I Hate Physical Labor / Civvie Blues

So two weeks ago I finally said goodbye to the olive-green and put on my civvie shirt. Naturally, I should be ecstatic, jumping around and shouting in glee that I'm Free!

...Except that now I have a job and it's basically physical labor in a pre-fab bakery stuffs factory where I spend 90% of the time with a dust mask and earplugs, doing work that I don't like and don't want to do, just to earn that minimal wage of two doughnut holes per light-year. Fun, right? This almost makes me miss being in the army... just a tiny bit almost.

And, as always, I do nothing squared about that big gaping hole where my DnD activities are supposed to be - you know, having a weekly session with a fun and lively group of like-minded nerds people? Blargh, every time I think about it, my procrastinating self disgusts me... and still I do nothing about it! Ain't I awesome?

Well, at least I have me some games to play... that is, really old ones, cuz my laptop is so crappy it can't play even games from a decade ago without lag, unless they are simple ones. So back to them visual novels and ancient JRPGs for me!

At least Sengoku Rance works properly... I have a feeling something is wrong with me if seeing Rance yell about his "hyper weapon" while... doing stuff... makes me laugh every time... not that I care.

Procrastination Is the Bitch

Last post I had a stroke of genius to make a flag that would attract some geeks to my cause - playing D&D. It was an awesome idea that would get me a group within a moment of me showing up on the street with it - that's a moment after the complete eradication of this thing called self-dignity that I never really had.

Except, bumbling fool and procrastinator that I am, I never got around to the practical portion of the process.

Thus, I am still without D&D in my life.(and making characters with DDI Character Builder - the warez version I have installed on my laptop - every half an hour since it's easy and I don't have a better way to spend the time, doesn't really count)

I officially - for the umpteenth time in my life - declare that I need a spine. Not that carrying something that would label me as a nobody in the radars of 99+1% of the people around scares me or something... no, really, it doesn't!

As a side-note, I have been accepted into the Computer Sciences course/faculty/whateveritsnamed in the Bar-Ilan University. Considering the fact that I didn't break a sweat studying for and making that Psychometric Exam and that others need to make brick-sweating-levels of effort for the kind of grade I got, that gives me a decently good reason to be smug about myself. Except I know that, being the lazy ass that I am, I am likely to get kicked out after the first few months due to not doing anything that has remotely anything to do with studying. Understandably, this makes me somewhat less than ecstatic about some minor fact like being accepted - surviving is the hurdle for me.

And this sums up the first blog post that I've made that has a real, non-joking rant in it. I hope that in the future, I will know better than to rant in a blog that no one reads.