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Why am I even writing a new journal? I have nothing to say about my life at all now, except that all my life consist of is looking for jobs, working out at various parks around Chattanooga, and going to live shows. That's pretty much it. None of this is bad (obviously), it's just not that exciting. I split my time between Chattanooga and Atlanta these days, crashing at friends' houses and partying with rock stars, then the very next Tuesday, I'll be back at the Tennessee Dept. of Human Services for food stamps and the E&T program. Yeah, I'm still jobless. STILL. JOBLESS. I've been searching my ass off, but to no avail. Guess that Political Science degree I got from UTC was pretty much worthless. Should have been a business major.
What time isn't devoted to trying to make myself feel useful is spent obsessing over Regular Show and Adventure Time, because I think the fantasy element of both shows is nursing me through the grim disappointments of adulthood. I don't like to stare at actors on a TV screen whose emotions are false. With animated characters, you know there isn't a director yelling "cut!" to a bunch of jaded pricks that just want to slurp down a cappuccino/cigarette combination and call it a day. Mordecai is fucking Mordecai, Finn the Human is fucking Finn the Human. The voice actors are wonderful, the plots are witty and engaging, and there's a perfect blend of childhood innocence and disillusioned, adult-like sadness. That's what I want out of my fantasy world.
Haven't been on the ball with photos. I've got some live concert shots but people on DA don't give a shit about those unless it's of Gerard Way picking his nose or some shit. Blah. If you want to talk to me and keep up with what I actually blog about that has some sort of merit, follow the link in my header.