Great quotes: "You are who you are... but then again, changing the packaging might get you laid." -Jeremy Essig.------------------------------------------------------
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Feast or famine, ups and downs. Life is full of it. Being a freelancer, or unemployed is what im doing with my self. The 'Freelancer' is just something I have to say to people I havent seen in awhile who know I got fired. The first thing they ask is "So where you at now?". And I explane to them that im a freelancer doing voiceover work and teaching for ITY. And doing a little housework for my mom for pocket lineing. When the truth is last voiceover I did was befor I was fired and I haven't heard much from ITY. Really I just babysit my sister on saterdays clean up abit and fix my mom's computer wich she grossly overpays me for because she feels bad. Or loves me or something. Also lets not forget im selling plasma witch isnt so bad the first 4 times. First time gets you 25 bucks second 30, third 35 then on your fourth time 45. Then all of a sudden its 15, and it alternates between 15 and 25 each time you go in. Really 15 bucks isnt worth it. but 25 is. You say to yourself "If i just do the 15 dollar one today then wednessday I get 25". Woa yeah the big two five. Thats what you hold out for, the light at the end of the tunnel. 25 smackeroos. But aside from being gouged with a big ass needle and having it suck 2 pinets of life essence out of you, then jet in empty blood back into you. The leftovers, second pick, slopy seconds blood. Other than that its not half bad. You get to sit in a chair with your feet elivated and watch movies. Last time I was there I saw the movie "Bandits" with Bruice willice, BillyBob Thortin and some girl.Well really I only saw an hour of "Bandits" I missed the begining and the end. Once you fill the big jar with two pinets of life saveing fluid you get payed, in cash and you go off woozy on your merry way. The entire thing just cracks me up. If your geting this confused with donateing blood, dont be fooled. When you donate blood you dont get payed, you just get a cookie and some oj and allot of "thank yous". No one says thank you here, the staff all knows we're not here to help the needy. Were here for cash money. You look around and everyone there is a vagrent here to collect on the cash cow that is his booze ridden crimson tubeing. Or looks like they are only here to pay off the bailbondsman. Then doted amongst those cretins is a few people like myself. Lazy, poor and in need of cigaretts.Some of the staff seems like they got into this with the intention of helping people. And somewhere along the line totaly lost any care for the job. And can you blame them? Most of the people there selling plasma, when they talk to a worker remind me of those kids in highschool who couldnt talk to an adult to save thier life. Stuttering, lieing through thier teeth or geting overly defencive over nothing. Like some med-school student who doesnt give a damn is a dictective sweating them down under the light. It was amaseing to me when I talked to them, at first I was shocked. I dont think i've ever met more callus uncareing people in my life. But after awhile of talking to them during my physical I was very polite. Please and thank yous asking how thier day was, A few actually softend up. Probably the only redeaming quality of the entire process. Well that and geting payed. And on the donateing floor im convinced everyone working out there is like a pre-med drop-out. Honestly they talk like gangbangers. I know that the twenty year old guy with a bad mustache isn't a doctor. I just wish he'd at least act like one. I just dont feel great about puting my faith in not geting an infectious blood transmitted disease in a man who calls me "Dog". But thats just me.So I spend the rest of my time, all one hundred sixty one and a half hours a week, free time. Thats allot of time every week to not have a damn thing to do. I find days blending togeter. I'll look down at my grimey hands pecking away at a keyboard and realize that last time I showerd was monday and today was ceartinly not tuesday. At least not for another few hours. I've no idea if these clothes are clean or not. When almost every shirt you wear is a black t-shirt it's easy to forget if this was the one you had on all last week or if its the one that was hanging on the back of your door. It smells like smoke, so it could be a week old or fresh out of the closet. I still usually wear pants, dress slacks and jeans. I think it's to much of a stereotype for unemployed people to sit around in thier boxers all day. But i'll admit sometimes I forget. It's really amazeing how much time is actually in a day. And all the ways you'll try and kill it. But with me im not killing time, It's a full blown war. It's genocide. Im suprised at how well I do at keeping occupyed. Up till now its been playing computer games, flash cartoons and seeing how long I can masterbate without finishing. I got to three and a half hours and it just wasnt worth it anymore. I've been thinking, im floating by just fine with the money Im makeing. I can't really afford to do much. But im not exactly starveing or anything. I started to think about all the great artists,actors and comics who were so poor. And wonder why it seems like poverty is the womb of art. And it came to me today. You can't get comfortable, when you are in a good position its hard to shake yourself out of it and get what you really want. Its to easy to settle for whats safe. Like seagulls who nest near an ally dumpster because its close ans easy. When they might have ended up at the city dump. It's like hitting the lotto for seagulls. All great art, music and comedy isn't comfortable, its not safe. Nothing about a David Lynch movie is comfortable. No joke is funny that doesnt border on some level of offenciveness. Being poor and unemployed has also given me the free time to actually take on projects i wasn't ever able to. Infact im geting back into theatre im in a play. I've written more jokes for my standup sence being unemployed than in the last 6 months of working. And im actually reading and writing more offen. It feel like i've kickstarted my life. Im more motivated to achieve the things I want. Not because I want them, because I need them. Feast born from famine.
dylan's new nickname is:
"Seymour"
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