Last night at Work

Made a bunch of money off of a guy who manages DJ's in LA named Andrew. He was there with one of his cash cows, Kimberly S, who played mostly the same stuff I hear at S4 every night, excepting a few tracks I actually owned. That very comment made to a friend was what got he and I talking originally.

End of the night rolled around and he wanted me to come back to his hotel room at the W (there's always one), and I politely said it wasn't likely, but I did want to stay in contact with him. A connection in LA is not a thing to spit at in the party scene/DJ'ing department, and he wasn't a bad looking guy.

Listen to me. I sound like a stripper.

Truth is my moral compass hasn't gone that far polarized yet, but with a few new places I'm planning to check out for dancing, it's probably not far off. Problem is when I get with these guys one-on-one my inexperience in the male escorting department is going to show, because despite all of my learning and experimenting I still haven't the slightest idea what guys like, how to pleasure them, and more importantly lead them on, etc.

I also failed my second test today, one for Sociology of Culture, which is a relatively easy course. I've simply not been putting my nose to the grindstone and studying, instead I've spent the last few weeks fucking about in the house, watching movies, feeling sorry for myself, and being completely unproductive. I think at some point I just started to feel overwhelmed with everything I have lined up, and threw my hands up in the air at it, saying "Fuck you, sort yourself out."

Now I've got two shitty first-test scores to show for THAT brain gem, and a LOT of catching up to do. Last day to drop is October 3rd, but I can't drop now because I've promised my dad that I'm walking in May, and if I do any chance of that is out the window. I'd have to do 19 hours in spring just to pass. So in short, I'm fucked. But I'm used to being fucked. I'm so used to being fucked, in fact, that I believe I've developed a nervous condition as a result.

I hope I've developed a nervous condition as a result.

I went to the doctor on Wednesday for an incessant chattering that occurs when my teeth are close together. It's about twice a second, click click click click. I was pretty sure that it's not normal, and freaked out on google with results that turned up Parkinsons, brain cancer, and other lovely diseases and issues.

The doctor, also the head of staff for the school's clinic, told me he'd never seen anything like it, and said that I could either wait and see if further spasming occured in my body, or I could spend thousands of dollars and go get an MRI or PETScan done.

Yay! Lack of resolution with a foreboding potential outcome! I love this game! :D

So maybe I'm stressed. Scratch that, I know I'm stressed. I've even decided to start meditating again, now that I've got the house to myself most of the daytime my brother Adam isn't around). I've felt my stress bits deteriorating as I've dominated one sphere after another in my massive cleanup of the wreckage left over from the breakup in June. I've almost got my house in order, all I need is to get rid of my bedrooom set and get a new bed and dresser, and finally remove the TV from my living room and put a real work desk there, along with some non-TV conducive furnishings and arrangements.

I wish I'd never let Meredith talk me into getting cable. I love watching my favorite shows, but it's not worth the money or time-suck that it's become in my life, again. I want to turn it off, but my brother doesn't want to not have cable, so now I'm stuck with it until he moves out.

I have no idea when that will happen, incidentally, but we're doing pretty good with sharing an 817 sq ft house. He's a really considerate roomate, and doesn't have a problem with working on small house chores during the day, since he's not doing anything else with his free time right now.

I'm going to close this MASSIVE rant out with a laundery list of things I want to buy when I have money again:

1. A decent road bike (Mine got stolen at burning man. Yeah, I know, way to go hippies. Gift culture does NOT mean gift yourself someone else's property.)
   
2. Running shoes (Mine literally have holes in them now)
3. A desk for my living room
4. A desktop computer (I manage to break every laptop I buy inside of a year)
5. Some decent speakers
   
6. an MP3 radio adapter for my car
7. Ableton
8. Torq
9. Get my turntables and CDJ's repaired

-Sean