The American Overclocked Otaku

Yeah, this is another ketchup post (catch-up..Heh..). I suppose I’ve been a bit lax in my posting, lately; I don’t think more than maybe two or three people actually look at it, but I figure that isn’t much of an excuse, is it? =p

Hm…Well, first of all, I stumbled across something along the line of Magic: the Gathering online (http://www.magic-league.com/). Yeah, I know I keep bringing this game up to people who’ve probably no desire to hear it, but it’s my hobby. =p In either case, it’s given me a lot more experience in playing, drafting, whatever. If you see SixthSeal, tell him Ninshan says hi. ^^;;

On other news, my job kicks ass. =3 I’m taking a break from college this semsester to dig up some money. Y’know, for important stuff; the student loan I’ll be getting, gas, next year’s Otakon, possibly going to Spain with my cousin next year, maybe visiting a few far-away friends…Y’know, bare necessities. Subway’s been awesome, though. Everyone- the assistant manager, the store manager and even the district manager- have been so laid back, it gives me the feeling of being overly comfy. Granted, I’m glad to have the next few days off, but I daresay it’s one of the best jobs I’ve gone into. ^^;;

Hmm…What else is there to say? I could go off on a tangent about Scientology or the duplicity of some people (we won’t name names. <<;; ) or even how crazy my family is. =3 But as it stands now, I really don’t have that much to say. Kinda as-usual, I guess. a.a;;

For the past few nights I’ve had very little sleep.

I feel fine at first; but after sleeping for maybe a few hours, I wake up to find breathing more difficult than it should be. It’s like some kid’s sitting on my chest; no, it’s not painful, but you won’t find me sleeping well with a kid on my chest. And then, after sitting up and being mobile for a while, I feel fine.

But Ninshan gets his sleep. Period. Exclamation point.

So, I managed to fit a doctor’s visit in before work. She poked, prodded, made me uncomfortable, and made the final diagnosis that I’m very healthy aside from being a bit overweight, and my lungs are fine. When I say “a bit”, I mean roughly sixty pounds over what I should be. Apparantly, what she can tell is that when I lay down the blubber in my stomach is weighing down on the tube from my esophagus to my stomach. Acid rises; not enough to cause heartburn, but enough to make my chest feel heavy- and therefore, it feels like it’s harder to breathe. Granted, it’s only an edumacated opinion based on what she can see and what I’ve told her. What pisses me off the most is how quickly this snuck up and bit me in the ass. No, really; I’m 6′2″, and taller with shoes on. I don’t look overweight! >.<

So, the diet starts today. o.o Expect an irate and grumpy Ninshan for a good, long while. At least until I reach my goal..Then I’ll finally have some visible meat on these bones. =3 Not like it wasn’t there before. It was just…Y’know, sleeping. Hibernation. But I go to work whilst running on three hours sleep. Don’t ask me how I remain cheerful and enthusiastic at work when I only have a tiny amount of sleep. I don’t fscking know. But then I cut my finger on the tomato slicer. And the little bastard bleeds. And then I feel pissed, but I’m too tired to get too angry. And it keeps on bleeding for a long time. So then it finally stops, and I get a band-aid on it…But it’s not like it’s going to stick long in the food workplace. So it falls off, I bump my finger, and the thing bleeds profusively all over again.

..Yeah. Work was fine, though, and my finger’s fine…It just stings a little. I’ll be fine, if I can finally get a good night’s sleep tonight. And then I have more work, tomorrow.

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Eh, this is going to be one of those longer blogs. Brace yourself.

Long ago, in a blog far, far away (Blurty, actually. Why’d I make the switch? Eh, that’s a long story in itself, and this entry is going to be big enough..), I made an entry or two about pesos. My grandma works at Goodwill, which means that she comes across all sorts of interesting stuff without my having to go through the backbreaking work to find it (Yeah, my grandma’s awesome. Stubborn as hell, too, but that’s where I get it from. =D). A little hobby I’ve picked up in the past few years has been collecting foreign currency. I guess, in some small way, it gives me a glimpse of someplace I’ve never been but wouldn’t mind seeing someday. It isn’t really fulfilling; I’m pretty sure the only time I’ll be able to play the wandering tourist is when I’m old and gray, and that’s just depressing. Y’know, the chance that I might never even get to experience these places.

Anyways, my grandma makes a habit of sending whatever foreign money comes her way towards me. So, one day I get 100,000 Pesos. Well, we thought this was a pretty damned good amount of money until we phoned the Foreign Exchange and they told us that since it was over a year past the currency change Mexico underwent, it’s worth about as much as it would to stick an equal amount of wallpaper. The guy said that it only held some of its value in ol’ Mexico; so yesterday, my mom mentioned that we had 100,000 to Goose. And yeah, he got all excited; hell, he asked why I didn’t just go to Mexico and have a blast. And honestly, I agreed with him.

But, of course, I was disappointed again when I looked into how much 100,000 Old Pesos were worth. 1,000 Old Pesos = 1 New Peso. 1 New Peso = 0.10 U.S. Dollars, or ten cents. According to my math, that makes the number of pesos I have equal to ten dollars.

..Yeah. Goose is going to be a bit disappointed. =( As much as I was, at least.

I slept until around 11:00 AM or so. Yeah, I’m not much of a morning person. You could say that working at TPH has put a stigma of getting up early that isn’t gonna be shaken off anytime soon. But since I’m working the night shift, that really isn’t an issue, is it? Work was awesome; I met up with another newbie and we made our share of subs. I got to know a bit more of the store and the people I’ll be working with, and all in all I like what I see. I’m sure that in a week or two I’ll be a lot more begrudging in how I accept work (except when it’s pay-day! n.n; ), but for the moment I’m enthusiastic beyond the ache in my legs and the overwhelming urge to just lay down and vegetate (Which I’m resisting now to fill out this entry, obviously).

And as for root beer…Well, I’ve just had two. Yummy as hell, srsly.

Eh…Yeah, I swam for an hour at my aunt’s swimming pool and I feel akin to a drooling vegetable.

But yeah, the first day of work was awesome. ‘Nuff said, for now…Sorry, I just lack the energy for anything else. =(

Y’know, I was about to make a post beforehand. It would’ve said something around the lines of how I might’ve felt better if things didn’t keep coming up to disappoint me. I’d have said I still felt cynical, bitchy, and all-around irked at my life in general and that I’d hope a good bit of sleep would help me out.

..And then I found out that FLCL was on.

It’s funny, how an anime I haven’t seen for years can actually make me feel a little better. Hell, FLCL has six fsckin’ episodes and I only caught the last 1 1/2, and it still kinda uplifted me. I’m still a little cynical, but I’m not brooding or seething or anything like that. Hell, one might say I’m outright friendly right now…And that’s sad in itself, considering what I was frustrated with was close to the heart. So what’s that tell me? Eh…

In either case, I actually put music on my Myspace. Yeah, Myspace is for the devil and I hate it; but seriously, it doesn’t hurt to make it reflect what personality I have ever-so-slightly. But the music is Dutch, which means that I don’t understand a word of it (Or wouldn’t, if it weren’t for the subtitles I read). Furthermore, it’s about a chatroom moderator named “Anna” that some guy thinks is a bot, but turns out to be a woman. Although in his mind, she’s still a bot. <.< Those crazy Dutchmen. I’m sure the world’ll always love them in a non-fag way. Y’know, when they’re not flying. I guess I’m a little weird because it’s 2:50 AM in the fsckin’ morning and I need to get up at 9. But at least I’ll be sleeping a bit easier with my mind taken off the frustration.

..Well, until it comes rolling back at me, again. <.< Stay tuned, kiddies; my first day of work begins tomorrow. Er..Today. Yeah.

Hm..Good news first: I got a job. I’m working at Subway, with paperwork starting tomorrow and my starting a night shift soon afterwards. It’s local, the pay’s better than most of the other jobs I’ve worked in the past, and I get a free sandwich every day.

..Yeah, I know. Fsck-a-doodle-doo.

At the moment I’m in one of my moods. Yeah, one of those vindictive, bitchy moods. The sort of mood where I’m brooding and irate in an extreme that most would rather not see me. =\ But to be honest, I’m a very civil person when I get like this. Nine times out of ten, the mood will go completely unnoticed; and to be honest, that’s how I’d prefer things to be. Talking about it doesn’t really help, and opening up to someone else just means going through a personal and potentially embarassing experience. ^-^ But like the ninja, it disappears as quickly as it arrives. I’ll be fine in a day or two.

In either case…Yeah, I’d like to save up my money with this upcoming job. Aside from next year’s Otakon (I’m going to have the step out of this year’s Otakon escapade; it’s just a bad time for finances right now), Goose’ll be going to Spain next year and I wouldn’t mind going. It’s something to look forward to, anyways. Whether or not I’ll have the money, or if Goose’s family would want me tagging along, or if I’d even want to go at that point is beyond me. I’ve found too often that long-term plans go to hell with me. Maybe I’m just the spontaneous type? I couldn’t say..As it stands now, just smile and wave. I’ll be all better before too long. ;-;

Yeah. I have the cape. I make the fscking whoosh noises. >.<