Strange
Day

back again (and a sexy back if I do say so myself!)

but onto something more realistic.

I got a job! I got a job! I got a job! I got a job!

yes…. another miracle in the life of the terminally pessamistic. Worked for a few days at a design studio here in downtown DC. They hired me! Mucho nice people. And they’re givin me a chance when I dont think the first interview went too well.

*hint**hint* so give em lotsa business so I wont get laid off!

Still doesnt make me feel any better about the job search process. College never prepared me for reality. Companies were curt and even rude. And for some reason, all those close to me felt I should be doing something to make them happy, by moving here, or visiting there. But I chose to be conceited and do what was right for me. (Awful, aint I?) But considering the number of breakdowns I had in just that amount of time, Im glad I didnt do anything to make it last longer.

Now…. here we go again… I gotta find an apartment.

but anywayyyyssss…

like everyone else in thestates, I went home for Christmas. This of course means I once again reminded myself why I left home.

my family is nuts. either that, or they make me nuts. a little of both I think. We had a cheezy family party on the 26th, which is just a time for people who are related to get together and ignore each other, or try to show each other up. Meanwhile, my parents spend the week second guessing all the decisions Im makeing. I’ve been doing good so far, I think I’ll trust myself for a little while longer. I can hardly stand watching my parents lives anyways. They seem to be a long series of complaints about how unfair life is, meanwhile, they do nothing. Literally nothing. They work there less than enjoyable jobs, come home, eat, and go to sleep. I’ve seen each of them have a chance at a better life, and each of them let it fall away.

I cant live like that. I can barely watch someone else live like that. They do nothing, want nothing, give nothing, to make their lives meaningfull. I gotta do something with myself.

Yes, I do love my parents.

People are stupid. No longer are we the mindless masses of sheep we have been compared to in the past. The sheep, in my opinion, have more common sense.

Look around you. Goerge Orwell wasnt telling a story with his book, 1984. He was predicting the future. Par Example:

The News is no longer reported. News is now created. It is cleached, dry-cleaned, and prepackaged for our consuming. Everyone knows a princess died, but how many front page articles were there on the death of probably the only modern-day saint? Everyone knows President Clinton slept around, and tried pot, but who remembers anymore that he made it possible for homosexuals to serve in the armed forces, or that he actually managed to lower the national defecit. We know the verdict in the Lorena Bobbit case, but did Sya Rivezfar ever get forced to return to her mothers home where she had been raped and forced to watch her sister’s murder?

Who works for who? Read the Constitution some time. It tells you of a government for the for the benefit of the people, and responsible to those same citizens. But I dont see that any more. I dare you to find someone who doesnt have an evil tone to their voice when they say the word “government”. Without ever hearing a snigle voice of support for it, the CDA was passed into law, convincing parents that it would protect THE FAMILY from an evil, invisible menace. Doesn’t it strike anyone else as ironic that this government openly admits to having secrets it wont tell it’s citizens? So much for “of the people, for the people, by the people”.

Are you being watched? No? Dont be so sure. Did you see the video cameras attached to bridges that keep track of people who speed or run red lights? They aren’t a conspiracy rumor anymore, they’ve been reported on Prime Time Television. Or the new use for these cameras; using them to monitor trouble spots in towns, in hopes of cutting down on drugs and illicit dealings. Cameras arent the only observation devices. Do you realize just how much information you broadcast everytime you surf the web? Or does it occur to you that someone is gathering all the information each time you pay with a credit card, or use that supermarket discount card. The security system that protects your belongings also lets someone know exactly when you are in and out of your house. And as anyone who has had to fill out federal or college paperwork knows, our Social Security Numbers are hardly the vaults of privacy they once were.

This is only the beginning. But where does the betterment of society end and our privacy begin?