Moment of Clarity.

It's been a minute.
I wanted to update, but I had nothing important enough to say.
I'm stuck in bland routine mode, and nothing happens to me anymore. By the end of the week however, I shall be tearing up Beech.

I recorded my next smash hit parody tonight. Kanye West would be prou....disgusted. Look out for it on Puse's myspace in the next day or two.

I Gotta Stay Flyyyyyyyyy Till I Dieeeeeeeee

Monday and Tuesday brought my happiness up.
Monday, I called the cops on Mike, this fat red head kid who threatened to stab me last year at the park, and now he has a no trespassing for his life. All the kids are happy about it. Me too.
I now have a meeting at FSC tomorrow to figure out the no class situation. Get that shit out of the way.
We are 100% confirmed getting the apartment now, and the carpets and gas line should be all set for Tuesday.
Party in Billerica last night. It was nice.

For once, I can say that things ARE looking up, and not have to cross my fingers.

The Fake Sound of Progress.

I wish I could live my life in the game of Sims. I wish I had bars, graphs, and charts notifying me of my every need, want, and urge. I wish I had a numerical score with each person I associated with, and the ease of choosing any career path and taking a carpool to a new job every day. I wish I could sell back purchases when I'm done using them for a reduced price, and become a better cook by reading in books. I wish I could live in third person to better control my careening life.

My social bar is in the red. Fun is low. I need to gain three body skill points and one creative skill point ASAP.

Still waiting for the apartment. And I'm waiting for somebody to come along and record the instrumental part to The Higher's "Histrionics" so I can record my "Michael Jackson" parody. It's good shit, trust me.

My name's Michael Valeri, and I parody things.

Jorth of Fuly.

Who am I kidding? I can't give this shit up yet.

Things are looking up? Possibly? Maybe? Ehh...I wouldn't go that far, but only time will tell.

My room is littered with home furnishings, a microwave, and empty boxes. In any day I will be moving into an apartment. It's monumental, and I expect a statue commemerating my departure erected on my lawn. Beech Street, here I come.

The city job is roaring along. Today I walked in the parade, behind the mayor. I'll have you know that I was two seconds away from purchasing a vendor-special capgun and faux-assasinating Skylott...I mean Mylott. The only part that sucked was walking from City Hall to the 99 after the parade to get back to my car.

Saturday I had to work at the Civic Days Doll Carriage Parade at Riverfront Park. Calling it the easiest day of work ever would be an understatement. Your taxes were used to pay me 36 dollars to walk around petting a llama, eating popcorn and a snocone, watching a magician and then being his assistant, bouncing around in the moonwalk, and playing "I Spy."

Holidays suck.

Five is a Four Letter Word.

I'm sore and tired, and can barely walk. You know what that means! My favorite portion of the summer has just begun. The park. That means I spent my night printing out flags of different countries and making charts on posterboards for the kids to have Olympics tomorrow. I love my job.

This might as well just be my last online journal entry ever. Nobody ever reads this, and something kinda clicked, and I realized that I just like letting people have a free peephole into my life and thoughts, nothing else. And what good is spewing thoughts if nobody is there to see/read them? What good is a prophet if they're lost? Get it? Get it? I'm lame.

Well, until next time. If there is a next time. If there isn't, it's been a great 3 years. Thanks for giving me a place to spill my randomness.

Time passages.

Barbz was probably right. She said I just "get girls to like me" so then if I think that a relationship would work out with us, I can go for it, with no fear of rejection. I never really thought of it that way, but it makes so much sense. Well...I DID do this anyways. I gave that shit up with a previous fiasco that went horribly wrong. I haven't felt challenged since then. Blah blah blah. I have an odd feeling that summer is just going to pass me by. It's two in the fucking morning. Why am I up and rambling about nonsensical unimportances? And why do I get so emotional every time I watch any goddamn movie ever? I'm such a sucker for Hollywood fables. And yet I'll never be apart of a storied romance. Hell, I'll be lucky to even ever have a serious relationship with a female. Love takes bravado with a side of balls. And apparently I lack both. Yes, I'd like cheese with this w(h)ine.

In other news, my cat broke my mom's screen last night and jumped out of her second floor window. There was a mark in the mulch where she landed. Stupid fuck. We're not letting her back in as we watched er get effed up the a by a male cat later in the afternoon. So along with the possibility of pregnancy, she'll probably have fleas. So long you sonofabitch.

The door is broken.

Last night while reading up on cunninglingus I had an epiphany. Nahhh, just kidding...about the epiphany, not the cunninglingus. I'm a creep, I know.

If my lovelife was a boat, it would be that WWII ship they just pulled out of the ocean; it sunk a loooong time ago.

This morning was my last day at MB. Maybe forever, maybe for a couple of months. Only time will tell. All I know is that last night my dumbass of a boss left me a note telling me to "fill the chicken case before I LEAF." Fucking idiot. That's the reason I quit. I can't stand stupidity. Or this meaningless rambling.

When life gives you lemons, limes, and berries, throw a party.

I injured my leg Monday. It still hurts to walk on it, but I had x-rays done and they said there is just a small crack and alot of deep bruising. So I'll be aiiight.

Noboby reads this, and that actually makes me smile.

I dropped 170 bucks on an amazing speaker system for my ipod complete with subwoofer that blows the roof off of my house. Haha, that just reminded me of new In Royal Company.

Dammit summer, I need to get drunk.

Yesterday the land went dry.

I'm in an awkward mood right now. I'm not sure of my emotions; and all I did all day was just lie in bed and think, besides the 30 minutes where I went outside and worked out. Yeah, weird, I know. I have two goals this summer. 1) Lose ten pounds, and 2) See my parents as little as possible, as this will mean I'm out doing things instead of being home at the computer.

I'm not sure if I like the fact that this week, rather, the next couple of days will most likely determine how my summer will turn out. Looks like I'll have to take Barbz' advice. Maaaaaah dawg.