...on any other forum I post on. Tight, yo. Well, I got a crappy haircut today. I just had me a double of reserve captain on the rocks, super smooth, with a little spicy kick as always.
I am from a fairly traditional upper middle class Asian family, and if my parents find out what I do, they'd disown me like they do in movies, send me away to some place, or stick me in rehab. They are right-biased, as in homophobic, traditional, conservative folk who grew up in west la in the 70-80s, but much more liberal than your average traditional Gen X FOB Asian. They are helping me pay tuition, and I love them for doing that, but the rules are getting kinda ridiculous.
I own a legitamate automotive business that generates enough pocket cash to play and purchase things I want, but my parents just don't think I do anything and don't see the business. They think I should get a real job that pays...
Sidetrack: I worked at a job before that paid min.wage for a year. they gave me part time work as I had requested, but only maybe $6,000 in one year, and that was a few hours of my day M-F. One year.
I made $6,000 of profit after taxes in 3 sales, albeit the sales were hard to come by, and it took 2 weeks of "selling" to get that sale, but I did it 3 times to make that amount, and that is a hell of alot less than working 20 hours a week every week for 52 weeks. Why do I need to work a job I have to slave over for nothing? It wastes my time. Besides I get to hang out with friends, go to school whenever I want (night classes, yes!) and basically have the freedoms I need to feel satisfied.
The rules with the rents are kinda wack, but I respect the rules for the most part.
I get mildly depressed when I am repressed. My mind works wonders in open-range even though my attention surely has a deficit. When my mind is confined, things pile up in my brain, and I can't function. I'm slowly working on a way to get over this single-task type thinking, and try to multi-task but I go all hyper and wacko when I try to multi-task. Then I mess up everything and I realize over time, people start to think I am a klutz or just not brite. It's pretty belittling, and they are surprised once they find out what I do for fun.
No not drugs, even though the few I choose may be a small part of it.
I get high on information. But this 'information' has to be of interest to me at that moment. Sounds weird to some, maybe, but I am addicted to it. Wikipedia is the absolute worse invention/technological update for me...but god after reading and reading I just feel awesome.
An ever updating encyclopedia with a search function. FML. I am stuck clicking these little blue words, with 100 tabs open on 14 different windows.
I do read alot of pointless things and I have a slight case of OCD when it comes to things I focus on. Example: If I read on how to mix a drink (I like to bartend at parties), I have to make it *perfect* otherwise it goes in down the drain or in the trash. If I read on why a standard Mojito taste the wonderful way it does, and how it affects differents parts of the tongue at different times to produce a particular sensation when you drink this rum-based drink, I will read the entire page because I usually have to. I don't know why I "have to" but I do. I may or may not ever use the information, but I will know it. Another thing knocked off the list of to know, right?
I don't agree with classifying myself to anything because it limits my mind, but I most likely resemble Wikipedia's descriptions of the majority of Gen Y.
Random 3AM I _ _ paragraph:
I like guns. I love women. I like sex. I love making love. I like kink. Sometimes. I like fast cars and things. I am ego centric. Not always good, but you can already tell by the tone of my (I always wanted to say this) blog. I like altered states of mind. I like to dream. I am a musician. I love music. I like the internets. I like reading. I like rambling in hopes that one person may read it and make a connection or give a haha, but I do not care if anyone does. I am thinking out loud.
I am not against homosexuals or any of their rights as they are people just like everyone else, but I do get a bit weirded out when my gay friends make loaded-jokes, the type I usually make to the gals if I am in my normal state of mind and they are playing along.
I have to change a starter on an Ford cargo van tomorrow at 10 so the delivery boys can take some goods to downtown. Stupid domestic cars and their parts that don't last long...at least its easy to get to...
Goodnight.
I am from a fairly traditional upper middle class Asian family, and if my parents find out what I do, they'd disown me like they do in movies, send me away to some place, or stick me in rehab. They are right-biased, as in homophobic, traditional, conservative folk who grew up in west la in the 70-80s, but much more liberal than your average traditional Gen X FOB Asian. They are helping me pay tuition, and I love them for doing that, but the rules are getting kinda ridiculous.
I own a legitamate automotive business that generates enough pocket cash to play and purchase things I want, but my parents just don't think I do anything and don't see the business. They think I should get a real job that pays...
Sidetrack: I worked at a job before that paid min.wage for a year. they gave me part time work as I had requested, but only maybe $6,000 in one year, and that was a few hours of my day M-F. One year.
I made $6,000 of profit after taxes in 3 sales, albeit the sales were hard to come by, and it took 2 weeks of "selling" to get that sale, but I did it 3 times to make that amount, and that is a hell of alot less than working 20 hours a week every week for 52 weeks. Why do I need to work a job I have to slave over for nothing? It wastes my time. Besides I get to hang out with friends, go to school whenever I want (night classes, yes!) and basically have the freedoms I need to feel satisfied.
The rules with the rents are kinda wack, but I respect the rules for the most part.
I get mildly depressed when I am repressed. My mind works wonders in open-range even though my attention surely has a deficit. When my mind is confined, things pile up in my brain, and I can't function. I'm slowly working on a way to get over this single-task type thinking, and try to multi-task but I go all hyper and wacko when I try to multi-task. Then I mess up everything and I realize over time, people start to think I am a klutz or just not brite. It's pretty belittling, and they are surprised once they find out what I do for fun.
No not drugs, even though the few I choose may be a small part of it.
I get high on information. But this 'information' has to be of interest to me at that moment. Sounds weird to some, maybe, but I am addicted to it. Wikipedia is the absolute worse invention/technological update for me...but god after reading and reading I just feel awesome.
An ever updating encyclopedia with a search function. FML. I am stuck clicking these little blue words, with 100 tabs open on 14 different windows.
I do read alot of pointless things and I have a slight case of OCD when it comes to things I focus on. Example: If I read on how to mix a drink (I like to bartend at parties), I have to make it *perfect* otherwise it goes in down the drain or in the trash. If I read on why a standard Mojito taste the wonderful way it does, and how it affects differents parts of the tongue at different times to produce a particular sensation when you drink this rum-based drink, I will read the entire page because I usually have to. I don't know why I "have to" but I do. I may or may not ever use the information, but I will know it. Another thing knocked off the list of to know, right?
I don't agree with classifying myself to anything because it limits my mind, but I most likely resemble Wikipedia's descriptions of the majority of Gen Y.
Random 3AM I _ _ paragraph:
I like guns. I love women. I like sex. I love making love. I like kink. Sometimes. I like fast cars and things. I am ego centric. Not always good, but you can already tell by the tone of my (I always wanted to say this) blog. I like altered states of mind. I like to dream. I am a musician. I love music. I like the internets. I like reading. I like rambling in hopes that one person may read it and make a connection or give a haha, but I do not care if anyone does. I am thinking out loud.
I am not against homosexuals or any of their rights as they are people just like everyone else, but I do get a bit weirded out when my gay friends make loaded-jokes, the type I usually make to the gals if I am in my normal state of mind and they are playing along.
I have to change a starter on an Ford cargo van tomorrow at 10 so the delivery boys can take some goods to downtown. Stupid domestic cars and their parts that don't last long...at least its easy to get to...
Goodnight.
