I'm still the same kid I've always been

5 straight days of work is exhausting. I remember when I used to do 10 straight days I don't know have I kept my sanity.

I should feel a little guilty though because of the 40 hours I've worked this week only 8 of it was spent doing honest real work. The remaining 32 hours were spent standing around in the IMAX theatre or at door sending text messages or being on myspace on my phone.

Of course the tiny amount of guilt I would feel is erased when I remember that I busted my ass and worked hard for a year and half and still have nothing to show for it while there are people who get rewarded for slacking off just because they party and binge drink with the higher management. Movie theatre politics.

I refuse to become a jaded and apathetic person like many others I know.

I still believe in the underdog and that every moment that goes by is a chance to turn your life and the life of others around.

It hit me the other day that I'm 22 and working a minimum wage job. I'm pretty much a college dropout and I am beginning to drown slowly in ever piling debt. Late fees and overdrafts reign supreme and I work 40 hour work weeks at a job that I kinda hate to just make it all back up.

I've fallen hard on my face and I'm still feeling the sting, but instead of quitting the game and forfeiting into the hopelessness and despair like many others that have come before me. I still stand with my fist in the air screaming at the oncoming storm.

Maybe I'm being foolish, but I still believe in myself and I won't ever stop.

A brief moment of embarassment

Today I had the day off from work and I decided to complete a tedious task that I have been putting off for about a week. A simple oil change for my automobile. Now I know I could go out and purchase all the materials needed for an oil change for about 10 to 15 dollars, but being the lazy man that I am I decided I'd pay someone else $44 dollars to do it.

I called up my friend Brett and we went to Pep Boys for the oil change. Bringing a friend along for these tedious tasks make more bearable. Once I got to Pep Boys I filled out all the necessary paperwork and answered all their questions. We concluded with pleasantries and the nice man at the counter told me my car would be done in 45 minutes. Brett and I walked around the corner to a Subway and had a $5 dollar footlong lunch.

After eating I realized I need to empty out my intestines. I went into the restroom and began to conduct my business. Suddenly the restroom door burst wide open and the owner of the establishment got an eye full of me wiping my shit tainted ass. He shut the door quickly and I proceeded to finish up cleaning up the mess I had naturally made.

Brett and I walked back to Pep Boys and continued to wait for my automobile to finish. The nice man at the counter walks over to me and informs me that they discovered a problem with my vehicle that needed to be fixed. I reluctantly agreed and turned my 44 dollar oil change into a 222 dollar oil change. And that folks is how those sharks get you.

The rest of day dragged on like a routine.

Ending with a rock band drumstick to the left buttcheek given to me by Corrina Samora. How rude!

I'm being crushed.

I've been ignoring this blog for a good 6 months. It's time to wake it up.

I've been putting in a lot hours at work. The money will be nice, but I am still bummed that I did not receive that promotion.

I am one of the oldest and most trust worthy employees there. I break my back everyday and I don't get the recognition I deserve. That's the way life goes.

Everyday I keep thinking about how awesome it would be to be a pro wrestler. Story telling through athleticism. The long hours that I've been putting in at the gym have been paying off. Maybe my door will open.

Recently this girl has caught my eye. Six months ago my friend Corrina told me about this girl and how I would absolutely fall in love with her. I met her and I pushed her aside and even going to as far as telling my friend Corrina she was crazy to even think I would be into that girl, but within the past 2 months she's won me over. I don't know where to start or how to proceed. I thoroughly enjoy her company and the conversations we have. I love how she laughs at my jokes and how she seems to just get me. I just wish I could tell her everything, but it is such a frightening thought and every time I try to a choke up and the words will not fall.

I've been told that if you want something you need to reach out and grab it, but at the time I've been told that you should just be patient and let it happen. I don't know which advice to follow if any.

For a gambling man I'm being a real chicken.

I'll see her on Wednesday and hopefully I will work up the courage to ask her for her number or even ask her to get a bite later on that night.

You don't regret the ones you kiss, only the ones you don't kiss right?