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Name: Warren
Country: United States
State: California
Gender: Male
Interests: The Bible, Praying, Fellowship, Girls (tee hee), Theatre, Martial Arts, Gunplay, Girls (tee hee0
Expertise: Wise-cracking, one-liners, making people feel welcome and awkward simultaneously, Being sucky
Occupation: Student
Industry: Non-profit Sector
Message: message me
AIM:  warrenleezy
Member Since:
1/14/2003
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| Interesting. Interesting. My mind is my own prison. Every day I get on to Craigslist to see what I can see. Every day I see jobs that I don't really want to do or have no experience in. I'm useless with just a Liberal Studies degree. I need to have some kind of grad school. I feel the situation is really hopeless. But then, I get comments like "Warren, you're really very funny." This was in response to an impromptu speech I gave at AACF large group. Or, "why are you so talented?" This from one of my best friends, who is really talented himself (as long as he's not smoking the reefer). These kinds of comments boost my spirits, and interest me in what I could be doing. Why not make people laugh for a living? But how? I don't know of any open mike nights, and my camcorder's broken. Also, I have a lot of 'ums' and 'uhs' when I speak. Why? I think it's because my mind's a tumbly jumble. Something in there (could be a tumor?) is making my concentration poor, and my memory weak. If I can overcome these obstacles, maybe I can be like my ultimate hero, Rex Navarette. He uses his comedy to entertain and inform his people.
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| Yes, I'm still in debt. Yes, I still work at the parking lot where the
job is chill but so is the pay. I'm just not sure I'm ready to join the
rest of the grown-up world. There are still some liberties I enjoy and
some lines I will not cross. I will NOT do retail. I enjoy not having a
set schedule. I enjoy only having to deal with unreasonable customers 2
out of the requisite 6 days in a work week. I will not cross the line
of being financially in ruin into the realm of building credit or
equity.
To make matters worse, the only thing, the one thing that makes me get
up in the morning, my camcorder, is broken. It has fallen into a pit of
moisture damage that it will not recover from. Yes, my non-DV
camcorder is giving me the C:31:32 message of death. It detects
moisture where there is no moisture. The internals and the tapes are
still immaculate!
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| Oh man, my student loans are due: $530.94. My car insurance is due:
$600.00. My tax return is $488.00, and add that to the $300 I have in
the bank. So, I have to start making some interesting decisions. Do I
pay insurance, or install a clutch first ($750)? Do I just throw in the
towel and sell the car? Blue Book for the MR2 is $340.00 in it's
current condition. What do make? Well, let's see: $9.36 multiplied by
11.5 hours, and I get paid only every other week. You do the math,
because I can't. Yikes!! I'm in big trouble. Meanwhile, things aren't
lookin' too good on the job front. There's nothing I feel confident
doing. And, at my past job interviews, the employers could tell I was
apprehensive. So, I keep running up against the dreaded "We'll call
you" line.
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Well,
I'm sitting here doing nothing at all. As the title of this entry
indicates, I'm living La Vida Veggie Tales: not a cucumber; not a
squash; not a tomato; but, a couch potato. The only thing is, my dad's
telecommuting from home, so he nags me at every chance he gets. So, I'm
actually currently broadcasting this entry of the Warren Show from the
San Francisco State University computer lab (a privilege that will
expire pretty soon). I did a preliminary Google search on what I can do
as a Liberal Studies major, and it does not look good. I can be a copy
editor, a realtor, or a creative writer, and I can make ONLY $30k per
year. 30,000 per year? That's only enough to cover rent!
Only
problem is, I never learned how to write. That's right. I can't compose
a coherent paragraph worth anything. I can't argue a point using a thesis
and supporting points. I can't even write a convincing cover
letter for my resume without sounding condescendingly smart. I love using semicolons in
the wrong places (;) and my grammar is tremendously backwards. I can,
however, bring up useless bits of knowledge that my friends don't even
know: Gilgamesh was an ancient Sumerian warrior king, and not just a
summon creature from Final Fantasy 8
   
I'm scared, guys."I don't wanna be broke when I'm 31."
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| As you can tell, I'm not one of those "Type A" personalities. I'm a Type B, characterized as being creative, and the opposite of the Type A stress junkie. I stress alot, but I'm not attracted to it. I attended a workshop aimed at preparing me to become a credentialed teacher. I was unpleasantly overwhelmed. First of all, I can't apply for the credential until February 2009. Then, I have to take a battery of tests (CSET, CBEST). Apply to both the credential program AND the SFSU grad program. Then, I have to spend at least 45-50 hours in the classroom. Ugh.
Then, I have the clutch to worry about.
Then, I have to pay back my student loans.
Then, I have to find a part-time job that's retail; which I'll probably hate. I just wish life had one of those bells that the Navy Seals have. You know the one:
When Navy Seal prospectives have had enough of the physical and mental punishment that is meant to separate the wheat from the chaff, they ring a bell, set their helmets next to a row of others who rang out, and to quote some new tv/cable/phone service provider: leave, put the cards on the table; you don't have to go home, but you can't stay here.
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