I haven't had a whole lot to blog about lately, and am a little disenchanted with the internet to be honest.

I'm working at the gun store now. Selling guns is much easier than selling books, because everyone who walks in either

A) Have no idea what they want, and need you to pick a gun for them.

or

B) Knows exactly whay they want and just need you to hand it to them.

Books, on the other hand, do not conform to this nice little way of doing things. Everyone who comes in the bookstore is either

A) Looking for something no bookstore on the planet carries and which is exceedingly hard to get ahold of,

B) Isn't actually planning on buying anything and just want to come scan our books for their Kindle,

or

C) Wants "A blue colored book published sometime in the 80s, and the authors name starts with a letter in the english alphabet, though I don't remember their full name, what the book is called, what it's about, or even what's on the cover besides it being blue, or maybe red".

Of course, there are a few downsides to the gun store (a particular co-worker comes to mind, and it's alot harder of a job occasionally - I never had to run thousands of rifle cases up a long flight of stairs at the bookstore, for example), but my bosses are really nice people, and I'm being paid what can only be called "stupidly well" (let's just say I make more than alot of people who live in camps). So I can't complain too much.

There's not a whole lot else new, really.

I would like to help you out, really. It's not like I can't or really don't want to sell stuff to you, though I honestly wasn't intending to.

More than anything, I'm pretty convince of this: We aren't actually that close of friends. We're more like a perpetual, tighly-knit buisness relationship based on my constant possesion of things that you want, and you're just a really, really savvy buisnessman.

There's really no resentment in this, because it's not like other people don't do this, or that I never have. It's simply the reality. I am who I am, and the people I've chosen to associate with were, well, my choice.

So, anyway, if you think I'm holding out on you, you're right, but it's nothing personal (though to be honest, I'm not giving you shit on credit). I'm just curious to see if you ever bother to get in touch when I don't have something you need. Once that is established, I'll be happy to deal with you either way.

I don't know how the hell I did this without dying of exhaustion back in the day.

Been out alot with Sophie and Alex over the last few days. Sophie has basically just replaced Lucas with someone slightly less whiney but equally grumpy in larger social situations. Alex has grown up alot, but is fundamentally the same person she was two years ago. Honestly, I was a little surprised at how much fun it was, given that I got the same job of being everyone's cab and chaperon, like always.

Of course, I didn't voulenteer, and I didn't really do a good job either, because hey, it's not my fucking job to fix everyone else's shit. That's really a blog for a different time, and a story in itself though.

Hung out with Henney till the early hours of the morning last night. I gave him a bunch of weed - He's always been a good friend and a nice guy, and we got super ripped. Twas a good time, but I couldn't move out of bed until just a few minutes ago.

Anyway, there was something else, but I don't really remember what. Expect this one to be edited later.

It's been a LONG time since I've had to get up this early.

I hung out with Sophie, her friend Gabe, and a really, really drunk Stephanie Doonan yesterday. Steph was like, incoherently drunk and rambled about all sorts of disturbing shit and I'm moderately sure Sophie's friend is a junky of some type, despite being a pretty cool guy.

Not a whole lot really changes around here, besides resturaunts and shite like that.

Oh, OH YEAH! I remember...

...THAT's why I don't really like living here at all.

It was a really mellow, enjoyable three or four days, though.

Unrelated:

Lindsay, Lisa still thinks you hate her. I told her that I don't think your boyfriend is a huge fan of me, and on top of that, I hate most of her less recent friends, so it sort of balances out. I think this actually made her feel better, which is sort of good because I'm really not in the mood for this sort of petty shit that doesn't really make much difference to me. Yay!

Also unrelated:

I'm working at the bookstore again. Yay cheap books! Yay Kris buying free lunches! Yay!


I really hope I don't have to work early today/tomorrow. Blah.