Too cool for otherblogthings.

After a long time procrastinating, I decided that posting something would do me good, in some way, however it may be.

This was originally going to be a blog about things, but then I came to my senses. Why? Who would read it? What's the point? And the biggest one of all; what do I have to say? I'll answer the last question with a big "nothing".


My mom presented a nice job opportunity with Cingular/AT&T to me the other day that could have turned my life around. It was a summer internship at a Cingular Wireless store that could have lead to a career with the company if they liked your performance. So I call the 1-800 thing to find out more (While I was on hold, I listen through Reload by Metallica until halfway through Unforgiven 2) and tell the person that answerd where I live, my age, my background, all sorts of stuff that is unnecessary because of what he tells me next, "Okay the two closest locations that are offering this position are in Lodi, and on East Bidwell in Folsom". I would think that piece of information is one of the first things they tell the inquiring person. The one in Lodi is out of the question, but East Bidwell, I had to see for myself, and I did. When I got home an hour and a half later, the answer was easy, NAH.

Photoshop is a wonderful tool, with the power to create beautiful things, and provoke anger three seconds later. I'm practicing Vectors and using my friend Leah's face for my model without her permission. o da well.

My next blog will be depressing, because I am.