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.