Smoking

So it's been almost four days without smoking, which I stopped smoking because I had some teeth pulled, but It wasn't so bad since I was more concerned about the pain rather than the nicotine cravings. I refused to take any of those pain killers for it which is why I was in pain. Having the bottom teeth pulled hurt a whole lot more than the top ones, my whole cheek was in pain so was my ear. Last night I was sitting up shaking thinking that I should have gotten the pain killers. I can't wait until I go back to work, not smoking will be a lot harder to achieve. Monday, I think it was, when I can start smoking again.

Normally people would say things like "But you stopped for such a long time, you can keep going" or some form of and I would reply with some sort of excuse or what not.

It's just the way it is.

Teeth

Yesterday was the first day in over twelve years that I have been to a dentist. I had my top two wisdom teeth pulled plus that hole in my tooth filled. I think tha worst part was a few hours after they were pulled, all my top teeth hurt at once, but the pain steadily went away. I wish he would have done my bottom wisdom teeth first, those are the ones that actually hurt, but I understand that the top widsom tooth was hiding a part of that hole so he had to pull it to get to that hole. Tommorow I finish up getting the rest of my wisdon teeth out, then sometime in april is when  I get the rest of my teeth finished. I've so far spent around two-thousand fixing my car and teeth in the past couple days so after thursday I'll need to work for some more money.
I was in pain so I did drink a bit of wine before bed to help me sleep. I don't like red wine.

School

Well, during a session of class today, the teacher asked if I had a couple of minutes to talk with her so I did. Apparently, every time I am in this class I have looked like and acted like I am on drugs. I think this is a form of profiling because I have long hair which I rarely brush and I wear different clothes than the others. She even admitted to indulging in a little smoking now and again at parties and such but she explained that I should keep it there and away from my academics.

I have no clue how to respond to this other than doing a pee test to prove I am not on drugs but even then it would not be exact proof. So it seems I need to shave my head and fall into place like the rest of these people. To give more of an insight into it, I live in a town full of marines, right next to the largest marine base, yes the largest one. This is what I get for being in a different type of family I guess. I'm not even originally from around here. Only came because land was cheep and plentiful.

I always thought it was illegal for a teacher to accuse a student of being on drugs.

I think

I think it's about time to sell a bunch of stuff on eBay. Well, I can find a bunch of stuff outside, I mean if people can sell snow and weeds on eBay, I can sell things like that too. Maybe even some of my creations like books I've made, much of my books I have hand made, a lot of necklaces and crap, and random paintings and such. I am so going to be a millionaire when I sell my popcorn kernels. Or maybe sell off my hair one day. It's three almost four feet long, that should go for a couple million. Then again most people want virgin hair, and seeing as how I'm not a virgin, it might not go so well. That just seems like discrimination to me, or maybe they're just witches. I mean who cares if I have had sex or not.

Bass

Got my new strings for my bass, only took a few days since ordering, or so it felt since I was not really thinking about it at the time.
I also finally got my registration for my car, which I purchased in December, was sent on March 14, finally came today. Can't wait for registration on my other car, since I paid for that in February, It should come sometime in May, same with my license plates, and my W2, which I had to pay for twice, will come sometime in June or July. Amazing how well the postal service is doing, or may I say, the fine work of the DMV. Since the DMV did not charge me for the second sets of my registration, and they were so kind enough to say it was their fault in a sense, I might as well bring the extra back to them, after all, no one wants to pay 50$ each for them so I might as well.
So been playing the Bass, writing another book since they said no to publishing the one I just wrote. That's okay, while I write a second one I shall keep trying until I get a yes.
I noticed it is much easier to publish short stories and poems than it is to publish a full novel. With Short Stories and Poems, it's like no one ever says no, and I've received candy awards for each one, but with Novels, everyone says no and no one likes to give out pieces of useless paper saying what a good job I did with something or another. This might not be the case for most people, but that's how it is for me.


About me snippet:
My first book I wrote, I was in junior high school. Never tried to get it published nor did I even type it up. It was my first attempt at a full book which took up a lot of paper. I first published a poem in High school my sophomore year and received my first award, and editors choice award that I am quite sure they gave out to every single person who published with that company, then another poem the next year, and the year after that, same candy awards, one of which my poem ended up in the local news paper.

High school I wrote in the newspaper, or rather, a magazine which was featured in our own local news paper, the second time my name made the news paper not including principals honor roll or honor roll listings. All this I did while continuing to write other novels and such, none of which I have tried to publish.

Then I published four short stories in college, and one in the college short story book thing. I also published yet another poem which received yet another award. I have only received awards for my poetry, all of which are awards that everyone received. I am quite sure of it. Now, I have tried to publish my book, which so far two companies have said no to. So, now I continue to write yet another story, while trying to find someone to publish my stupid book.

I have read over so much of my old stories knowing that yes, I do suck at writing, or at least my stories seem to suck. They just don't work the way I want them to. Now you know my little story behind my stupid stories. 

Todays

Well, it's a nice and peaceful Thursday afternoon, the day in which I have a midterm for a law class I know nothing about. Learning about law is not something I had intended, I just wanted to learn something new while finishing up on my last degree of this place, all the while searching for a new school who is willing to help me reach my goals.

Nothing

Nothing, I just feel compelled to post is all. I have nothing new to talk about or anything like that, I just felt like I had to post something, so.

Lit the candle for the night, not for anything special, but because I have no clue on where my lighter is. I used a single match to the light the candle then I light the cigarette that I am addicted to and smoke it. Currently drinking a fruit juice rather than alcohol, I do not like alcohol all too much, and type on this computer because I am trying out something new. No twitter of course, no need to do such a thing so early within the account's age as the same with the blog.
Seems as though there is time to waste, or rather time I found that I can act productive in. To write something, to paint something, to play something upon the instruments I have aquired. Tomorow would be the same as today, only time to spend doing something that seems rather productive but is not entirely. Just a small amount of time.

Damnit

Okay, so I have one more post today. I decided, to finally join, or create a twitter account. First it tells me to follow five people, so I do. Then it tells me to follow five more people so I do. Then it tells me to find my own friends to follow. Oh then it made me invite people, stupid Internet thing. Why does it have to be so hard?
This is complicated. Then I have to find a picture to use of myself. Like I'm going to show off my ugly face to the world. Oi. Describe myself sweet, my favorite part. Confirming account information.
After all that, what sucks is trying to figure out how to remove all those people from my list of people to watch tweets from. Unfollowing people is hard. Now I feel like an Idiot. I have two degrees, for what, for the Internet to make me feel like a complete idiot, and loser. Thank you so much Internet.

Now, I can finally twitter about random crap all the time like everyone else, awesome. Umm, I guess I'm under @KrissSavario or some shit like that.

Violin

What is there to do? Been playing around with a violin lately, I broke a string, and still can't figure out how to make any pretty noises from it, I'm getting closer to figuring it out. I wrote a song, just need to learn to play nice with others to make up a band for only one song. I can play a bass but not a violin, I notice that after a while of trying to figure out the violin, I just grab my bass and go back to that. I got a 50$ violin, unlike my bass which was a whole lot more, a lot more. I would like to blame the violin for being a cheep thing, but I figured if I was going to learn to play I would start out on something cheep, in case I couldn't figure it out. Maybe I just suck at playing the violin, but that won't stop me from trying. If I can't figure it out, at least I can make it scream, that's so cool.

Well

I would like to say how super hard it is to keep posting on some random sight no one will ever read, but in actuality, it is getting easier and easier. This is mostly because I know no one wants to read this, and if they do, then they obviously have nothing else better to do.

There are times when I look in my rear view mirror and hope that I will see an accident happen. Sometimes I hope that someone will hit my car as I am driving, not for money, but just to see what it is like to be in a car accident. Sometimes I wonder about the mentality of others I meet at work. I wonder how can a child read better than a full adult, how can a child know how to use a restroom better than an adult, how can a child know better than their parents about stealing, and when the child is caught stealing, the parents give them a stern talking to, and yet the adult goes right on stealing something right in front of the child like it's some sort of "do as I say not as I do" rule.  Everyday, there is at least one adult who comes in and acts like a child, yelling, cussing, throwing things because he (or she) cannot use the bathroom at that current time. Everyday there is at least several people who like to compare prices, to tell the same jokes that have been used many times before, the bathroom being made a mess by adults shitting or peeing on the floor or in the sink rather than in the actual toilet, people who toss their trash on the floor even though there is a trashcan within ten inches away from them, someone who tosses their soda or coffee on the floor because we do not have the type of creamer they want and then they storm out, or a man who thinks he's better than everyone and tosses his money at the cashier when there is a long line because he doesn't want to wait, then comes back in and yells at the cashier for not putting the money on the gas pump they want. It gets harder and harder everyday to just smile, to fake the laughs, to act like nothing ever happened the day before, to act like it's the first day on the job and that the only way to prove it is to do the best job ever to prove they are a needed person.
People wonder why I am anti-social. I wasn't like this before I got a job and realized how people actually are. Most seem to be disgusting freaks who I would obviously never want to be invited over to their place since, if they can't use a public toilet properly, they obviously don't know how to use the one within their own home.
The only thing that makes me smile at work now are very few customers. one of which I have seen pick up random trash up the floor that is not his and throw it away. One who comes in smiling all the time no matter how bad things look, and there are times I was quite sure he was faking it, but he did a good job at it which makes me try harder to smile for the rest of the day. Then there are few of my regular customers that I smile for because I know at least they clean their own messes up. Then a few others, but overall, it seems like a bunch of disgusting freaks. More disgusting freaks than the others from what I have seen. This means that a 'normal' person is suppose to not clean up their messes, that they cannot read or use a toilet, they yell argue cuss and throw tempter tantrums, and they cannot come up with their own jokes and, instead, use the same ones over and over again. Now, again, just my opinion, which is only based off of the people who live out here. I hope that not every place is as fucked up as this one.