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Name: Steven
Country: United States
State: Arkansas
Metro: Searcy
Birthday: 12/12/1984
Gender: Male
Interests: 80s music, classic rock, physics, B-movies, cryptozoology, the paranormal, serial killers, video games, superheroes, reading, that Internet thingy, rambling on and on and on...
Expertise: Useless trivia, remembering the tiniest details, fear, mispronouncing words, agno-atheistic deism (yay for made-up terms!), serial killers and other evil people, evil in general, outsmarting others...
Occupation: Assistant Professor
Industry: Education
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
MSN: azraelkain@hotmail.com
AIM:  DrScientifico
Yahoo:  DrScientifico
Member Since:
12/10/2004
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| Dearest Readers,
I haven't been able to socialize for over three months now. Work isn't satisfying in the least. My 24th year is winding down, and I have nothing to show for a year that is supposed to be great for me (12 x 2 = 24 after all, and 12 is the greatest number ever!).
Really, there's no reason why I haven't taken my savings up to this point, moved to somewhere nice like Seattle, and disappeared for a while. I've earned it.
But deep down inside, I won't let myself earn it. In a world gone to shit, someone's got to take responsibility, to sacrifice and give everything.
Granted, it makes no sense for me to take on that responsibility, especially since I really can't do anything for the world, but guess what? I've gone mad. There's no sense to be made.
Hell, even I can't decipher what I just wrote. This is why a blog is a bad idea; people expect words, so you write and write and write, when a simple "I'm miserable" would do.
Your wordy friend,
Stevo
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| Dearest Readers,
I swear to God that I am about to put some hypothetical boots up some hypothetical asses. Why is it that Batesville, AR seems to be the epicenter of awful drivers? It doesn't help that every major inlet and outlet to the city is being worked on so that traffic is absolutely Godawful. Gah!
Until next time,
Stevo
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| Dearest Readers,
It appears I have the job. I just have some paperwork to sign on Monday, but come Tuesday, I will
- teach introductory physical science in class
- teach introductory physical science lab in class
- teach trig-based physics online
in addition to my current introductory physical science classes online. I may also teach an electricity class next semester.
Woot,
Stevo
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| Dearest Readers,
I may have a full-time job now, but what is more vital at the moment is the crater in my lip that came out of me biting it twice. It didn't bleed as much as it should.
Yours,
Stevo
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| Dearest Readers,
I've been home a month, yet it feels like only days! Mainly, though, that due to me not doing anything of note. However, I do have some random anecdotes!
1. Somehow, despite me being a packrat, I cannot find several of the collectibles (read: action figures) I have accumulated over the years. Now, this wouldn't be too big of a deal, but dammit, some of them had sentimental value, and at least one of them had a cracked out story associated with it. Note to person who sneaks in my room to steal my stuff: I will find you and cut off your balls.
2. In the process of cleaning my room, I did manage to find a mixtape I made for myself years ago. Considering it contains Mark Morrison's "Return of the Mack" AND OMC's "How Bizarre", it would probably be best to erase it.
3. I had a job interview the other day at Arkansas State University - Heber Springs. $30,000+ a year, benefits, and it basically amounts to tutoring for a living. I kinda hope to get it, mainly because I have no better idea what to do at the moment.
4. I recently became addicted to Amazon, mainly through using the various merchants' shipping guideline as a game. It was just so satisfying to see how much crap I could get for a fixed price so that the shipping would be dirt cheap! This is how I added nearly two dozen Star Wars collectibles (read: action figures) to my collection for like $4 a pop. I need more of a life.
So, what's new with you?
Yours,
Stevo
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