Wasney's Blog

So, wasting away on StumbleUpon I landed on a pretty sweet site, http://turntable.fm/ Currently its in beta, but if you have a friend on Facebook that is in, you can get in as well. And guess what, I will so kindly accept your friend request, if you put in the custom message “turntable.”

So yeah, facebook.com/w45n3y

Anyways, turntable.fm is a site where people can share music, act as a dj, and interact. Rather cool.

So, school starts in about 2 weeks…still haven’t bought my books, looked to see where my classes are at, or pretty much given a damn about it. I have 3 classes next semester, and looking over them I really don’t want to do any of them. I think I know why people drop out of college. Not becase it is too difficult, but because after taking so may classes it gets to the point that you don’t care anymore. Sure, this will help me in the future and all that jazz but honestly, I would really like to enjoy myself now. Ad with that in mind, I don’t think I am enjoying myself.
I got a talking to at work, and looking at my numbers I se that I’m not doing so hot. Sucks…I truly to believe in the things I sell, its just I have ahard time getting a conversation going with the people that come up to me. Totally different ball game the the Oberlin positions I have been in. In those, people come to you wth Alistair of questions, ad truly want you oppinion. With what I cell now, people don’t get the fact that sure, you may not be spending that much now, but the reason for that is your getting a discount…when you break it you will be paying anywhere from 10x and up to replace it. Its even funnier when they try to justify there thinking…really…come on now.

I didn’t realize this, but I get upwards of 15 spam comments per day…Interesting…stupid fucks.

i’m really not satisfied with my life at the moment, and am completely unsure on what I can do to fix it. several times a day I find myself in a type of autopilot. the other day I had a meeting at work, a quarterly or yearly review or something. the whole time I found myself talking, but it seemed as if I was doing it from a third person perspective. i was giving the answers they wanted (since they agreed with everything) but looking back I have no clue what their questions were, or what any of my answers could have been.

i don’t like this feeling. disconnected.

And regret sinks in, hating drinking with my phone more and more. Where is the undo?