The Goldfish's Logbook

It’s been awhile since my last update. Not much has been going on, but here’s a ( quick re-cap )

That brings us up to this week. Mmmm, kinda grumpy ATM, mostly due to work. I’ve just gotten to the point again where I’m fed up with it. Between working these out-of-town jobs, spending my free weekends in Dallas with Courtney, and a few rare days at home in Austin, I’m starting to really feel like none of those places are home. I simply don’t have the patience for this routine anymore. I haven’t made much/any progress on my job change; I’m rather stumped on what I might want to do besides this. I was going to go see a career counselor this weekend, but I’m stuck in Wichita Falls once again. I’ll be going soon.
Hobby-wise, I’ve been very irresponsible about cosplay since A-kon. I was making some serious progress right up to the con but in the month since then I’ve been dragging ass. It’s hard to buckle down and focus when I keep bouncing from place to place. (Or maybe that’s just an excuse.) In any case, I’m ordering myself to get back to work. Tokyo in Tulsa is just a week away and I can finish if I get serious about it. While I may or may not be able to attend due to my fickle work schedule, I’m going to work as if I CAN GO, until I know that I can’t. Even if I can’t go, at least my costumes will be that much more ready for Dragon*Con, which is for damned sure going to happen.
I feel like I’ve been missing out on friendships and other social fun due to my work commitments and personal choices of how I spend my time. That’s why I’m so intent on attending things like TnT and San Japan, conventions that I otherwise wouldn’t be concerned with. They’re rare opportunities of quality time with my peoples.

So, we’ll see how things go . . .

The holiday weekend was pleasant. Sure, it was boring at times, unproductive, and a bit of a hassle, but it was good to have a break from my usual routine, like not having to fix every meal for myself. Yeah, the perks were mostly mundane. I don't know if it was worth the effort of going all the way down there; it was a 4th like all the others. Go spend too much money on fireworks during the afternoon, eat dinner at some chinese restaurant (since all the "american" joints are closed for the day), throw fireworks at my brother, catch the lawn on fire, burn my mom's hair, then retire to the house when all the ammo's spent, stinking of smoke. Thankfully my mother wasn't as pushy as she normally is. Typically when I come home from outta town or whatever, she makes me make the rounds and visit all the relatives and "catch up". Or go to the bbq, birthday, quincinera, graduation, bridal/baby shower, or other random family event where they're serving chicken, rice, and beans. And sometimes potato salad. I'm not the social chatterbox my mother is, so I've never enjoyed these forced familial outings. Maybe I should just make like the other men of the family and start drinking as soon as I arrive, just to take the edge off. This time around, I was able to get off the hook with a minimal amount of wriggling.
Ah, but everyone seems the same. It's been six months since I was last home, but everything's the same. My mom's gained some weight, but I didn't dare tell her. My bro's getting geared up for college with the typical freshman zeal and anticipation. He'll be attending a school just an hour from me, so we might be able to hook up occasionally. That would be fun. My dad, well, he's still doing his thing. He busted me on not calling him once these last six months, but heck, why would I want to talk to him? My comfort level is inversely proportional to the amount of contact I have with the man. Of course, I didn't tell him that. As if I could ever tell him such. Egh. I'm gonna stop talking before this subject sours my attitude.