Weekly Log - 02 through 08

Monday Nov 02

Monday begins with a seeing-eye dog barfing on the bus. Murphy announces its arrival swiftly and with style. I started getting a few more movies to watch and review: this blog was created with a purpose other than complaining (although that was the backup plan) and it's been a bitch to keep up with the last few months.

I have a thing or two to look forward to in November, namely, in 12 days, I have Depeche Mode's Tour of the Universe, and luckily, by the time I get home today, I have two new Batman comics and two more movies to watch. Avatar is popping in theaters soon as well... I have my doubts about Cameron's directing, but the trailer is interesting as interesting gets, so I'm willing to give it a shot. (let us, for the sake of the argument, ignore the rule that says that trailers lie.

I got to work, the program didn't like me anymore, so I went back to previous functions. I don't know what happened: it was working fine last Friday. Maybe I screwed up the computer terminal... if I did, however, I didn't notice. Swear to crow and all things holy.

I ended my day watching Mythbusters YouTube specials and trying to find torrents for some epic orchestral music. I went to bed late, and with plans to conquer Poland.

Tuesday Nov 03

Poland will have to wait, it seem, while I get to work and earn my day's pay. Going to bed after Mythbusters and Verdi isn't very healthy it seems. I have a feeling my night was populated with strange dreams. I did wake up with a feeling something wasn't overly right, at 8h20 in the morn. Which is even more unusual. I can't for the life of me recall the dreams.

Still have a hard-on holding strong for C4 explosives. A psychological hard-on, of course. The physiological kind would be weird.

Wednesday Nov 04

Ten days until Tour of the Universe. Very excited. You should always have something to look forward to: it helps keep the depressing thoughts at bay. Now let's get over this hump and rush forth to call it a week.

I have a few movies to watch now, and review... nothing new, I'm afraid. I finally got a version of Jacob's Ladder with a quality that doesn't blow the big one. I have Batman Begins, as well as the aforementioned The Dark Knight... I have The Machinist, which you should really watch if you haven't yet. And I'm giving some thought to American Psycho. The movie was bland, menthinks, compared to the book. The book is not only difficult to read at moments, but also much heavier than Hollywood made it. Coraline is also on my ranks. Now I need to gather up some good horror titles and start getting back on track. Easier typed than done.

My dreams remain weird. I have a recollection of, at some moment of the night, getting visions of people I know in a manner you'd expect in a David Lynch flick. I have a clear remembrance of seeing Mum walk into the room in a reverse motion (you know, filmed walking backwards and then running the tape backwards so it looks like she's walking straight), and in fast-forward. Spooky.

When they ask you how I finally cracked, feel free to show them this log.

Thursday Nov 05

I woke up slightly later than usual, although still on time, got out of bed and started getting ready for work. I got a call from a rental agent and marked a visit to a house for tomorrow morning. Mum finally decided it was better for me to move. Shit, really? I'll try to act like I hadn't seen it coming over a month ago.

That's a wrap for my attempt at buying the place. It was a great, resounding failure. In the process, we've lost money and had troubles and tribulations up the ass. Why did I even think things would get easy for me? Nothing comes easy. I swear, the next fucker who comes at me with positive thinking is getting something tossed at him.

At work, still in the regular, short survey. The problem with the program remains. I let hours slide by. My head's elsewhere - namely, preparations to move. The boxes, the heaby cleaning, painting walls, changing bills' names and addresses... and the Internet connections. And getting to know the new neighbors. And finding new resource areas. Gods, the moving! My eyes remain on the clock throughout the whole thing. I'm not sure I want to get out of here and go to a house I don't see as mine anymore.

Friday Nov 06

Well... I have a new place. Or I will, officially, tomorrow. And when I saw I have a new place, I mean I have a new place. Not Mum's place. My place. Moi. Me. I.

It's small, cheap and needs some serious work, but it's mine and I like it. Or at least, will be mine, if Murphy leaves me the fuck alone. It's a rental, but in five years, I'll have an option of buying it for a much lower prince than now. I confess I'm excited, I made a lot of plans on my way to the coffee shop after the visit: where I'm gonna place what, what color I'll paint the walls, what stays, what goes, putting up a bar and a gaming spot on the living room... very excited. And the best part: it's across the street from where I am now, so the moving will maybe, perhaps, probably be less rough.

I decided it's high time I got to it. I keep waiting and shit can get very, very ugly. Maybe this way I can jump free of some of the bullshit that's been eating at my head like battery acid. Now only one thing worries me.

Kid Bro.

I had agreed with him we'd see a few places... but this is by far the most affordable one I found, and it's in a location we both know already. I know I won't be able to afford a place where he wants me to get one. This is a five year contract, even if shit backfires, I will never lose the place as long as I'm working! The likeliness of backfire is very short! I actually think I can do something good in there!

... who am I kidding? He's gonna give me Hell.

Weekend Nov 07 - 08

Papers signed, she's mine!