Fashionable Rapture

Today was probably the most productive day I’ve had in a while, at least the most productive day off I’ve had in a while, ha. Got up sometime around 930, worked out a little, ran two miles, spent several hours cleaning and cleaning out things, etc. I suppose the day went from a normal cleaning day to a crazy cleaning day after I watched some of Hoarders, which I hadn’t seen before. Like, what the hell, man? I can’t understand how someone can live and function when they have 50 rabbits chewing through their home or 2500 rats running through it, or some other ridiculous amount of animals and/or stuff. I suppose I should feel better that my place isn’t like that, but I’m the sort of person that’s spurred by such a thing to make myself as opposite an example as possible.

Nothing of real interest has happened lately. I’ve kind of been looking for a night job, but not really. I had an interview at Buckle last Monday, which is a trendy/expensive clothing store in the mall. Yeah, not my kind of place. I didn’t even expect to get an interview. The day before it I recruited some friends to go with me to help me pick out clothes for the interview and learn what fashion is, or at least how to bullshit knowledge of it. Didn’t get a second interview, but I didn’t expect to, and I don’t regret buying new clothes and getting a much-overdue haircut. I’ve been getting more work with my demo job, so I guess I can afford to not be a workaholic. Also, I want to get time off in August to go to PAX and hopefully also go visit home, so the less jobs I have, the easier that should be. Yeah…

I’m still pretty dead creatively. Playing bass was about the only thing I didn’t do today. I just don’t feel it. It’s stupid. I need to force myself to play, just like I’m starting to force myself to work out more and be more productive. Some people have or look for enablers to further their habits, while I look for disablers. My roommate is good at that, either through directly motivating me, or even just getting home while I’m playing video games in the living room, which gets me to stop playing and go do something productive. He doesn’t ask me to, but it makes me consciously realize I could be doing something better, and thus I bequeath the living room to him so he can watch whatever on Netflix. 

Also still dead inside, and not sure what to do about that. I guess I mostly care because I figure if I stop being a robot I’ll get my creativity back, but it also seems like it’s gone about as far as it can without only being a problem. I’m just running through the paces until it hits me or I figure out a way to revert without regressing. I hang out with friends often, and even more friends are moving into the complex, so that doesn’t seem to help. I suppose I’ll be like this until I find someone to date, I guess.

Yeah, things are pretty much the same. I’m here, you’re here, we’re all still here, doing our thing. I’m not going to make any snarky comments about the Rapture because that’s been done to death. I wasn’t impressed to start with; my money is on 2012. I didn’t even hear about the Rapture until a week or two ago, but 2012 has got movies about it and stuff, so it has to be legit. People seem to think it’ll be a zombie apocalypse. Personally, I’m hoping for aliens, that would be cool. Something creative at least, or even a meteor or something. I’m all zombied out, man.