Paid time ends on the 7th! Smeh. Looks like something else to add to the list. So here I am after spending New Year’s Eve playing video games because I didn’t really feel like going out with anyone (my sullenness puts a damper on people, anyway), and a New Year’s Day mainly spent in bed not wanting to rise to deal with the world.
I was going to do that entire comments about friends thing again—but it doesn’t feel right to do right now. Maybe I’m just not in the right mindset right now. What I will do, however, is that random list of things about me that seems to be going around. So here we go.
Alright, so my full name is Casey Evertove Palmer. It SHOULD have been Evertone, but there was a typo on my birth certificate. I’m 5’8″ and about 150 pounds, slightly muscular build, dark complexion, hair, eyes—you name it, it’s dark. I like ninjas and samurai. The entire culture behind it is something that intrigues me. But I don’t like most anime, because it seems too… artificial to me at times (Sorry clare, nikki, nitro)? All the randomness and everything—I’m more of a person who likes his action based upon the believable—like The Last Samurai, or Kill Bill. Pirates are also cool, but not AS.
As y’all already know, I believe that somewhere out there, I have a soulmate waiting to be found. But I’m not ready to meet them—I still have a lot of turmoil and obstacles to pass in my life before I’m “worthy”. I don’t like much of the Internet-speak. I think it only helps to devalue what a person has to say, whether it’s intelligent or not. As for candy, gimme my SweetTarts. They two rolls for a dollar at Dollarama, and I constantly stock up. If it’s chocolate, Ferrero Rocher is king. No doubt.
I like change. Not that there’s a lot of it in my life, but I usually like it when it happens. I like new places and new people. New smells, new tastes. The main reason why I’m often so bitchy is that my life is often so stagnant. Nothing changes much around here, and I hate it. I often get flack from people because I don’t take life seriously enough. I hate being serious almost as much as I hate cleaning the bathroom. It seems like such a chore. I’m so used to being a joker, that I barely know how to be serious.
I look at people a lot. Some people might think it rude to stare, but I like taking in the uniqueness that one person has from other people. I might notice earrings, makeup, the way one dresses—but there’s something about people that draws me to observe them. A good deal of the name-brand clothing I own was bought on sale or given as a hand-me-down from my brothers. They may be younger, but they’re taller and wider. So yeah.
I draw, write, sing, rap, play video games, run, eat, do whatever to pass the time. I get bored easily, so I’m often in the middle of a shitload of different things. Once upon a time, I liked my job. I think the one thing that keeps me there above all else is the fear that I won’t find anything else that pays as well. I’ve been fucking up there, recently, because I haven’t been paying attention. I’ll put in a much tighter effort in 2004, if they decide to keep me.
I’m very far from knowing what I’d like to do when I “grow up”. I’m not the office job type person, as I’m sure you could guess, but I can’t think of something I’d be happy doing until the day I die. I like music in general, though I gravitate more toward rap and R&B, because I just find it pleasing to the ear.
Man, I’m gonna go for now. This is only Part One. Mario Golf: Toadstool Tour beckons. Peace.
–case p.
