Pity Party! Everyone’s Invited!

So one thing I’ve always tried to avoid in my bloggings is devolving to the point where I become one of those people who just pukes his life onto the screen for the world to see.  I always thought that people who did that were

a) not very creative

b) pathetically begging for attention

Well luckily for me I currently have no ability to do anything remotely creative or productive but I have a pretty compulsive need to write something regardless.  So here it is:  some random shit that happens to compose the make-up of my life at the moment:

Money: I have no job, $1 in my wallet, -$79 in my bank account and rent due on the 15th.  Time to go beg my parents for money.  Oh joy.

Music: First I broke my external hard drive and couldn’t recover anything from it.  Then my ipod broke and I had to delete all the songs on it in order to reset it.  All told, I lost about 17,000 songs.  I don’t have any money to buy music (which sucks because the record store is like 5 minutes away) and this computer is has too little bandwith, memory, and speed to download (read: pirate) music in any great amounts.  Also, my dad hasn’t sent my guitar yet, I blew out the speakers in my (only) headphones, and this computer is also too slow to run FL Studio.

Social Life: I basically know 5 or 6 people in this entire city, most of which are my brother’s friends, and I don’t have any money to go out so I’m pretty much stuck in the house all day every day. 

Miscelanious: All the spiders that call my bedroom home are jumping spiders.  It is hot as balls. I ran out of chapstick.  I’m effectively addicted to Questionable Content.  I’m almost out of ice cream.  I’m starting to feel really silly sitting here thinking of reasons to feel sorry for myself.  I guess that means I should stop.

 

Stay tuned for my next blog where I will be writing about something other than self-pity.