Diary of the Aruetiise

It’s weird how having a blog kind of makes me feel guilty if I don’t post things to it… that feeling of neglect is something I have a hard time with, regardless of if it’s a human being causing it. I felt the same way about my Star Wars: Galaxies account for quite some time. It’s not that I didn’t enjoy playing the game, it’s that nobody was on and playing it just kind of felt like a chore. This doesn’t feel exactly that way, because I want to chronicle my life in whatever ways possible… I’m just a very busy and important person.

Ok, well, I’m busy anyway.

So, I’m still working at my boring-ass university job. I’m still not ever going to get promoted, but at the very least I’m going to collect some good certifications pretty soon… so, there’s that. I’m not a police officer anymore, which kinda sucks… I enjoyed that work, but legitimately don’t have time for that kind of thing anymore.

I got rid of my Police Interceptor. I absolutely loved that car, but I was getting like 12MPG with it… not cool. I am now the proud owner of a 2007 G6. Fast little bugger, it is… plus it’s got a remote start, something I’ve been willing to sacrifice my left nut for all winter.

The house is really coming together nicely… the girlfriend will be moving in within the next several months… less than four months, now. At that point, I feel that this will truly be home for both of us. I’m really looking forward to it. Hopefully, once she’s up here we can find her a decent job. I’m going to feel like an asshole if she ends up working at McDonald’s or something. The fact that she’ll have a Bachelor’s, I hope, will eliminate things like that from the running… but, you never know. I just want her to be happy, and the very last thing I want is for her to regret moving up here. I will do everything I can to ensure we live happily

In other, less personal news, I’ve decided that I hate the iPad. I hate it more than I hate most things. You see, I already have an iPhone. The iPad is like taking that… making it bigger… and taking away its ability to make phone calls. So, less portable and less useful. Oh, and a couple hundred dollars more expensive. Fuck you, Apple. I’ll be picking up the HP Slate when it comes out, thank you very much.

The dishwasher is going, and it’s broken. Instead of drying/shutting off, it just stays in rinse mode until I turn it. But, it’s all the way in the kitchen, and I’m in bed. I want nothing to do with prying myself away from the warmth of my bed (reduced though that warmth may be…). Blah. Guess I better, lest I waste a bunch of water or something.

Also, I really want to watch a bunch of Star Trek: TNG right now. Is that wrong?

Nighters!

Talked to the Love today, about our respective pasts. It made me really thing about things.

I often regret my past. I regret the number of women I’ve been with, I regret the actions I took with them… I regret that I wasn’t strong enough to wait until I found the right person. But… it’s valuable, having a past like mine. I know now what’s out there. I know what kind of person I don’t want to spend my life with. I know several archetypes of women I don’t want to be with… and I think I’ve found the one who I’m really compatible with, really supposed to be with.

In short… my past ensures that I’m not left wondering. I don’t need to wonder, because I know. Wondering is what destroyed my marriage. She wondered, and exlpored… they call what she did cheating. I’m over it now, have been for months… and I’m glad it happened, because she wasn’t right for me. The person who I truly consider the love of my life has a past, too. It’s not as extensive as mine, not by a long shot… but it’s enough so that she’s not left wondering, either. It’s comforting knowing that we’re both just happy with each other… and that’s all.

I’m happier than I’ve ever been, and I think I could give anything to maintain that. I truly love this woman, and I don’t have to wonder if she feels the same.

Nighters

I stayed up until 5AM this morning playing the Star Trek Online beta. I’m absurdly tired. Also, my love will be here this weekend, and I am looking forward to it. We’re making a home here, together, and it’s everything I’d hoped it would be.

That’s all

I ran Ethernet through the new house today, and I literally split one of my nails in twain. It hurts like a bastard. So, I’d like to extend a heartfelt apology to every woman I’ve ever mocked for being upset about damaging a nail. The shit hurts.

Also, huzzah for fast Internet!

I would just like to point out that, unlike pretty much everyone I have ever known, I love Comcast. Seriously. They are the shit. My Internet is retardedly fast, my HD service never gets inturrupted, and their customer service is very responsive… when properly interacted with.

AT&T, on the other hand, can blow me. Even their cell service. I have to make all of my calls twice because of the high drop-rate on them… it’s like my reception just disappears for like five seconds and comes back. UVerse can also blow me, since I can’t sit through an entire VOD movie without the sound cutting out any time the screen goes dark. Oh, and the forced usage of that awful 2Wire router can suck a dick, too.

All this having been said… I think I’m ready to give Verizon another try. It’s been many years (10, I think) since I’ve had their cell service, and now I just want something that works. I will miss my iPhone 3GS terribly… but the Droid and the NexusOne look fucking rock-solid.

Blah. Needed to rant/vent. Venting complete.

Well, I’m finally moved in and settled down in the new place. It’s crazy, but this is the first time I’ve lived alone, ever. I don’t even have my dog here with me (though he’ll be here tomorrow, finally). It’s lonely, but it’s mine. Plus, the love will be here in less than two days… I can’t wait for her to get here.

I have an Einstein poster hung up above the couch. I know she won’t like it, she told me as much. In some weird way, though, I feel like because I hung it up there it’s some kind of interaction with her despite her absense.

Work is pissing me off. Again. They are delaying my training until the next fiscal year because apparently I’m so Goddamned important that they can’t do without me for a week per month for the next four months. Instead, we’re gonna wait until JULY and then fucking spread it out over the next year or more.

Assholes.

Now I’m angry, and hungry. I’m going to eat something, and go to bed.

In summation, my work sucks…

… but thinking of her still makes me smile uncontrollably.

Nighters.

Townhouses are for assholes, we’re getting a house. I’ll have the keys at noon tomorrow, and should be all moved in by Friday.

Still, as awesome as it is, nothing feels like home without her there…

… soon.

I’m going to have one!

Signing a lease on a townhome for the next year or so, long enough to get a bunch of certs from my current employer… the girlfriend will be moving here when she graduates… life = looking really good.

That is all.

Pretty much how I’m feeling.

I just want to see her… I just want to be out of this house… I just want to live on my own terms.

I can’t.

It blows several donkey dicks concurrently.

And it sucks, because I want to express these things to her, but I can’t. It doesn’t help just telling her how much I miss her all the time, but it’s there.

I could play PC games… but my desktop is all the way over there <points to a desk that’s roughly five feet away>. I could play them on my laptop, but my mouse is all the way over there <points to a bag that’s under the desk>. I could play my 360, but it’s all the way over there <points to a house that’s 1,299 miles away>.

I’m still waiting on the fucking center caps for the wheels on my car… I ordered them on the 3rd of December and have yet to receive them. This causes me irreparable sadness each day I come home and do NOT see a box from UPS sitting on the front porch.

My room is freezing cold, so I will retreat into the relative safety of my blankets, meaning I don’t feel like typing anymore.

Night!