In Mass, to the Isle

 In case anyone cared, there are a few legitimate reasons why I haven't updated any of my accounts that once upon a time had some...eh, somewhat to rather decent content on them for many months (Tumbr, my other questionable Blog...).

I am at a trade academy, a one by the name of Job Corps. Ignoring how bad the reputation of such an institution of its standing can be, my experiences have ranged from "not half bad" to "where the fuck is my axe?", which I would use, if only I had one (but even if I did, it never would've passed security, but, oh, you know...wishes and such).

The good news? I've finished my culinary trade in less than six months—I left in June, finished in November—and with several people believing I'm on the road to success (ignore my opinion on this). The somewhat good news? I'm going to be going to another Job Corps in Rhode Island, or so I am told, to progress to advanced trade. The not-so-good news? Well, there's a bit of a list to that...but to sum it up, I'm not looking forward to at least half of this upcoming endeavor. Not. A. Bit.

Shockingly, I've made two people I can call, by my extensive and often contradictory measures, friends and one is already in RI waiting for me. "Waiting for me", rather. The other just left from visiting CT with me for the holiday week and is going to miss me dearly. And I her, since she's like a little sister...which I've always wanted...

Other than that, there's nothing else to report. Work on Project DV has come to a depressing halt, once again, and I'm not even working on the little monthly updates for it. I'm going back to MA in about nine days, then hopefully off to RI in about two weeks after, and to me, my life is still looking bleak and emotionally painful.

But I won't go down that road again; that's for another time. Normally entries like this are for my other blog to begin with, but...ah. We all know I can't keep anything I put online worth anyone's time or my own wasted efforts.

I can only hope that by the end of 2015, I have a few of many things off my list of "things that will definitely make me happy" (a completely revamped laptop, a real digital camera, a cool, matching wardrobe, my own apartment, a good, happy-making job...). Because right now...I'm not looking forward to 2015. I hate new years like you have no idea...

I hope to spit some nonsense after this to keep everyone entertained. This is just an update.

AO3 & General Update

Yo...and lo. I...finally got an account on Archive of Our Own...except...

..I just realized I have nothing to upload.

Like an idiot.

...I realize I often join sites like AO3 because in my mind, I do have things to upload. A plethora of things to upload. But when it comes down to it...no. No I don't.

For crying out loud.

...In other news, I'm playing an MMORPG called Tera Online. I really like it.

Ehh...I'm currently staying with my father and brothers because my dumbass roommate done fucked up. In a nutshell. So when the locks are finally replaced and her ass is kicked out...I'll return to my apartment.

Still won't have any internet so...I need to rectify that...

I've worked on my wiki a lot in the past month. Well...not since I moved in with my father and brothers, but...Lots of work has been done regardless.

...Eh...so I need to get back to work on my personal things...Logos, stories, the usual bit. I pretty much just live for the weekend. I'm also coming to realize that I'm becoming those people who stay in all the time and play video games and such...only leaving to get food...and work, in my case. No social life...

I pretty much spend all of my other money on GaiaOnline. Tera will be next, no doubt...or at least a gaming computer after getting internet...

...My mom is here, too. My brother lost his iPod yesterday...

...Yeah...

Already, this is shaping up to be...a warped repeat of last year...

2014

Yo and lo. As it is known, I barely ever have anything to talk about. And when I do, it's nothing positive. All boring shit.

I assure you, this entry is no different.

...Fourteen days into the new year, eh...

So here's what I plan or would like to do for the year 2014...

• Commit internet suicide via The Blaqueboxx Texts...
• Have fun with said Texts; I don't have a reputation to defend...
• Go the fuck to Job Corps and/or just get the hell away from home
• Save my fucking money
• Perhaps start focusing a bit more seriously on the developmental side of Project DV?
• This includes making images...
• If the Job Corps/school in general idea fails, focusing on jobs and stuff
• Try to keep in contact/reestablish contact with my three friends
• FUCK UP MY MOTHER. FUCKING. ROOMMATE.
  SOMEHOW.
  SOMEWAY.

And honestly, that's it in a nutshell.

I keep telling people, I live a very boring life. If you can call it that.

Right, so what's this internet suicide thing, you're probably wondering, right?

That is, if anyone is reading this at all...

Committing internet suicide, in my definition, means to do something to stupid that your "reputation" online is ruined. Probably forever. And even if you change, no one will forget or forgive you for said stupidity from the past. 

Well...at the moment, I don't care about a reputation...I'm just bored and need to find some way to entertain myself...So if what I plan on doing ends up being internet suicide...well...I don't know. It depends on what happens, I guess.

If anyone really is reading this far into this stupid blog, here's a head's up. This new blog I'm making...It isn't going to be "nice". It is going to be heavily opinionated, unbelievably uncensored, entirely unnecessary, and will only exist because of my boredom. It will not, however, be a "troll" blog. It's just going to be ME, uncensored. The real me. I really don't know what, exactly, I'm going to do with it. I have some things in mind, but...

...whatever...

...I'm bored...sad...dreading...longing...

Another year, another waste of time.

...I'm not trying to incur the wrath of Karma, but...all that can make this existence of mine any worse is losing someone I care about or having something horrendous happen to them.

And I know one of the two will happen, eventually.

So I wait with bated breath.

Happy fucking New Year.

Hope yours is better than mine.