Sound the alarm!
Mar. 11th, 2018 11:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mazecraft13My solitude has been disrupted! I repeat my solitude has been disrupted!
I have to admit, being in isolation for long periods of time starts to make one a fucking wierdo. And for me, already being a wierdo, the result is probably magnified exponentially. But my new roommate might actually not improve matters all that much. Cause he's a strange motherfucker. But I've known him for nearly 25 years. Holy shit all the people from my ancient life are resurfacing. But John was always a wierdo. He was the blonde long haired metal-goth kid in high school walking around in a beret, a Marilyn Manson shirt (when smells like children first came out), with a kilt, and knee high moccasins.
He hasn't changed much.
Anyway, when he isn't working on commissioned murals in Hollywood or Santa Monica, he is out promoting for various clubs, raves, concerts, parties, and art shows. You can often find him at said events live painting, or helping set up art shows. He is in the process of building a large artist retreat/compound out in Joshua Tree. It will have a sound studio, a stage for live shows and events, spaces for art creation, and just about any number of other spaces that could be adapted to the needs and desires of artists and creators of all kinds. The problem is that when he is in the LA area, he has been sleeping in his old beat up SUV.
No friend of mine will be homeless if there is anything I can do about it. I sacrificed my sanctuary, but John has always had a positive influence on me so long as I don't get too caught up in his chaos. His feet haven't touched the ground in 20 years and he lives completely at the mercy of his id, allowing his body to drift along his stream of consciousness. I ground him a little bit and he shakes me out of my stupor. Good people.
In other news, I started a new class this week on Educational Psychology and so far I am way more into it than my last class. Hopefully the slump from last term was just a passing miasma. On the work front I interviewed with the manager of the new store opening in Burbank and we seemed to hit it off pretty well. It was less an interview and more of a "meet and greet." But they aren't going to officially disclose whether or not the interviewees are hired until week after next. But based on the conversation and feedback from my current manager, it seems likely I will get the promotion and a position at the new location when it opens. If I am going to make a trip up to Washington I will definitely have to do it before the store opens mid to late April. Other than that, Donna and her daughter are presumably still coming later this week for a few days, but they have been radio silence on the plans so... *twiddles thumbs*
Anyway, sleep deprivation (fuck you insomnia and daylight savings time) are catching up with me.
Ciao for now.
I have to admit, being in isolation for long periods of time starts to make one a fucking wierdo. And for me, already being a wierdo, the result is probably magnified exponentially. But my new roommate might actually not improve matters all that much. Cause he's a strange motherfucker. But I've known him for nearly 25 years. Holy shit all the people from my ancient life are resurfacing. But John was always a wierdo. He was the blonde long haired metal-goth kid in high school walking around in a beret, a Marilyn Manson shirt (when smells like children first came out), with a kilt, and knee high moccasins.
He hasn't changed much.
Anyway, when he isn't working on commissioned murals in Hollywood or Santa Monica, he is out promoting for various clubs, raves, concerts, parties, and art shows. You can often find him at said events live painting, or helping set up art shows. He is in the process of building a large artist retreat/compound out in Joshua Tree. It will have a sound studio, a stage for live shows and events, spaces for art creation, and just about any number of other spaces that could be adapted to the needs and desires of artists and creators of all kinds. The problem is that when he is in the LA area, he has been sleeping in his old beat up SUV.
No friend of mine will be homeless if there is anything I can do about it. I sacrificed my sanctuary, but John has always had a positive influence on me so long as I don't get too caught up in his chaos. His feet haven't touched the ground in 20 years and he lives completely at the mercy of his id, allowing his body to drift along his stream of consciousness. I ground him a little bit and he shakes me out of my stupor. Good people.
In other news, I started a new class this week on Educational Psychology and so far I am way more into it than my last class. Hopefully the slump from last term was just a passing miasma. On the work front I interviewed with the manager of the new store opening in Burbank and we seemed to hit it off pretty well. It was less an interview and more of a "meet and greet." But they aren't going to officially disclose whether or not the interviewees are hired until week after next. But based on the conversation and feedback from my current manager, it seems likely I will get the promotion and a position at the new location when it opens. If I am going to make a trip up to Washington I will definitely have to do it before the store opens mid to late April. Other than that, Donna and her daughter are presumably still coming later this week for a few days, but they have been radio silence on the plans so... *twiddles thumbs*
Anyway, sleep deprivation (fuck you insomnia and daylight savings time) are catching up with me.
Ciao for now.
