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Name: Shaun
Location: Canada
Birthday: 9/8/1983
Gender: Male
Interests: brain meats, billards, the river, throwing stuff at other stuff
Expertise: None I care to speak of.
Occupation: Student
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
Member Since:
4/22/2004
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| So I've sorta traded one quasi-evil blog site for another. Facebook is basically just an updated version of Xanga that lets to find people easier. Although I don't find it is conducive to the larger rants one can have here; it still has the option but they are easier to ignore.
As such here goes me rantin'.
I am in an interesting predicament job wise. For the last 5 months I've been mooching off the gov't purse and while I and many others have said how nice it would be to do nothing and get paid for it, I've realized (even before the unemployment really) that no one should really want this. It would be better by far to get paid to do whatever you want to do. That way, and this is the important part, you're doing something. Now I could have easily gotten some junk job answering phones or flipping burgers but I've done that sort of thing before and I felt it was time to expand my horizons. This was particularly important to me since I acquired my degree. I thought here is my chance to find the right job for me and not worry about money all at the same time.
It turns out this was not to be. I begin by blaming myself for getting a B.A. (which contrary to popular belief stands for Bugger All not Bachelor of Arts) in psychology. Don't get me wrong I thought it was a great learning experience and but its not doing much for me right now. There are in fact quite a few jobs that may find my education useful to them. But it is the job experience I want that they need. Its an old complaint but a valid one. My current dilemma is this. Through the volunteer work I've been doing there is the possibility of a job, full-time and its a supervisor position. The problem being its in the food service industry. The other benefit is that it does have a little to do with psychology in that the employees are what they call 'mental health survivors' people who are trying to reenter the workforce after being away for awhile.
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| Holy Russian, monkey love its been a long time since I've written anything on this post. For that matter I had completely forgotten it existed untill I was reminded just today. Which isn't really a bad thing I suppose (or even particularly surprizing) but what it is, is interesting. Even as an adult (legally) it seems that there are still toys that I love for a short time and then discarded after a short while.
If you start to think about possessions in that respect one might wonder if consumerism is a worth while endevor at all. When anything new soon loses its shine and is discarded in favour of yet another possession, what's the point of it all? This is no better than walking down the street while picking up shiny rocks, only to discard them when we see the next one down the road. Some people would even argue that its worse because of all the extra energy one has to expend in order to aquire comercial products.
Not me though! I love possessions. I have CD's that I don't listen to, books I'm not going to read ever again and games I don't play. And you know what? I'm not stopping anytime soon. There's that pretty new Nintendo system out there and I wants it. That's the point of money; getting stuff. If we didn't want new and shiny stuff the barter system would still be in place. I mean hell, some of the first 'money' was just shiny metal and stones. Think about it.
I've also just realized that since it's been so long since I've posted anything there is a good chance no one will read it.
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| Basic updates:
-I was in Florida, and it rocked (beads and rope baby).
-Thesis happened and I kicked its ass (take that higher education).
-School is nearly done and I may never have to do it again (refer to last parenthesis).
But more importantly Boozefest, a celebration of alcohol and all its glory, is taking place at my house on April 22nd. Prepare yourself for a hedonistic expolsion, the sort of which can only truely be experienced in my basement. | | |
| Will Ferrel is the funniest Nazi I have ever seen.
Also how does this represent a chicken? A CHICKEN!?!
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| Johnny Cash pimped out Pepsi? Weird. | | |
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