…then I remembered Atlanta Traffic and quickly snapped back to what I was doing…

It feels good to be back, and it’s only been one day.  Looking back (I’ve said this plenty of times before)… I’m not sure why I left!  I’ve got a nice relaxing day today before I get into anything… but knowing me, I won’t wait much.

I look forward to going home to finalize my plans to come home.

PS: Thanks to Christine for this link:
http://kotaku.com/5037975/parents-let-kid-drop-out-of-high-school-to-focus-on-guitar-hero

• Keep your mouth shut while you’re ahead. (and recognize you’re ahead)
• Listen to what somebody else has to say.
• Have patience.
• Acknowledge there might be something going on that, while not more important, is taking momentary priority over you.

Course, I’m starting to notice that no matter how many times I truely hope these things happen… they don’t…

*sigh*

Shit like that makes me so infuriated that I want to kill politicians who want to save these fucking retarded people.  You don’t refinance your home every year, you do it every decade.  This isn’t sad, it’s fraud.

Then, after the financing scam they seemed to have been running, it seems like they are getting paid to move out instead of sued and kicked out.

This some BULLSHIT!

Then something else pops up and I start thinking of that instead.

Vicious Cycle… huh?

Somewhere along the line in the last 8 months I’ve had a mostly recurring daydream that I won the Lottery.  Having only played the lottery probably 3 or 4 times since the ripe old age of 18, I’m not sure why I’d start now… or even dream of it.  It’s a fun distraction for a day or 2 if you buy a ticket… but, deep down, you know you’re going to lose.  But the dream kept coming, so I went and did a little research over the last 8 months and was kinda surprised what I found:

1) That humongo 50 million?
That’s in installments over the next 30 years here in Florida… you have a Cash Option (which 90% of winners take) which gives you roughly half the winnings.

2) so now you have 25 million?
More  then 50% of lottery winners experience a condition referred to as SWS (Sudden Wealth Syndrom)… since they never had money to begin with, they don’t know how to go about spending it.  MORE then 50% of lottery winners take less then 5 years to return to “Ground Zero”… or worse, it drives away their friends and family who become money grubbers and they’re left alone, with less then you started with.

3) You’re now public scam target #1.
When you win the lottery they will give your name and City of residence (but not address or Phone #) to any 3rd party requesting it.  Your 25 million in cash is incredibly savory to many scam artists and people looking for investment capital (who may or may not be scam artists).  Almost 10% of people who win jackpots over 10 million are chased down and buy into “Get Rich Quick” schemes… even though they just got rich about as fast as they could…

4) Your the life of the party?
Your friends, family, random people… they want to be your friend… they want a chunk of the action should you meet your untimely demise.  Your will, which previously included your 5 year old dog/cat, maybe a house, and your car, becomes a golden tablet.  You’re a meal ticket waiting to croak.  There are even stories of family members hiring hitmen to have the winner offed so they can collect… shiesty…

5) So now you’re affraid of your friends and family?
Congrats… you’re alone.  Can’t buy family, and you can only rent friends.

SWS is a depression apparently.  You didn’t have it before, you don’t think you deserve it now, and nobody around you has it… you begin to wonder if that’s right and slip into a depression.  There’s a mediocre Wikipedia article on the subject, but I’m lazy and not looking it up.

One winner of the largest lottery to date lost the most important thing, his granddaughter.  She spent her (rather lofty) allowence on drugs weekly, $2000/week… that’s alot of drugs.  When he cut her off, she was found in a gutter.  He was arrested several times for drinking and driving and apparently public violence things… and that $198 million in cash (yes, that was half the jackpot)?  A decade later it’s all gone… and he wishes he had never won it in the first place.  He did spend some money to do good things originally… he built a few churches, cleaned up a bad neighborhood… but I guess it eventually consumed him.

Very sad.

…I’m done…

not literally backhanded me, but in that uber fun verbal sense that only friends really do for you

So now that we’re past that step I need to start making steps on this side of the court… otherwise I’m actually going to be physically sick from the levels of bullshit I’ve recently had to endure… which I’ve already felt the physical press of to be honest, I was just trying to ignore it…

rarely do I talk about my dreams (the actual ones that involve me sleeping), but last night I woke up in the middle of one that was just weird and remembered almost every detail.  There was some sort of yellow octopus (with 7 legs) who could walk like a spider/octopus mix on land, it’s legs were like 6 feet long each… it would hide in canopies and drop down onto unsuspecting things underneath it… for some reason I was under it with somebody, it came down and my leg got caught in it’s grasp, as I was trying to pull away it changed target from the person it was holding to me and crawled up onto me…

I don’t know how, but I actually, physically, reacted in real life and slammed my head into the headboard.  My leg instantly developed a cramp.  And I was then in pain on 2 ends of my body.

Fun dream huh?

In any sort of other news this is basically my last day in PA.  Time to go home to Florida for a very short time before I reverse direction and go to Atlanta for abit.

That’s fixed now.

Expect more blogging in the future.

…end of line…

It’s mostly because of dad at this time… but there are other reasons as well.  This trip, aside from causing massive stress, probably was the final blow to my relationship with Christal.  I stick by the decision I made, for better or worse, because that’s what I do.  But I guess I’ll always wonder.

I’m ready to accept just about any deadend cubical job at this point.  If anybody forwards one to me, I get accepted, I’m there.  I don’t even care much for location of the job itself, I’m pretty willing to move ALMOST (I stress I won’t move to just) anywhere.  Atlanta would be great… definately, without a doubt, first choice… but I’m pretty open to suggestions for anywhere else.

…wtf?  he got in a car wreck… who cares who he’s voting for?