I Like This Music.

Wed, 02 Dec 2009 09:16:06 GMT

I'm still in food service. I'm back in my somewhat cushy Barista position. For the most part my customers are awesome and I'm making decent tips.

Yet I'm still going stir-crazy. I'm still all pent up and jaded and unfulfilled.

I come home every night and Maresha is either passed out or damn near it. My social life has fallen apart. Working Evenings is easy but rough in the sense that I can't find extra employment and I basically have to resign myself to a completely fucked up sleep schedule.

I feel like I've come to the point in my life where I have to make the final decision of what the fuck it is I'm going to be doing for the rest of my existence... I've got plenty of options, being as multidisciplinary as I am, which would be great if I could just figure some way to tie them all together.

I've found myself better equipped than I thought I would be at this point without a focused BA or BS. I've a better art setup than just about anyone I know, including people who make their living in the creative fields. I've got sculpting and casting technique, but no time or space to work in.

I've been thinking about going further in my education, but so has every other schmuck who has graduated in the last year. I foresee a great surplus in those with Masters degrees, and with little to no direction on my part, I just can't see myself digging myself that much into debt without some sort of endpoint.

It seems like in this world, the people who succeed do so not due to what they know, but who they know, and I know very few people who are willing to give me a hand out or job offer.

Goodnight.

Wade Zarosinski-
Ah, to sleep, perchance, to dream.

I'm at work: on lunch:

Fri, 23 Oct 2009 03:05:18 GMT

And two things: I'm at the Pizza Hut.

I'm at the Taco Bell.

I'm at the combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bell.

Also, I'm hyper-caffeinated.

Wade Zarosinski-
Back to work work work.

Mon, 25 May 2009 22:06:50 GMT

Oh man. Quite the uneventful memorial day. We've been cleaning our apartment and playing with the bunnies most of the day.

My PC went tits up again... something happened when I updated the video drivers. Now windows won't boot up. So... yeah. Computers.

So yeah. Been working full time. Been trying to get D&D sessions together when the group has been available.

Also... I've had enough of television, but there's very little else to do right now... I can't tell you how many times I'm inadvertently drawn to watching "Guys on boats with crabs."

Cancun in 20 days. Graduation in 18. Gooo team.

Wade Zarosinski-
GET BACK HERE BUNNY!

Mon, 26 Jan 2009 20:44:06 GMT

Wade Zarosinski-
About sums up what I did this weekend.

Wed, 14 Jan 2009 05:06:42 GMT

So I love candy canes. But i hate when you get em down thin and they have those bubbles inside that eviscerate the tongue. Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.

Wade Zarosinski-
BLOODTONGUE IS BRUTAL!!!

Sat, 10 Jan 2009 10:29:05 GMT

So i've got class at 9 tommorrow morning... I try going to sleep tonight and at like 1:15 in the morning, this semi cab turns on its engine outside our apartment, and just lets it run.

I think it's still on.

Since when did residential areas become truck stops? Is making loud noises late at night okay as long as there are only medium density apartment buildings around?

Why the fuck is it not okay to assault the fuck out of something so inconsiderate?

Wade Zarosinski-
Knew he should have bought a crowbar when he had the chance...

Tue, 16 Dec 2008 17:06:34 GMT

My back is freaking killing me.

I felt that his was great enough to post.

Mon, 15 Dec 2008 17:51:36 GMT

http://thefutureofourworld.ytmnd.com/

Wade Zarosinski-
COMMENCE WITH THE WATCHING! SCHNELL!

Wed, 19 Nov 2008 18:37:28 GMT

YARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.

Wade Zarosinski-
That is all.

Wed, 05 Nov 2008 05:33:54 GMT

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSsssssssssssssssssssssssssssss....

FIRED UP!

Wade Zarosinski-
Ready to Go!

Tue, 04 Nov 2008 02:50:46 GMT

Hey. You. internet. My PC works again. This means I need more music.

Give me targets to fire upon with my pirate cannons.

Wade Zarosinski-
Comment now please.

PS, i'll post pictures of my Cobra Commander costume when Maresha gets home.

...

*edit* You guys, Facebook has already given me about 60 artists and albums. Come on.

Sat, 01 Nov 2008 15:45:49 GMT

If anyone did not get enough Halloweening in last night, and you are in/around Vancouver, My parents are having a huge shindig at their house in Salmon Creek. it will be big. there will be drinkings. and bonfires. and costumes. Like me dressed as Cobra Commander.

If you're interested in attending, call me at 360-909-7574

Wade Zarosinski-
*yawns*

Thu, 30 Oct 2008 17:20:20 GMT

So I'm currently stuck at home because I have no car keys.... and after looking at what's on the schedule for today's class... I'm almost okay with that.

Wade Zarosinski-
Buses are for chumps.

Mon, 27 Oct 2008 21:14:30 GMT

It feels like there is not enough time in the day/week to get the things done that I need to do.

Also: I'm able to write in the text field of Livejournal better than any other input method that I've been exposed to. This may partially be due to the fact that I cannot find my copy of Office. it is hidden, deep within the bowels of my apartment.

Yeah.

Wade Zarosinski-
OH WAIT THERE IT IS!

Sat, 25 Oct 2008 08:01:16 GMT

So, my lovely grandmother (Grandma Z) finished the main piece for my Halloween costume... It's perfect. Will hopefully post pictures soon.

Wade Zarosinski-
Yessssssss.

Mon, 20 Oct 2008 03:31:39 GMT

Yeah. It's on.

Wade Zarosinski-
BRING IT!

Totally not cool.

Tue, 07 Oct 2008 04:03:34 GMT

Last night, Could not sleep.

Today, unending turmoil.

Now, it's sleepytimes.

Wade Zarosinski-
Oh, and y'alls crazy.

Fri, 03 Oct 2008 05:19:34 GMT

So I'm taking a break from homework to pop into the intarhub.... My class is intense, but i seem to be doing okay... I need to keep on top of things, but so far everything is understandable and do able.

also: I need a new/different backpack. carrying a huge chem book is killing my shoulders.

Also: new motherboard, and ram.

Also: 300$ more in books.

I switched into a chemistry/ecology/geology program. I'm hoping there be decent employment on the horizon.

Wade Zarosinski-
...goes in search of pain killers...

Thu, 25 Sep 2008 07:54:15 GMT

So: after a long bit of work followed by a couple days of running errands, I decided to try something I've been meaning to do for a while...

Get back into a bit of journalism...

I'm not going to be doing a whole lot, but I will be having my first meeting with the paper tomorrow as one of their potential Page proofers. I'll be scouring for grammatical errors, ill punctuation, Name-mishaps and general wasted areas. I may be coaxed into writing a few columns and/or strips.

I figured I needed to do something with my wednesday, and seeing as the office of the see-pee-jay is very close to the Art Annex, I will never be too far away from the forge.

I also hope this will get me writing again, drawing again, and generally not wasting my time as much. I plan on actually being at school a lot this quarter.

Twenty Credits with side projects... Here I come.

(IF ANY OF YOU WANT TO GIVE ME DRAWING SUGGESTIONS, I WOULD APPRECIATE IT VERY MUCH. Once my PC is usable again I'll need things to draw with my Wacom... and I work better with instruction.)

Wade Zarosinski-
I'm sure that I can do it if I just put my back into it.

Wed, 10 Sep 2008 07:48:24 GMT

All the stress in my head just kind of popped. I've been in a pretty poopy mood due to the crazy events of the past while, but everything is starting to smooth out and organize itself. I'm currently fairly broke, but change is on the horizon, and I'm finally back to a solid 40 hour work week. 40 catering hours is just about the finest way one can get paid for serving food to hungry residential advisors. So things are looking up.

Also: thank science for my Union, getting me a livable wage up in this biznatch.

Tuition moolah is incoming, people who owe me money are paying me back, and I'm about to hopefully get rid of some of my possessions in exchange for cash or good kharma.

Also, as I have yet to mention on here: My bronzes turned out very well. I'll take pictures of the rough bronze sometime tommorrow. Keep in mind that they have not been trimmed, ground, buffed, sandblasted, textured, polished, or treated with patina. They have a long, long way to go. But they exist.

I'm thinking it might be sleepytime.

Wade Zarosinski-
Oh, astral plane, please bring me many ninjas upon which I can distribute wanton slaughter.

Sun, 07 Sep 2008 19:21:05 GMT

Curses!

* Each blogger starts with ten random facts/habits about themselves.
* Bloggers that are tagged need to write on their own blog about their ten things and post these rules.
* At the end of your blog, you need to choose ten people to get tagged and list their names.

1: I frequently tear my own toenails out as to prevent them from growing into my own flesh. I'm sure I could get labeled with all sorts of craziness by stating this, but self-surgery is cheaper and less painful that the alternative of letting an in-grown toenail develop, having to pay a doctor to tell me I have an in grown toenail and subsequently send me to a specialist who will carve the shit out of me and force me to pay him for that service.

2: I have latent aggression issues. the kind that make me state "Don't make me angry, you wouldn't like me when I'm angry." Only instead of turning into a green monster I tend to land blow upon blow on the soft, fragile areas of my aggravators. Usually I am able to keep this under control, but there are certain people and situations that which cause me to fill with a deep, righteous rage. In many cases I don't get physically violent, but I do get mean on a psychological level. It is highly unlikely that I react this way towards anyone on my good side... so don't get on my bad side.

3: As to avoid being able to scratch through my skin and in order to prevent staph infections, I bite my fingernails incessantly.

4: I dislike most people. I hold grudges easily, and unless I've found some reason to make friends with someone, they stay in the realm of idle-chit-chat. The moment someone goes into my negative feelings zone, they'll know it, because I switch on my "intimidate and destroy" functions... see #2. Once someone makes a bad enough impression, they will remain in this area forever, as there are 7 billion human beings on this planet, it's not hard to find a replacement for one dipshit.

5: My brain works a lot better when It's jam packed full of stimulants. Unfortunately the best ones are controlled substances, and the cheap ones fuck you up after a while. While I can get things accomplished unaltered, while altered I could get a few weeks worth of work done in an evening, and it will be done fantastically.

6: I am a closet nudist. There are just so few clothing options that are actually comfortable.

7: I have deep, unresolved trauma regarding hypodermic needles, specifically the kind used to draw blood. I would rather assault a health care professional than receive an injection of any sort.

8: I like old movies better than new movies. Hello Dolly was awesome. Watching old films with Maresha is awesome times number one.

9: I do not own a gun (even though I'm a very good shot), but I do horde an obscene amount of hand-to-hand weaponry, some of which I've made myself. I have not ever had a chance to use any of it on any living creature besides a few random arachnids. My apartment is not one in which someone would want to trespass.

10: One of my main habits is my internet addiction, specifically regarding webcomics. Like, now it's to the point where there aren't enough regularly updating comics that are actually entertaining and not filled with stupid (Ctrl-Alt-Del is full of stupid) but once in a while i'll stumble upon something great that has a huge archive and I'll read the whole archive over a couple evenings. It's way cheaper than buying comic books, let me tell you.

Um... I don't know who to tag. If you're reading this, assume I've tagged you.

Wade Zarosinski-
I should probably eat as to not lose any more weight (I'm at 168 right now.)

Wed, 03 Sep 2008 18:43:15 GMT

So much shit to deal with right now, and all I seem capable of doing is doing dishes and pacing, between calling people for emotional support.

Since monetarily Livejournal is less than therapy, I will try to document what's been going on, and I note that events are much more dramatic than what I make them out to be, as my current mental state is all sorts of out of wack.

Maresha and I moved back in together around late march/early april. at this time, we needed another roommate to survive over the summer. She suggested "J" who i will name suchly as to not have to actually type out said individuals name. J is from california, a friend of Maresha's from a long way back, whom she's known longer than any of us up here in the great PNW. She had reconnected with J during a brief visit to Cali during early spring.

J had fallen on tough times, due specifically to a drastic transition that she was going through. As such, and since Maresha desperately needed a room mate to survive the summer, Maresha suggested that J move up here to Olympia, to be said room mate.

With this: Here is a humorous video starring Bill Murray:

CONTINUED:

So for the first couple months here, Maresha decided that she and I could "float" J until she could find a job and start paying rent. At this time, she had a very nice car and what seemed to be a great resume, so we weren't worried. She would borrow Maresha's laptop in order to "check for job listings" and whatnot. It quickly became evident that she was going to cause problems, as she was not looking for a job but constantly on myspace for the first month and a half. At this point, Maresha confronted her about not finding a job (and not looking) at which point, our browser history indicated she began to take the job search somewhat seriously.

This is when the first big issue happened. J has a thing for military men. Specifically Army personnel. Our residence being in close proximity to Fort Lewis, she would often take trips out there to meet with men who she could have met by no other means than myspace. After one of these trips, her car disappeared from around our apartment. After not seeing it for about a week, and seeing J start walking, we assumed and confirmed the worst: Her car was towed at Fort Lewis, and due to a conflict with her mother, she would not be able to get it out of impound. At this point she was not employed.

So we freaked out. This was back in April or May, mind you, when Maresha and I had plenty of school left on our plates.

About a week later she informed us that she had been hired on as a manager in training at Hollister. it would be good to note here that before she had moved in she had bragged incessantly about her financial aptitude and how she was a sure fit for a financial banking position. She of course did not keep looking for employment after getting the position at hollister, but we didn't care. She now had the ability to pay rent. We were happy....

Except once you enter into the equation all the other bullshit we had to put up with. Specifically: fatty ate about 150% of what Maresha and I consume together. And for a while it was all our food and our groceries, and to this date she never once offered to go to the store with us or offered to pay us back in some sort of monetary fashion.

Next piece of bullshit: The random military men wandering drunk into our home at all hours. This was of serious concern to me, because I knew I would have to be the one on security detail, and was of concern to Maresha because she doesn't feel safe with random strangers in her house who may or may not know the gender status of the "girl" he walked in with.

These major issues went on during the whole summer, during which we found ourselves without ample employment. I went job searching and in the one positive piece of all this crazy, J got Maresha a job at Hollister, without an interview. Maresha could have easily landed the job on her own, as she's got stocking experience and whatnot from Target, but the speed in which she was able to find a second job (where as, as a student in the fall, i had much more difficulty) enabled us to survive the summer.

This worked out well for a while. We still had major issues with J, and it became more evident that she cared less and less about our concerns. She went out about every night, would come home at closing time, wait to make sure Maresha and I were in bed, and then raid our foodstuffs, always without asking.

Then one day at work, Maresha noticed that J hadn't been around for a while, that she hadn't seen her at work for a few days. This is strange because the MITs at hollister work about 50 hours a week, so chances were that they should have run into each other every time that Maresha worked. Upon asking one of the other managers about J, she made another discovery: J had been fired about 2 weeks before hand, and had been hiding said fact from us. This was in the beginning of August.

From the gossip machine that is the mall retail environment, Maresha heard many reasons for said termination. Many arrows pointed to a history of sexual conversations on the job, near-harassment type behaviors, drug use at work, illicit and inappropriate phone conversations, and the more concrete charge of manager-employee mingling. J of course denied the more harsh charges, but after some detective work on Maresha's part, we had our doubts about her trustworthyness.

Two weeks ago, Maresha asked if J would have rent for September, as she was not working, and she had been out about every night, and we all know how expensive bars can get when they're a nightly habit. She insisted that she would.

One week ago, Maresha asked J if she would have rent for september. She insisted again that she would, that she just got a paycheck, and that she had a job lined up to start soon.

This was all bullshit, obviously. We figured as much, and on the 31st, Maresha demanded rent in the form of a money order, as to avoid the chaos that would ensue if a bad check was used for our rent. J did not see this coming, and pulled the "the banks aren't open on labor day, so I can't get a money order". Maresha countered this by suggesting she go to an ATM and pull out cash. That didn't happen.

So: yesterday was the boiling and finishing point, the all important climax. This is an entry two days in the making, btw. Thank you livejournal for saving drafts.

For the most part, Maresha had been dealing with J's actions, basically playing good cop. Giving her leeway, pointing out information she knew to be BS, but acting like she was giving J the benefit of the doubt. After monday, We knew that we were going to have to go to the bank with J in order to get our money. It was no surprise to us when the bank informed her and us that her account was in the red.

Upon this discovery she began spewing falsehoods, such as there were people who owed her money at Fort Lewis, that her estranged parents were sending her money, all from what we could tell or care, Lies.

As she walked off with cellphone in hand, Maresha and I gave her the favor of bagging her shit up in garbage bags and moving it to the front door. We paid Septembers rent ourselves, and discovered that J had never filled out or turned in her occupancy papers, which in our minds, meant she was living there illegally.

Maresha then went to work, taking her car. I was at home, knowing that it was no longer Good Cop time. it was Bad Cop time, and I now had the chance to funnel 5 months of frustration directly at a deserving target.

The chance did not come. Very soon after Maresha went to work, J walked in. She looked at her belongings in horror, and stated "I could have done this myself". I replied: "That's nice. We did it for you. Get it out of here and give me the money you owe us. Now." She stammered "B-b-but I don't have..." At which I cut her off and said "Then you better go to the bank. Now."

Upon this time, Maresha's Parents were coming up as our ace in the hole. Jordan is the co-signer, after all, and Jenny watches a whole lot of Judge Judy. I was lucky that they arrived the same time J did with the police officer she had lied to, which means I had the upper hand.

J lied and said that I had not let her in the apartment, and that I had locked her out, which was bullshit, as she had a key and let herself in. She then said I blocked her from entering the apartment, which was bullshit, as I was standing in the back door. The cop slowly came to my side after I exposed her bs, but also informed me that because she had established residency she had a legal right to a 20 days notice.

Not really something I could fight with my normal brute force tactics, so we retrieved the necessary paperwork, and upon retrieving her belongings she signed away her rights to those 20 days via a waiver.

Her attempt to get us in trouble with the apartment complex by informing them of our pets failed miserably, as I informed them that they are all caged animals, and the only furry ones live on linoleum. We're not being charged a pet deposit.

We have emerged from this conflict less than wealthy, but victorious. It feels good to rid ourselves of that cancer.

Wade Zarosinski-
Please do not fuck with the Wade. He has been known to shank a foo.

this is maresha....

Thu, 28 Aug 2008 00:13:40 GMT

HAPPY (belated) BIRFDAY HENNIPER LOPE!

wade and i <3 muchly squared and think you are marginally okay! *thumbs up*

EDIT

ps

monkeycat

Thu, 21 Aug 2008 07:02:19 GMT

BRONZE REPORT:

So, every main, large piece I made filled out. Some needs some repair work, some needs some patching, but it's all there. This really, really surprised me. What didn't surprise me was the amount of flashing that occurred.

Not all of my rings turned out, it looks like, but most did, some look upgradeable, some look outstanding.

The pair of skulls that I handsculpted last second did turn out. They need a lot of finish work, but that's what the shop is for.

Unfortunately the shop aide is out of town so no metal shop access this week. Sorta bummer, but I'm trying to be patient and just let the bronze soak for a few days to get rid of the remaining face coat and plaster.

The plaque is really one of the coolest parts, though. I'm going to level off the raised surfaces, polish the cherry blossoms to a shine, and before all that patina the relieved surfaces a deep, aged brown.

My Cthulhu idol turned out excellently. There's going to be a lot of polishing and patina before it's done, though.

Two belt buckles seem to be a success, they need a little repair work, but only on the back hardware.

.... and yeah. pictures once I can get the vent-work off.

Wade Zarosinski-
Rockin', rollin'... Heavy metal.

Mon, 18 Aug 2008 04:22:40 GMT

So I just finished pouring my last batch of bronzes. Pictures up in a few days, perhaps.

Wade Zarosinski-
Writing about the past seems so boring with so much future to think about.