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YES, I'M ALIVE

Wow, an entire two months since I last posted. Well, I'm sure there are some pretty good excuses as to why that's the case. Let's start at the beginning.

Around the middle of August, I start getting wind from Luisa that her mom, well, hates me. She has something against me. Luisa has theories on them. Something about the bad roommate theory. I just think she's one grape short of a fruit salad, but that's just me. Anyway, the relationship between myself and Luisa's mother has deteriorated to the point where we don't speak directly to each other. Yeah, that badly. Meanwhile, here's an actual quote relayed to me from Luisa:

I would've thrown that son-of-a-bitch out by now if he wasn't dating you.

So basically, I got the picture and that weekend, I ended up moving into my new apartment and out of the Profeta residence. Let the record show that I walked in to the kitchen while the conversation containing said quote was going on. Needless to say, it was quite the awkward moment. At least I picked up that I walked in an a very inopportune time.

So as a result, I'm now living at the Essex Park Apartments. There's a cockroach palmetto bug problem, the porch floods when it rains, and the mail gets delivered three times a week, if I'm lucky. Needless to say, the $529 + utilites I'm paying is a bit of a ripoff. Very much so. But I signed the lease and unless I get a freaking huge check sometime in the next couple of months, I'm stuck there. But at least one of the dumbasses living around me left their wireless internet unsecured. So I'd have that going for me... if I had my computer set up. But that would require a working desk, which I don't have since I moved out as one of the pieces of the desk broke off while moving it. (Note to self: Do not buy cheap furniture from Target again.)

But back to the problem at hand, the old potential in-laws problem. It's gotten to the point that Luisa's dingbat mother has soured the father against me. Here's another quote relayed to me through Luisa:

He's an intellectual wiffleball.

I'm pretty sure that I've been called alot of things in the past, but a wiffleball must be the first.

This probably should piss me off more than it does. Considering I graduated #4 in my HS class, top 10% of my graduating class at Virginia Tech, Magna cum Laude, 1460 SAT, 760 M, 540 V 6.0 Analytical GREs, blah, blah, blah. But since I don't have a framed piece of paper that allows me to call myself a doctor of philosophy, then I'm an intellectual wiffleball. It probably doesn't help that I kick Luisa's mom's ass at Jeopardy! each night. Especially since Luisa's mom has been trying to get on there for the past couple of years. Anyway, I'm an intellectual wiffleball.

There's more to the laundry-list of complaints that Luisa has relayed to me, but I honestly don't remember, or care for that matter, right now. But at times, it makes long-term prospects with Luisa that much harder to grasp at the moment. Sigh.

Beyond living issues, I've fully immersed myself in more or less 6 things that have prevented me from doing too much blogging.

1. Work
2. Bowling
3. Playstation
4. Travel
5. Sleeping
6. College Football

Yeah, I know, some exciting stuff. Work is work, I get paid for doing stuff that other people probably get credit for, but I'll live for now. This is just entry-level after all. But I like most of the people I work for. There's just one worker that I wish I could fire. Then life at work would be good.

Bowling revolves around me being in a league. I'm probably holding myself to too high of a standard, but I'm hovering around a 135 average right now. But I'm adjusting to throwing left-handed, putting spin on the ball, and having a consistant grip. I don't think I'll be joining any professional tours in the next couple of years, but I'd like to get to the point where I could hold my own in a local tournament or two. But we'll see about that. I'd like to just make improvement at this point, but it comes very streakily at this point.

As for the Playstation, it helps that we have friends that like to play video games, so we've immersed ourselves in Dance Dance Revolution, Shrek Super Party, NCAA Baseball 2006 and X-Men Legends II. I'm actually playing as the UConn Huskies, as I enjoy beating both Notre Dame AND West Virginia, and UConn has a decent team. I'll coach the Hokies when I start getting good. And get a kick-ass contract offer.

Travel involves going to various places. I've been to Daytona Beach and Atlanta since I last posted. Again, some nice times. I didn't get too burnt at the beach as I only really spent 1 full day out in the sun. Everything else was just hanging out and enjoying being outside of Columbia for a long weekend. Atlanta involved seeing the Braves play the Phillies. Fun times watching the game. Not so fun times basically not talking to Luisa's mom, AT ALL. At least Mr. Profeta will banter back and forth with me. Which probably is more upsetting since he has all of these issues with me, but is hiding them under cordiality. At least with the mom, I know she dislikes me and I can plan accordingly.

(Oh, side note: One of the major issues I supposedly have with the mother is that I'm not a "born-again Christian". I was originally going to try and defend myself, but now, screw it. If she has a problem that I was a Catholic, am a Catholic and will be a Catholic, then that's her problem. I'm pretty damn comfortable with my relationship with God without needing to be "born again". Then again, I really don't care for the fact that she's all into prophecy. Even to the point that she'll bring up some pretty insane stuff. Like someone prophesizing that New York was going to be hit by a Category 5 hurricane, or that someone will develop a new energy source that begins with an E (and no, it's not ethanol apparently). One more thing, another issue she has with me is that I don't like some woman named Joyce Meyer. Luisa's mother gave me a book of Meyer's called "Battlefield of the Mind." I didn't particularly care for it, especially since I couldn't read more than a chapter of the book. It was pretty pretentious and just spouted off Bible citations without any explaination of the meaning of said quotes. Just like most of the televangelists that she likes to watch.)

Ok, then there's the sleep thing. As a result of all this crap weighing down on me, I've started having issues sleeping again. And having more depression issues. Even with the meds, I still have the issues. However, the Lunesta is helping me sleep, but when I don't take it, the sleep isn't worth crap. As a result, I end up dragging the next day and making the whole depression thing worse. What isn't helping is that I probably have Seasonal Affective Disorder, like my Dad, and we're entering the season of death known as fall. So needless to say, this isn't going to be super in terms of mental health, but just as long as I don't do anything stupid (like drink half a bottle of whisky), then I should be fine.

But I do have College Football to look forward to. I did manage to go to a Univ. of South Carolina game vs. Georgia. Having been to now three college stadiums, I can now say that the USC experience as by far the worst. It probably wouldn't kill the scoreboard operator to put up some out-of-town scores during the TV time outs. But considering that when they would announce the scores, they would be a quarter behind what I could get on my cell phone, it's probably for the best. Also, there's really no excuse for the band to get outplayed by the Georgia band. That's just horrible. While the Marching Virginians are uppity dorks, at least they played their instruments before the 4th quarter. All in all, I miss the Lane Stadium experience. Heck, I miss the Clemson experience.

Ok, that should catch everyone up with what I've been doing. I promise to put more updates up. Especially as I finally upload my many, many pictures onto some kind of picture hosting site online. Blogger just isn't going to cut it, unfortunately. But that would require me putting my computer together in the first place. We'll see about that.
posted by Mike at 6:10 PM