Damn! 2009

Crap,

So I definitely haven't kept that once a week thing. I doubted I would, but at least I came back to you blog!

A lot has happened... Man. I don't think I'm gonna be able to sum it all up, but I'll see. Dating scenes suck. I managed to piss off Pixie enough that she's outta the picture. Kind of mixed feelings about that. She's a good girl, just not the one for me, so its better this way I'd think. The accountant turned out to be a deadpan as well, and I'm cutting myself off from pursuing that in anyway. I really need to try to focus on me, and stop trying to find any sort of relief from this... whatever it is in this damn state.

Speaking of States... I think I've made up my mind on California. I really did fall in love with San Francisco while I was there, and I really want to make a go of it in that city. Even if I'm selling all I own, and living in some hovel, it's worth it to me. I really want to try to follow this idea I've had in my head for a while about not necessarily going after the life I think I should lead, and try to go after the life I want to lead.

Working out is somewhat sporadic, but I am noticing I like doing it, and hopefully I'll be able to keep at it. Kind of hard to fall asleep most nights, so I'm gonna try to just wake up uber early and force myself into a early sleep pattern via exhaustion. We'll see how it goes -- I'm attempting 6.15 tomorrow so I can at least Cardio for 30 minutes and take a shower. Who knows...

Work is kind of good too. Lots of hours, which is definitely a plus. Gonna be close to actually having 20-25 at the college gig, and an awful lot of client plans have been coming up. Hopefully I'll actually stick to the guns and not fuck it up like some hair brained twat.

House is slow going... Got the carpet up, and dammit I'll get that fucker painted one of these weekends. I just need to plan the damn day for it. Tough to find the motivation for that one, but I know I need to move back into the hole if I'm gonna be able to save any sort of cash. Bugger that.

Well... At least I was able to post a little bit of a blog. We'll see how I feel as the week keeps on going.

Oh, and New President in the Country. That'll make taxes interesting, plus Limbaugh is gonna be shitting bricks for a while.

Last little note I'm gonna post is that I think I'm gonna try to take up writing again. Found it relaxing back in the day, and I've got a kinda cool idea rolling around in my head for a decent story.

Well that's it for me.

Take care of yourself
~H

How did this happen?

So. I said I would do a little background, and so I will. Sit down and get comfortable, this might take a little while. 

Previously, on Homeless in MI, I chattered about growing up in the cutest little shape of a mitten state in the good old U.S. of A.

... This is not a bragging right at all, I assure you. For as long as I can remember, I've really wanted to escape this state. Sure, as a kid I had delusions of adequacy and ideas about how I would make 250,000$ per year, but I'm finding that Reality has given me a little upgrade to my thought process. Recently, my plan was to buy a house for fairly cheap (75 Large), fix it up over a 5 year period, so the housing market would be on a (hopeful) upswing, and then sell it for what I paid, plus what I put in. The money I'd get out would pay for a relocation, plus a few months to get on my feet without having to worry about having a job lined up.

This was Homeless' plan, and a glorious plan it was. He bought the house, started fixing it up with some windows, a little paint here and there, even tossed in a new furnace. But then.... tomfoolery abounded! Slacker assclowns aka THIEVES robbed Homeless. Three times no less! 

.... Right, so the first time was just for a crummy lawn mower, but still! Three robberies, including two physical break-ins later, and Homeless thought maybe this hotshot plan wasn't so hot, and instead was a black hole into all of his time, money, and sanity was being sucked into faster than the Spears sisters were dropping off crotchfruit into our midst. 

So Homeless fled his house, leaving behind dog fur and trash, and proceeded to move into his current residence -- a small third floor flat in an unnamed complex. Its not as roomy, or as convenient, but he's not getting robbed either. 

So now here we are. A brief introduction into how I got to where I am. I'm probably about 90% moved in, and maybe 60% unpacked. Still some of my assorted life belongings floating about between houses and apartments, but I'll wrangle it all soon.

Where to from here. I don't really know. I think thats what I was saying this blog is all about. I'm hoping that sooner or later I'll make a plan that doesn't get flushed down the cosmic john, and maybe I'll even figure out what I want to be when I grow up. Still holding out for superhero... but that's been a long time coming. Blasted radio active spiders never show up when needed.

I have internet now in the apartment, so it won't be  a huge hassle to update this thing, but I'm keeping this post short. I've got a truckton of work to do for my job, and I have yet to start, so I'd best get cracking or else I really will be homeless. 

Take care of yourself.

~Homeless