Month: October 2012
I thought these were funny. Better get used to them, it doesn’t look like they’re gonna stop any time soon.
Edit: They stopped really soon.
After 10 years of calling myself a DJ, I finally made my first mix. Check out BattleStations1 and let me know what you think. Hopefully it will be first of many =)
I failed at life. Couldn’t find a job for 4 months, put out over 120 resumes, had friends say they can hook me up with jobs and they fell through, walked into all the stores around my apartment, nothing, not even a callback. So my rent was 1800 behind and another month would of put me to at least 2500 behind, and there’s just no way to swing back from that, unless I miraculously got a job for 20 bucks an hour, I’d just be behind for the rest of my residency at that apartment.
So I moved home. A small town of 2900 people. A real backwoods kind of place. But the people are nice, if not slow, and fat, and ignorant, and farmer-y. Hunters who like to drink a lot of beer and watch the ol football game every sunday. Farmers who drive their tractors down the roads at 20 miles an hour. People with the most boring, insignificant stories you could possibly think of. But somehow, I enjoy it, at least a lot more than I thought I would.
The Twin Cities are all fast and crazy and have people who are cooler and better than everybody else. If you can’t help them get ahead, they don’t want to waste their time talking to you. The girls have heard every pick up line in the book, know how to play guys out to get what they want to get ahead. If somebody comes up to you and is really nice, asks how you are doing today, if everything is well – they fucking want something, or they want to sell you something. Nobody is that nice down there without there being a catch.
The people up here may be half-retarded because life is so slow all the time for them, but at least they are Genuine. If they ask how you are doing, they actually want to know how you are doing. It’s really strange! The girls are really nice as well, not that shady shit that I’m used to from them down there, or they don’t want anything to do with you because you don’t make 100,000 a year. They haven’t slept with 200 guys by the time they are 20, or have 10 guys they date until one manages to stand out above the rest enough to make the girl want to exclusively sleep with them. I guess less options for them up here mean more options for me. Let’s face it, I worked in a gas station for the last 7 years, and, although I do do a Lot of shit outside the gas station, they only looked at what I did and instantly deleted me from the list. Yes, I did date a few girls down there, they were ok, but it just never worked out. Country guy and city gal, they just don’t really mix that well. I’m not super outgoing and always keep the conversation going and always have something exciting that I want to do. I’m laid back. I’m easy going. I don’t really care what I do. If I go somewhere, I go somewhere. I’d like to travel, but I really have no sense of adventure, unless the group of friends I’m with has a sense of adventure, then I’ll tag along. I’m just as content playing video games all night on a friday night as going to the bars and partying hard. I’ve partied hard. Trust me, I’ve done my share. I don’t really have the need to do it every friday. Maybe every 7th friday, but not every friday. I just don’t care. Plus, I just didn’t care for most of the people I met down there, they all seemed fake, or cooler than the last cool person you met, who was cooler than the last. Everyone tries so hard to stand out down there I just didn’t even want to bother to try standing out anymore. So I stayed in. Every night. Because it was a lot more fun hanging out with myself than hanging out with a bunch of fake, supercool citiots.
Up here I’ve already met a ton of nice people and even a couple cool girls. I put in an application on thursday and got a job that friday. I got another job a week later. I’m living at my mom’s, sure, but I’m not paying for anything, she cooks awesome meals, and buys me things that I wouldn’t normally have the money or means to go out and buy down in the cities (license is suspended, relied on bus lines to get to places.) Every cent I earn is Profit! Yes I can rant all I want about how girls only care about money, but in reality, my life is a mess – why should they take on all that baggage. I can’t drive, I couldn’t find a job, I smoked way too many cigarettes, my teeth are in pretty bad shape, and I am in up to my neck in boiling hot debt. I am lucky to have this “time out” where I don’t have expenses at all, or very little at most. I’ve already done more in the last month of living up here to better myself than I have done in the last 5 years. I’m getting my shit together. And it seems I’m in good company whilst doing so.
So living in a small town isn’t so bad, who knows – maybe I’ll stay? Nah, I don’t think so. But I’ll at least (relatively) enjoy my time I have to spend here.