It's been a while since I've made any sort of post. I doubt anyone actually reads these, so I don't really mind. I need to start copying these into emails to send to my professor- that's the reason I'm even writing these things. Today's entry is going to be short- I've been sick for a few days and it's making it really hard to focus on the screen for any length of time. I think helping my brother with district work yesterday made it worse.

I've been falling behind on my homework. Work has gotten to be really hectic lately- there is usually a big crunch as we start coming out of winter and, oddly enough, the temperature drops a bit. As spring starts to roll around the clouds clear out, making the temperature fall to extremes at night... Which our very badly underbuilt infrastructure can't handle all that well. Add to that the fact that most of the people around here don't know what's safe to flush and what isn't and, well, you start to see where the problems come from... It's a mess. Nobody gets nearly enough sleep to stay healthy- hence the reason I'm sick.

I feel bad about missing class. I mean, it costs a small fortune to attend class (I could buy a used car for what I pay for tuition- we make enough money that I don't qualify for the FAFSA and there just aren't any scholarships out there that I meet the requirements of) but I also feel like I'm letting the professors down. You essentially sign a contract at the beginning of the semester that states you will attend class, so it's sort of like violating your contract to not be there.

I'm signing off. The cat is bugging me and I'm not feeling so hot.

Later, peeps.

Hooray for Trebuchet! See what I did there? I made a rhyme.

So... Not much happened. I came up with a new blanket/padding setup for the back of the Jeep that's made it a lot comfier to sleep in. It's not as cold, anyways.

Cripes... I don't really have much to say. YouTube invited me to be a partner, that's pretty cool. I get paid some small amount of money for video views now, assuming the people click the links/etc.

I hijacked my mom's laptop to do some paperwork and get some links for her- I had them stored on Facebook. She was logged in on her account and lo and behold! My ex was signed in. She's blocked my personal account but for some reason I can't begin to fathom added my mom. Maybe she's hoping for a sideways view into my life? Who knows. Who really cares? All I know is that seeing her name for that brief instant - forcing myself to log out of that account before I succumbed to the temptation to say hi - has really messed me up. I suddenly felt broken again- a feeling I haven't felt for a very, very long time. It's not pleasant. I had to go turn my time sheet in to my sister, who is the secretary for the sanitation district. I remember driving there, but don't remember driving back. I vaguely recall breaking down and crying in the car for a while, I don't know how long. I stumbled over to the old Land Whale, that poor old RV. I just sorta stood there for a while... My eyes turn off. Is that normal? If I don't move my eyes for a while, they just sorta black out. I don't close them, really.

Anyways. It's weird, I'm using this as a sort of diary or journal or whatever you want to call it, even though it's accessible by the public.

Hah, right. Like anyone's going to read this.

Peace, folks. I think I'm gonna go be sick.

Except I can't, because I need to be viable tomorrow as I promised someone I'd come in. Ugh.

Lates.
-Dave

I'm still no good at this HTML editing stuff.

Why are default fonts almost always Times New Roman (which is a name that makes absolutely no sense) or Arial?

I'm gonna use Trebuchet, 'cause it's different and named after the only really handy thing the French ever gave to the world. Now all we have is smelly cheeses and cars that fall apart in a matter of months.



So... I'm rambling. I'm taking an communications class this semester, and one of the assignments we were given was a sort of day-to-day or weekly journal to fill out. I would hand write mine but my handwriting is nearly illegible, so I've decided to piggyback onto my premade blogging account and use that- the name works, too, as I'm probably going to mostly be writing late at night.

Not much has happened lately. We've finally gotten around to welding in that end of the building, and it seems like the Comm class is picking up as well. It seems like I've generally been paired up with a nice lady named Crystal Husman- we're both hardcore introverts, so I suspect we'll work quite well together on any future assignments.

Life has been hectic! So crazy. I've been trying like mad to get caught up. My sister has a car that needs work (lol it needs work all the time) and I've got a couple of my own that need attention. I've got a motor I need to finish rebuilding for my other commuter car (a 1991 Toyota Camry that I'm swapping a hot 3S-GE into... gonna be fun!) and my current daily driver - an all-wheel drive Camry sporting the world-famous All-Trac system - needs new rear CV shafts and is making an ugly noise when I turn right at high speeds. I hope it isn't the wheel bearing, as that was replaced all of 1500 miles ago with a very expensive Timken unit. I hope I don't need to spring for a Koyo replacement, though the OEM stuff is very nice.

I've got some homework to do tomorrow and then I get the immense pleasure of sleeping in the car to keep from waking up at some ungodly hour to make it to my Comm class on time. At least I'll be in the nice big Jeep, so I'll have a padded (and flat!) surface to crash out on, unlike in the Camry. I suspect it'll be colder though, what with all the glass and the larger cabin area. Thank goodness my sleeping bag is good to -20* or so, wot wot?

 I'm running out of words, so I'll leave you all with some words of wisdom that an old friend once passed on to me.

It is always better to sit down on a cold toilet seat.

Oh lawd

People tell me to write letters. I'm not very good at that- the terrible handwriting is a big hindrance
I'll try, though. In fact, I think I'm going to start first thing tomorrow. I don't know what I'll write- or how I'll write it, for that matter. I've got to hitch a ride 140 miles into Albuquerque to take care of some crap that's requiring I wake up early tomorrow