Category Archives: Psychobabble

How To Upset Me in an Instant

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1. Deliver me the news that my car is pretty fucked up, with a bent A frame and a drive shaft and something or other else. Mainly, that it’ll cost a good $1000 to fix most likely, if not more.

2. Crush my hopes of buying a house. For some reason when someone implies that I’m just not going to make it, it really hurts me. It never fails that everytime I see my grandfather, he goes and makes me feel like shit for wanting to buy over renting. But, for some reason I actually care what he thinks, it makes me second guess my decisions. But I always end up thinking, “Psh. Right. I can do this.. why can’t I do this?” And I can.

3. Make me feel as though going to college, the one thing I really pride myself in, was a waste. That just because it’s expensive, it is not worth it. And since I’m already working in my field while I’m still in school, there’s no need to finish. I disagree and I don’t think that way. I love Graphic Design. It’s something that I’ve worked hard at and I love every second of it. It doesn’t feel right that someone can make me feel bad for bettering myself.

I Think It’s Alright that I Do What I Like

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I’ve always been somewhat of a procrastinator but it seems like the only things that I can never get around to are the really important ones. Like, finding a house to buy after my lease with my apartments is up. And come to think of it, that’s at the end of March. I’m pretty sure it probably takes longer than 2 months to buy a house.

I should have been looking a long time ago, when I moved into my apartment in the first place would have been a good time. That is a bit unrealistic though considering everything that’s happened while I’ve lived there. I think that’s how I got so sidetracked, I mean, it feels like I’ve only been there for a month or two. Where did the time go?

What’s pissing me off the most is that I feel like I’ll never find something in the right area. I’ve yet to get in my car and drive to see what I can find. I fear I’ll never find the house I’ve got my heart set on. In a good neighborhood, one where my car won’t get broken into or my neighbors won’t stab me one day. Or kidnap my dog.

I’ve decided on either East or West Nashville. The problem here is that I can’t make up my mind. Last week West Nashville was the definite choice, today I’m leaning toward East again. I think I’ll just quit trying to decide between the two and find a house that I really like regardless of where it is.

But in two months? Am I going to be a bum?

Always One Foot on the Ground

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Today has been a different day. It’s kinda stuck to yesterday so I’m having a hard time separating the two. It feels like it’s been one very long, very very odd day. I tried to write a bit this morning around before I got into bed around 9 or 10. It was unsuccessful though cos the letters just wouldn’t sit still and before long it became exhausting.

I love weekends. I love the carelessness and lack of responsibility (on a good one). I abuse my days off like no other. It makes me happy. I feel like driving to nowhere in particular, just to drive. It feels like a chore more often than not and when I want to go it’s hard not to.

Booger.
Sooo… This morning. After I gave up here I moseyed on over to flickr and looked at photos for what seemed like forever. They were so good and pretty, it really made me want to get a nice camera and perhaps see what happens? Even if damage is all I can do it would still be nice to have lots of photos. I stopped taking so many when my Cybershot broke. I manage to make it work but it’s so… pitiful, poor thing.

I got a call this morning from a number I didn’t recognize and was… alarmed? I can’t think of the right word to use cos I can’t decide quite how I felt about it. I think it’s played a part in why today has been so silly. I was way out of it, I get a little strange if I’ve been involved with sleep. Morning is a very delicate time of the day, it’s so easy to screw up.

I need to take a shower and do something with myself, but I can’t stop thinking “I’ll get off my computer after I listen to one more song…” I’m bad about that, how is staying in bed for five more minutes going to hurt my day? But then that becomes an issue because 5 minutes will turn into practically an hour, or in more extreme cases a good six.

Ladies Love A Country Boy

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I added some new photos to my flickr account. I guess they’re not technically new, I just got around to chosing a few that were saved on my hard drive. Maybe one day I’ll get really bored and go through the ones I’ve saved on to disc.

I’ve been spending a lot of time on Digg tonight, mainly because someone is always harping on me to participate, but I find that the news only keeps me entertained for so long. After a while I realize I’m not reading the articles because I care about being informed. I just want to be able to enjoy the comments. It seems like nobody ever has anything nice to say and as sad and scary as that is, it’s rather addicting. Sort of like Roseanne. How I can watch a show about a fat woman who does nothing but bitch is beyond me.

On Friday at work I think someone of some sort of importance came into the office to be interviewed. I’m not sure who he was, but you know those country music stars have a look (that I won’t elaborate on… I’m trying to keep things positive) and why else would anyone care to ask him questions? Not only that but actually take note of the answers… ?

Last month a mother and her two daughters came in who had formed a trio, called themselves Lucy Angel. I assume they were stopping by lots of places downtown to promote their new album. When they stopped by my work we all gathered in my boss’ office and by golly, they did us a few diddies! I’m totatlly not into country music so you can imagine it was really hard for me to look like I wasn’t in pain, but I tried. I mean, they weren’t really bad. They could sing… I guess.

I don’t understand country music at all. I’ve been in Nashville all my life so it’s nothing new. I work for a company that deals with nothing but country music. At first I was scared that it would start to grow on me. However, even though I love my job I hate country music a little more with each day that passes. Ears, please don’t fail me now.

Don’t get me wrong though, I’ll be the first to admit that my neighbors called the cops on me for listening to Johnny Cash just a little too loud.

Party on, Wayne!

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Last night after I got off work I didn’t really have any plans and I was feeling pretty lazy so I thought I’d try to get this heap rolling. I logged into WordPress to see what damage I could do when I read on the Development Blog that something or other needed to be updated. After attempting to update it (keyword: attempting) I went to check on everything and sure enough, I had dun gone and broke it!

So.. instead of trying to undo what I just did, I thought hell, I’ll just reinstall WordPress. Good thing there were only a few blog entries here that didn’t mean much to me because I didn’t even think about trying to save them before I deleted my old install.

But, it all worked out because after I reinstalled WordPress I could suddenly get everything to work right. I managed to also stumble upon a really nice theme that I altered to my liking. I must say it’s not looking too shabby around here. I managed to rig up something nice for a gallery using my Flickr photos and I also got the About page done. If that’s not progress, then I just don’t know what is.