Life Update

Whoops! I never forgot about blogging, I just never had the motivation. In the four months that it's been since I've written I have:

- Started to date this wonderful goth girl

- Started to go to more and more social events, I even went to a frat party

- Found out that KingCobraJFS fucking DIED. As I'm typing this it's starting to sink in now that he's actually dead and I won't see any new drink combos or updates from old Joshy's life. 

 - Started college back up

- Drove five hours south to Gulf Shores to see the aforementioned goth girl

- ...and some other bullshit 

 HOPEFULLY I'll start writing frequently again. At least two or three times a week. If not I guess I'll have another surprisingly good four months until I come crawling back to this screen. If another human is reading this I hope you find / are finding / found me interesting

Daily: 4/15/25

So originally this post was supposed to be longer and also posted on time instead of two weeks later. Whoopsie.

This might be the earliest I've written a blog post. It's only 5:30 PM instead of my usual 8 or 9 PM. Writing this outside again because I like it, the wind is nice. Also drinking sweet tea with ice is surprisingly good. I had really sensitive teeth as a kid so I never willingly got ice in my drinks since then. During class today I kept leaking snot out of my skull. I wiped once or twice until I gave up and walked to the bathroom. The only bathroom in the building that I know how to get to is across the building. Drove to my mom's house and back on autopilot. I wanted to workout and do some schoolwork today so I don't know what that 25 minutes of my life was wasted on. I counted twenty-one more red cars so there's that. 

Turns out there's two dogs in the apartment above us. I only found out because one of them scared me by barking while I was unlocking the door. I think it's two twins above us because it was the exact same type of guy holding the dogs, same dogs too actually. 

Had to go back to my mom's to get money for the power bill. If I knew I'd have an excuse to drive I wouldn't of driven after class.

Daily: 4/14/25

These are almost becoming daily at this point, only took a couple months. I had to rush a paragraph about a new development in an engineering field before I went into class. Turns out Texas Instruments, the same company that makes the calculators, made a micro motor. I'm not really sure if it's a motor or whatever but they're tiny, like 3mm at its widest. Class started with us going into the machining shop and getting talked to by a professor. I liked him. He talked about how he had the same job for forty years and still isn't bored of it. That is one of my biggest fears with college as a whole. It sucks how we are expected to know what we want to do for the rest of our life when it has barely began, plus you aren't even really "alive" for some of those years. He passed me two drill bits, one normal, I guess, and one made out of carbon. He asked me in front of everyone which was heavier and I didn't fuck up and say that the normal one was heavier. I even sounded like a normal person which was a bonus. I got skipped over when they were passing some laser-cut parts which made me sad since I made sure everyone behind me was able to hold everything I got to. The guest professor started to talk about the weirdest things he's made but never brought anything specific up and then asked if we had any questions. Obviously the only question that was asked was what was the weirdest thing that he made. I think everyone was expecting like sex swings or just anything that was actually weird but he said a sheet of metal in a hospital bed. He even described it as "just a flat thing". After we finished in the machine shop we went back with our normal professor and he made us listen to him go over a powerpoint for an hour. That's normal for that class but I thought he'd speed through it. Went to get sushi and the cashier didn't notice me so I had to start a conversation for once. Tried it and didn't like my order of Cali rolls and a crab bowl I think. Maybe I got a different bowl than I usually do because I've only noticed three different variations and two of them look the same. I actually wanted to try the poke bowl they have with mango. He also didn't give me any chopsticks which sucks because I swear sushi tastes better when you eat it with chopsticks. It sounds gay but its true.

While I was writing the part about sex swings a dragonfly(?) started hovering in front of the screen. I tried to get a photo of it but it slowly hovered perfectly fucking vertical while doing a full rotation over five to eight seconds. It reminded me of a butterfly I saw while dropping off laundry. The upper 75% of its wings was black and the rest on the bottom was a nice, cool blue. I'm trying to find what the exact species of butterfly it was but I can't find it. When I saw it I remembered this TikTok listing off everything you could wish on and "the first butterfly of the month" or something similar was one of them. I remembered the TikTok but I didn't remember to wish for anything. It was a really pretty butterfly though. 

My mom's boyfriend was at the house. I hadn't seen him since before college so it was nice to see him again. He said it looked like I lost weight which I have since I haven't been working out at all really. Still made me feel good though. My mom wanted to offload more food to me before I left and I took a box of mushrooms and one of those tiny pyramids of yogurt. He laughed at her for doing that. On the way back I saw a bunch of red cars. The only reason I started counting is because there was six of them in a gas station parking lot, on the street in front of it, and in the houses across the street. I counted at minimum twenty three red cars on the way from my mom's house to my apartment. I was strict with my counting too, I didn't count any maroons. 

I wrote most of this outside if it wasn't obvious from the dragon fly. I went back inside early because there was an animal and I got scared. Now I'm writing this in my bed, my feet are a little cold still though. Also thinking about changing how my blog looks. 

After writing that last sentence I went through the library and hit my pen, tell me why the fuck I get a blob of resin slapping my tongue. It wasn't boiling hot or nasty tasting, I just wasn't expecting anything solid. I always write in sprints instead of marathons. It takes longer and I should probably work out in-between but I think it makes me write more.

Daily: 4/13/25

Writing this outside to try and change things up. My roommate gave me shit when he saw I was going to sit outside. I'm in a wooden chair on our porch with my feet about even with my head since I have them propped up on the railing. Walked out of my room this morning to see that the coffee table was pushed all the way to our entertainment center and had a ten piece McNugget box on it. Nobody was here so I should of at least checked if there was any left. I don't really zombie food anymore, I don't know if it was just a phase I had or if there hasn't been any leftover alcohol over recently. Anyways the reason why it was pushed that far was that the redneck who fucked the shockingly rectangular Mexican girl brought his personal air mattress in and placed it on our floor. He had to move the table, grab the mattress from his car, come back inside, inflate it, and do all of that without me hearing it. The only reason I know about it now was because my roommate told me. I'm gonna talk to him about how I thought we agreed that he wasn't going to spend the night here after he kept us up for an hour and then woke us up in the middle of the night with him pissing everywhere surrounding the bathroom except the toilet. I drove around a bunch today. Just doing laps from my mom's house to my apartment. It's my way to just relax by myself and listen to music, I sometimes I might even see something neat or pretty. Recently I've seen just a lot of roadkill. I'm guessing it's because spring is completely in motion instead of being that weird transitional period. Babies start to break away from their parents and they get ran over. I'm not complaining because there's an insane volume or anything, like there aren't waves of dead raccoons crashing against the asphalt. There's like four or five carcasses that I pass on the way to my mom's but they've been there for a week at least. There was this possum dead near a bridge and it is gone now but I think that enough people ran over the possum that they ground it into a pulp. I would pass by it almost every day and it the body would get bloodier and bloodier until it split in half. There's also this racoon dead near the same bridge that the possum was if I remember right. I don't think anybody hit it after it died so it's slowly been shriveling up and curling more and more into a ball. 

I realized while witing that huge wall of text that I should write just to write more. I like that word salad a lot more than some of my more recent entries. It has soul. I also called the car wash yesterday, didn't feel like writing about it. But he asked for my name and number which I hope is a good sign. I've also been listening to the Korea Girl's song, Reunion. I like how she says "Got a letter... an invitation" I think it's cute and I like singing along to it. I also like singing along when she says "With people I HATE". I've been listening to more music recently. I still don't really know how to categorize them. Still thinking about that Latina from Cici's.

Daily: 4/12/25

 

One redneck pissed on our floor and a different one, who has also pissed on our floor, is now fucking some fridge-bodied Mexican on my couch. My roomie recently became a brother at his frat and one of his first parties as one might have cost him $150. He invited over our short redneck friend. He only drank five or so beers until he got black out which should tell you how short and petite he is. He was going up to people and shoving his fist in their face for a fist bump. The frat president came down to fuck with him and ask him for his ID. The way he was described to me was "Short, bald, and on steroids.". He pulled out his CDL license and then his ID. Frat president said he had to leave because he was too short just to mess with him. Redneck took it seriously and kept asking to fight. My roomie called me to pick him up and after a couple minutes of pushing him into my car and making him wipe his nose with receipts I was able to leave. One girl was watching this go down and asked if I was his friend, I said yes but now I feel that it was a trap. I took a sharp turn on the way back to the apartment and he went head first into the door opposite of him. He wanted to walk back to the frat house to fight him but I told him he should drink water first and he said that was a good idea and sat in our recliner and then fell asleep. I stayed in the living room with him to stop him from swallowing his vomit or choking himself out with his neck fat. After a bit he stood up, took a couple steps forward. and started pissing. I think he reached down into his overalls, the party was white trash themed but he is white trash to begin with, pulled his dick out of his underwear, and then started to piss all over the inside of his overalls. He soaked a corner of the rug and the doormat with his piss. I pulled him to where it was just hardwood and let him finish pissing there. I recorded this obviously. You can see the piss travel down his leg and split into two streams, one going into his boot and the other going onto the floor. He wrapped himself in a blanket that was cleaned three days before and sat down on the recliner. 

One of my friends said that it was karma for the time I made one of my friends piss themself. Not a fucking chance.

Now the other redneck drove here because "he's extremely drunk and didn't feel safe driving back home", invited a girl to come over, and fucked her on my couch. I just want a day that I can decompress and not have it ruined.

Daily: 4/11/25

The Minecraft movie is surprisingly fun. I watched it with a group of eight other people and I think it made the experience a little bit more enjoyable. I couldn't hear Steve say "flint and steel" because the guy next to me wanted to know if he was about to say flint and steel. The first five minutes or so is just a lore dump but I don't remember blinking or breathing at all during it. Everything is coming at you so quick it feels like you can't look away for a second or you'll miss out on the intriguing story of Minecraft. I guess vaping is fine in theaters now, everyone in the group has hitting shit during the movie. It gave the room a fever-dream haze that paired with the movie really nicely. Our theater had a chill reaction to the chicken jockey scene surprisingly. The family made up entirely of women who started to become wrinkly in the last four or five years and what I guess were their kids sat right beside us. The ladies were the only people who audibly laughed at some jokes and it made me a little embarrassed whenever I laughed at the same thing they did. All of us talked about getting a group photo after with this cardboard Steve, Creeper, and Chicken in the lobby. All of us except three did it though. You aren't too cool for a group photo.

We went to Applebee's after. Applebee's fucking sucks. I split a meal deal with my fat friend that I've made fun of for the last couple of years. We both had a caesar salad, he got a burger and I got "riblets". I thought the menu said ribeye and when the waitress corrected me I knew I was getting some bullshit. How I would describe riblets is ground-beef shaped around tiny rib bones. The texture is similar to a Salisbury steak from a microwave meal. Halfway through the meal he made me try out his burger, it was dry but he was acting like it was inedible. We also figured out how we'd split the check, then I put a five down for tip and fucked everything up. We had to pay fifteen each and I only had eight. I told him that I'd give him seven in coins since that's all I had. He made a really big deal about not wanting coins so I told him I'd give him a little extra since he had to carry around change, he still said no. Part of his car's plate says "ADDMP", like "A dump", and ever since then I've been looking at other people's plates. I even saw one that had something similar to trash. On the way back home we stopped at the same red light and I told him that I will kill him, that was a big hit for everyone else in the car. This all happened on Monday and he still hasn't gotten his money. 

Still trying to be normal. I'm going to keep calling my blog posts "Daily's" even though they aren't daily. I started to write this blog post on Monday and now I'm trying to finish it at eleven at night on Friday. The day after we watched the movie my roomie, coke-girl, and I went to CiCi's. I sound like a creep but the girl behind the counter was really pretty. Latina with black eyeliner and her hair was braided. I think it even had some dye in it. My roomie's card wouldn't go through and I started to laugh to the point where he looked back at me with the most watery eyes I've seen him with. When it was my turn to order I couldn't look her in the eyes. Half because I was nervous because I was high and half because I was nervous from how beautiful she is. I tried to tap my card like how I do at college but it didn't work. She asked if it was asking for my pin and I said no. I should of talked to her more. 

I'm trying to become more "normal" by being more social and trying to change my style. I think its been going good so far. I've even decided that I'm at least a seven looks wise. Seasonal depression is a real thing and I can't believe I keep forgetting every year.

Daily: 4/3/25

I can describe my entire week in one word, LAME. Didn't have class Monday so I just sat around and jerked it. I'm guessing that's what I did, it's what I always do when I have a free day. On Tuesday I sat behind a girl who had an anime hoodie on, not like Naruto or Bleach themed but just the idea of anime. I never really understood liking or buying merch of ideas of things instead of just the thing you like. It's like having a game room with posters that say shit like "Eat, sleep, game, repeat" instead of posters of games you like. Nothing happened Wednesday except that I had to listen to my Euro-trash professor talk about glue. If my future requires me to learn about different types of glues and how to apply them I will go on a rampage. Today I was supposed to go to a "Make new friends" event on campus. I was supposed to find out how to get there but I was lazy and just went home. One day I have to realize that I'll have to put in real effort if I ever want to have a good social life. I was forced to learn a bunch of Warhammer 40k lore. A friend came over and I was forced to listen to him talk about the Salamanders and the Horus Heresy. The cashier I talked to at Waffle House today was cool. My life is so lame.