Circles are bad

I've resisted talking about my troubles finding a place to live for several posts now, but I really have to say that I am tired of running around in circles.

When I was looking for studio apartments I got aggravated because the leasing agents always seemed shocked when I wanted to see the property and then continued to be shocked if I asked for an application. One place promised to email it to me but never did. Suddenly, I did not want to lease with them.

So I took advice from a friend I met out here and started looking at two bedroom roommate situations and even more terrifying, Craigslist. Most of the people on Craigslist don't seem to understand that I cannot see them and require more than "I got room, r u interested? call xxx-xxx-xxxx." I have a medium sized, but detailed post, least you can do is give me some information about yourself.

The people I have contacted have either been creepy or have just sent me running in a different circle. The last one was completely shocked that I called him back after three days after he said he would call me. After a bout stuttering nonsense he asked for references, which I am pretty sure he has not called. If he didn't want me as a roommate he could have just told me so and saved me some time.

What part of I am living in a hotel do these people not understand? Every day you waste of mine you waste a lot of money immediately, much more if you look at interest.

Okay, rant over... I don't feel any better.
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Crazy Plan revealed

So I mentioned a couple times that I've lost my mind and was going to do something completely insane. Well here it is.

In less than a month I'm going to move out of my parent's house and move to Los Angeles, California. I do not have a job lined up, I have almost no money, and I have no where to live when I get there. I'm going by car, driving for five days straight, cross-country with whatever I can fit into said vehicle.

This might sound like an idea I had about a year ago. The difference between now and then is I have less money and I am going to do it. Read my last several posts if you want to know why. I have not gotten a full-time job in over a year mostly because I want a job in my field, the field I spent $24,000 getting a degree in. Los Angeles has more jobs in my field than any other city short of maybe Chicago and New York and most importantly it will be a change of pace and will be something for me to look forward to and force me to get some kind of job immediately.

One of the major reason I'm moving to Los Angeles is that I expect to be able to work a normal job and do some theatre on the side if I need to. I can't do that here.

Anyway, I'm seriously considering doing video blogs of my trip. More on that soon.
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Routine

So I'm back to my old routine. I killed a month working and have a little bit of money, but I've already gotten past the point where I feel like I can spend any of it. I'm looking for more work. Maybe some more retail to save to move. I made just over $1100 after taxes and I plan to file as soon as W2s show up. It is a great thing to be poor around tax season. I should get a couple hundred back. That's a couple hundred closer to moving out.

I feel ashamed. I haven't practiced drawing or rendering or model building, but I have nowhere to put things. My mother left all of the ornaments from the Christmas tree lying all over the living room, but I know I would never be allowed to do that. I have one other excuse, my wrist now hurts when I write. Remember, I'm not in grammer school anymore, the most writing I do by hand is a shopping list. Yeah, writing ten words hurts. A lot.

I have an appointment to fix it in a week, or at least an appointment to find out what's wrong with it, then get another appointment to fix it. Meanwhile, I started looking up images of the human wrist online (hint: look for the Gray's Anatomy ones) and have another possible diagnosis. This one more likely then the rest. Whatever good that is.

Until I've gotten the wrist thing figured out I'm being a little careful about jobs. Most theatre jobs I look at require you to lift fifty pounds easily. I can't actually do that right now, or I can, it just hurts a lot.

Well time for me to sleep. Trying to keep a schedule. Like that ever works.
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Home, For Now

Well I'm at home. I officially had a lot more crap than my brother's did when they moved back from college. The trailer we rented was almost too small to fit it all. Then on the trip home I ditched my parents, who were pulling the trailer and beat them home by a half an hour.

The last couple of days haven't been too bad, other than the sad agreement that we are all fat and pictures of us will be taken in a month at my brother's wedding. I gained weight during my two months of unemployment and was at highest I've been in four years. It's already going as I tend, for some reason to be more active when I'm by myself. Also my mother is doing South Beach and my father is doing a lite Atkins so the food here is a little bit healthier.

Though I need to pause that thought to complain about the "low fat" Velveeta macaroni and cheese. It sucks.

As I was saying they are dieting and my mother and I are attempting to go on walks everyday. This week I need to be fitted for a tux as I am playing the role of a usher. We have to get fit somewhere local and send the measurements to Michigan where we are actually renting the tuxes from, my brother of course did not choose a chain store so it's going to be a bit awkward.

I'm still planning to find a job in a major "not DC area" city. I just need to convince my parents that the idea isn't completely stupid and that it will go much better if they assist me.

And if they don't. I'll do it anyway.

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Too Early

So once again it is three in the morning and I am still awake. I woke up yesterday at about 2:00pm because I was playing Smash Brothers and lost track of time. It's really annoying that I can't go do normal things. Not that there is much to do here. Later today I need to pick up boxes to start to really pack stuff up, make sure that nothing embarrassing is around when my parents come down 4th of July weekend.

Maybe I'll actually lose some of this weight I gained not doing shit.

Bored now.

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So slow...

Image via Wikipedia

So I've been trying to post for almost two days but the internet in my apartment has been sucking. Luckily I only have to deal with it for another two weeks and then I'll be at my parent's and they do have very good internet their, if nothing else.

I'm trying to pack and trying to find a real job as fast as possible to lessen the amount of time I need to be at "home". Every job I find though is usually a stretch for me to apply for, or they require three years experience, which I clearly do not have. I need to pack but I don't have any boxes at the moment. I plan to pick some up on Friday from the ABC store as I've heard that that is a good place to get them.

In the meantime I've been rereading Something Positive, which is an amusing waste of time, playing with my roommate's cat, and avoiding applying for the jobs I've previously stated I do not qualify for.

At one point in the last couple of days I actually had some type of content idea for this post, but I've clearly forgotten it. Now to go grocery shopping just to get out of the house.

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Viva la Resistance!

Image by Newsphoto Amsterdam via Flickr

Moving out soon back to "home". This is really the worst time to graduate from college. As usual I blame my parents. I won't be able to live there for very long, mostly because I can't be myself there. It's mostly that while there everything I do is under scrutiny, when I wake up, when I leave the house, when I return, if I'm being "social" (am I in the main room or else where), etc. I don't care for the area and don't have many good memories of the building.

Did I mention I'm allergic to it too? And it's drafty, rickety. It just isn't my home. I'm not sure if I've ever felt like it was my home and I lived there for seventeen years.

Clearly, I need to revolt.

I don't even know where I'm going to put all of my shit. It isn't big enough to hold my parents crap and I've gotten a lot more in the last couple of years.

Damn. My roommates are playing GURPS right now and if you've ever known people who play, you know that they do not have a volume control

And they only just started.

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Sleeping Troubles

Didn't want to upset the tone of the previous post and yet I feel like I have more to say.

I have twenty-seven days until I leave my apartment. I'm seriously planning to head westward and probaly southward, not northward. I avoided taking a trip up to see my family a couple weeks ago because I don't have any reason to return to the New River Valley in a timely manner. Downside is I haven't had much of a chance to talk to my parents on what I would like to do. I spoke with my father once and he didn't seem completely against my plan, but then again I always have better conversations with him on the phone.

In the meantime, I am having trouble going to bed at the proper time and waking up at a reasonable hour. Sleeping thru my alarm and just not getting out of bed. I can't even really get to work looking for jobs and apartments until 1 AM.

Night all.

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Day One

For some reason I've gotten it in my head to start blogging. We'll see how this goes. I'm going to try to stay anonymous for as long as I can, but I'm sure I'll get bored of that if I don't get bored of the whole concept soon. That said I'm a senior about to get an undergraduate art degree on the east coast of the United States. Currently I'm looking for work and will hopefully move somewhere exciting. I live my life through optimism, even when things suck I believe that I, or we, will get through it and life will go on and that all dreams can come true if you believe in them.

All for now.

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