A Bit of Everything...

This is going to be a novel, a lot has happened over the past few days and I haven't had the ability to blog about it, so here goes...

Novel is a good segue for this paragraph, because I was actually inspired to write yesterday for the first time since school has been out. What inspired me was the men who stand on the corner by the entrance to the Grand with the gigantic wooden cross and yell about how great God is and how we are all sinners and are going to die unless [insert whatever they're preaching about]. What inspired me was the thought I had of what could possibly have happened in their life to get them to that point, and my mind began to wonder. I have a really nasty habit of thinking that everybody who is that fanatical has some sort of nasty skeleton in their closet or emotional defect caused by something horrible in their life. It is very closed-minded of me, but I have met very few (read none) intelligent people who are so fanatical about religion that they would do something like that. I have met intelligent religious people, but never on a street corner shouting at passersby.

I saw Ocean's Thirteen. It is good. It is a lot like the first one. Go see it.

My mom got in a fight on Saturday. A fist fight. With a dude. The guy said something very rude and unwarranted to my sister in a grocery store and my mom told him to "Kiss her ass." He asked her what she said and she told him again. He then walked up to her and started to raise his hands as if to push her but she punched him in the face before he could. She almost knocked him over, and he turned back around as if to come after her again but people were watching and my mom told him that she would hit him with her right hand next time and so he literally ran off. My dad told me this story as I was not there, and he was farther down the aisle. He thought it was hilarious. I love my mom.

A girl that I have known since my freshman year called me up and asked me out on a date on Friday night. I haven't talked to her in probably 3 months, and before that it was probably a good year or so without communication, so needless to say I was pleasantly surprised. She lives in Omaha now and will be in town Tuesday and Wednesday, so she thought that we should go out. I sort of needed this as things in my love life have been ranging from bad to very bad. I hope she doesn't read this.

I had a phone interview with Gallup on Tuesday, and Friday I got an e-mail saying thanks but no thanks, so I'm still jobless. I'm probably going to move to Omaha as there are several jobs there that I am quite interested in applying for, but I'm waiting to actually get one before I move. One of them is in a casino. That would be bad for me.

Speaking of casinos, I won't be going as much, primarily because I'm nearly out of gambling funds. For all of you who think that I'm a horrible, addicted gambler, you're right, but I do keep separate funds strictly for gambling, so at least I'm not the type of person who gambles away the baby's formula money or anything like that, but I could've put the $700 or so that I'm down over the last month and a half to better use. Of course, had things gone better, I would be putting like $2500 to better use. Two sides to every coin I guess.

I'm super-motivated to not suck at life anymore. Today I put that energy into tearing apart my motorcycle. I took off the exhaust, all of the foot pegs, the gas tank, spark plug wires, half of the hand-controls, and part of the front-fender assembly. This may not seem like a lot and I have quite a bit to go, but keep in mind that I have no real clue as to what I'm doing, so each part removed is a small victory. The significance of this is that I have a problem finishing things. The fact that I ever touched the motorcycle again would've cost bookies money if they would've taken bets on it. I've also been doing some light weight-lifting lately. I want to do more, but I don't want to join a gym because I could be moving at any time, so I have to settle. Tonight I think I'll start cleaning my room. It will be a two day job.

I am now the only employed person in my house. James quit his job. He doesn't have another one lined up, he just didn't like his. Matt has never had a job that wasn't owned by a family member. I am the bread-winner. I work 3 days a week.

None of you have joined Shelfari yet, and you should, dammit! You are reading junkies! Do it and be my friend on there. My user name is bretlonder.

I have a few more things to say, but I'm tired of reading, and this post is already ridiculously long. More tomorrow.