Category: All Day, Every Day

Alabastard

I was pretty shocked that the Apple store just replaced my beat-up 12in G4 Powerbook with a brand new Macbook. I’ve been busy the last few days replacing all of my power pc programs with universal ones and spending a great deal of time playing with Parallels Desktop for Mac. I had it all set and ready to go until I realized that I don’t have anything that needs to run on Windows so I scrapped it all. I even found this really cool script that lets me use my Blackberry 8100 Pearl as a bluetooth modem.

The only downside to my new MacBook is that my PowerBook (Long-Dong Aluminum) had a Superdrive and Alabastard has a standard combo-drive. But the fact that I exchanged a 3 year-old piece of obsolete technology for the new hotness, easily helps me get over it.

Things have been fairly stagnant here at Phillybred.com mostly because I’m finding it more and more difficult to sit in front of computer nowadays. Ironically I work in technology and sit in front of a monitor all day. My days have been filled with 3:30am wake ups, long work days, ibuprofen, Sickie-Deez, pledge sessions and early bed times. And not only has all of that caught up with me, it has surpassed me and lapped me twice.

So within the last few days, I have yet to speak to my mother, not because I don’t want to talk to her, just don’t know how to go about it. I’ve also been getting the house ready for the winter which only led to more problems like my washer blowing up in the midst of doing my whites and trying to get my cub appeal together by raking up falling leaves to only have twice as much leave fall the next day and various trash from my next-door neighbors. Been trying to eat out less and cook more, but I guess I should attempt to put food in my fridge so I would have something to cook. And atlas the gut gets bigger and bigger. But none of this has gotten me down, since I really don’t have any time outside of work and fraternity to dwell on it. Actually I don’t have much time period, I’m sure there are some folks who I’m pissed off by not calling.

Speaking of calling folks, I when out of my way to go and get the new Blackberry Pearl, which I love by the way and I barely talk to people on the phone. I guess it’s another situation where my inner-technophile beat out my common sense. Yes, I admit I don’t use the common sense I was born with but isn’t admission the first step of recovery.

So I’ve been really incognegro as of late, some of it is because my HR Department at work is aware of my site, the various work on my teeth leaves me worn out, high medicated and half-sleep most of the time and I’ve been feeling really fucked about making my mother cry the other day. So the last ten days have been a series of low blows and I really need some encouragement.

I Know I’ve been kinda absence from here but I needed to extend my time away from the computer. But I’m back and definitely have things to share. Plus I’ve decided to utlitize the dead space call Yahoo! 360, so check that out in the near future. And there’s a specific reason why I’m not direcylt linking to it, but that’s one of the stories for later.

So where have you been Tony? Simply put, when I’m not at work I’ve been sitting at home, dodging phone calls and playing video games. I really wish I say that I was out being productive but it is what it is. I’ve become more accepting that my life is slowing down. I tend to go out less (even though I didn’t go out that much to begin with) and I look to hang out with folks who think that sitting at home is not a bad thing.

After the debacle with NIPSCO, I really needed some time to collect my thoughts and with subtle urgings from my mom (who thinks I’m severely depressed), I started to see a therapist. And it’s been good to get some things out in the open and trying to come to term with things from my past. Without getting into specifics, I’m slowing learn how to forgive, realized how much I cut people out of life and admitted that I am very confrontational.

So I’m working on making a better Tony, spending time with my Pham and button-mashing my way through Mortal Kombat Armageddon but I’ve haven’t gone anywhere and I don’t plan on going anywhere anytime soon.

Hey Dirrty, baby I gotcha money…

I’m currently in a much better mood, given that my issues with my bank are long from being solved. What happened was on Tuesday the 19th, I was online using my bank’s (First Financial) bill payment system to pay my NIPSCO bill (rehashing the end of this post), and I made a gross over-payment (like $2300 gross).

So I can deal with making mistakes, how use would I learn but the bill payment system didn’t give me a confirmation screen to verify my numbers and by the time I got any notice it was too late to do anything. The frustrating part was I didn’t have $2300 in my checking account to cover a payment that big yet it still clear. Also, my NIPSCO bill wasn’t anywhere near $2300 and they wanted to act like I was trying to steal from them when I asked for a refund. I literally had to bend over backwards, while blowing the CEO of NiSource and juggle 5 bowling pins to just so they could call my bank to see whether or not the payment would clear the bank. So after being told by my bank that with the bill payment systems, all funds are cleared regardless of balance (red flag), 5 minutes later they told NIPSCO that funds didn’t clear my checking account and the gas company denied my refund claim.

It seemed that everyday there was something new that would turn me into a ranting and raving lunatic, plotting and scheming, planning on doing some shit that might have me doing a stint in jail. If it wasn’t for my mother calling me everyday, this entry would be coming straight from Lake County Corrections.

So after a week and half of callbacks, threats of litigation, a couple F-bombs and a few CSRs called bitches, the fix is in-motion. Of course I have to wait 2-3 weeks for a check from NIPSCO, and I can’t go open another check account becasue I’m now in Chex Systems, I’m feeling better.

I actually anticipated less of a fanfare for my birthday, but maybe I’m being a pessimestic dick again. Anyway, I’ve been been in a general funk the past week, and not only becasue of my birthday (which I have every right to be pissy about, its my party and I can cry if I want to) but also because the amount of energy I seem to be lacking.

First things first, I stopped putting any consderable thought into celebrating my birthday. Since the last time anyone put any effort into acknowledging it was here. The same thing goes for holidays as well. Maybe the cause is I never got that toy I wanted as a child or maybe I’m just jade from years of disappointment, either way my past birthday was just another Tuesday to me, nothing eventful happened. Even though, my mother, my father & step-mother (both who I haven’t spoken to in over a year) left voicemail messages and some of my frat sent some e-cards, I didn’t feel like being bother and went to bed fairly early so I could get some rest. Secondly on a somewhat related topic I would like to announce that sex is not a proper birthday present. If you were offering me ass last week simply because it was Thursday, why would I think it would be any more special on my birthday? Lame or maybe I’m being an insufferable dick again.

Speaking of which, I’ve decided to keep it in my pants since I’ve been suffering though what can only be described as being bored with sex. Granted I’ve haven’t had any in some time, the general concepts and unoriginally I’ve encountered have pretty much turned me off. Oddly the need to expand my Collection and have relations with the wifey have not cease. I was told that matching blisters on my hand and penis isn’t a cute look.

Been spending some time, hanging out with a some very cool individuals. I thoroughly enjoy their company and one in particular, I’m starting to feel something for them. I find myself looking forward to Wednesday where I would go to his place to watch TV (my cable non-provider doesn’t carry certain channels), have dinner and just chill. We have completely different ideolgies, yet I see where a lot alike. And while its easy for me to put all of this out there, I can’t really say it to them since I don’t want to rock the boat. Why does being emotional suck or do I just miss thinking with my dick?

I’ve come to the concensus that I’m a Grade-A mooron. As I was paying my NIPSCO bill through my bank online bill payment system, generally not paying attention to what I do with my money, I submitted a $300 payment to go through on the 29th of September (i.e. my next payday). Unfortunately the ‘2’ I used to change the date ’19’ into ’29’ didn’t go into the right box. So not checking the form before I hit submit, I sent in a payment of $2300 to go through on the 19th. I honestly think that my dick has a bigger brain.

I need to be off the ‘Nigga-net’ for awhile and collect my thoughts.

My Birthday Gift To Myself

It’ll be exactly a week until my 26th birthday. And I’m sitting here, quarter to six in the morning at work, wondering about things that I want for my day but I know I definitely cannot have. Birthday’s suck.