Update and my lack of original titles

It rained today. Which was gross. I really hate weather. Can you tell I spent a lot of time in California? Yeah, any kind of weather is gross to me. However, the awfulness of today can not dampen how amazing my weekend is.

For one thing, I didn't have to job hunt. That sort of makes me amazingly ecstatic. But also, on Saturday I got to see Theresa and Anya. I think I mentioned that in the last post. Them, me, and my mother all saw I am Number Four, which for a PG-13 movie had a ridiculous amount of people under twelve in the audience. But hey, that's how things go I guess. It was an okish movie. I just liked hanging out with people I know that aren't exclusively my mother. They may have a ten year age difference on me in each direction, but Theresa and Anya are pretty darn cool. Ok, so Theresa has a mouth on her and Anya follows suit, but they're both ridiculously intelligent, practical, and generally nice people. And I think I've been pretty lonely since I've moved out to D.C. So I watched a cheesy movie with people way out of my age range and it rocked. Sue me.

And Sunday I ushered for Shakespeare in Klingon. Which was pretty much Star Trek meets Shakespeare meets Linguistics meets awesome humor. And I like all of those things greatly. And Stephen Fry was there for a documentary for the BBC. I frickin love Stephen Fry. The only really bad thing about Sunday was that I swear I was followed home. I mean, I didn't see anyone and so far no one's tried to murder me in the shower. But I felt like there were eyes on me, you know? I think I creeped out a cute asian boy who was walking near me because I kept looking over my shoulder. Poor guy.

Oh! I can't believe I forgot to say this, because this is totally important. You know how I used to babysit Anya? IT'S BACK ON! So even if I am a lost cause who never gets a job, I can look after her. That will give me some money at least. And she's an independent sort, so really I'm just somebody of legal age to be there in case something weird happens. It pretty much translates to more laptop time.

And everyone knows I'm cool with that.

I feel awesome!

So, while I haven't really been saying it I've been having a bit of an issue with slowly sinking into a giant pit of awful depression. But today, I got out of that and I intend to stay that way for a while. Why? Well, because I actually did stuff.

I know, that sounds silly. But it helped a bundle. Accomplishment is the best pick-me-up known to man. Finally being able to access your bank accounts is probably also up there. I had been agonizing over my account issues for a while, but I fixed them today. Which is completely awesome. And I applied for a couple more jobs which will hopefully hire me.

And I talked to Theresa

I guess I should probably clarify that last part. You see, I used to babysit a kid named Anya back when I lived in California. Her mom Theresa and my mom were friends, as well as friends with another mother of a girl I babysat. It was a whole social circle thing. However, Anya and her mom moved out of California a year or two before I did. Guess where?

That's right, D.C.

Given that I am completely incapable of being friends with people my own age, I hit it off pretty well with both Theresa and Anya. So when I moved out here, I sort of looked forward to seeing both of them. I haven't yet. But in my wave accomplishment I actually called Theresa's number. We're on for Saturday, and I'm excited. Yes, I'm excited to hang out with a ten year old girl and her mother. It's gonna be awesome.

P.S. while I'm not normally careful with changing my friends' names, I took the time to do so for Theresa and Anya. Why? Because Anya's ten. David and Bryan are not only ridiculously common names, but they can take care of themselves. And really, I don't feel like I even need to tell you that it's not their real names, and yet I am. Go figure.

AJ's search for gainful employment. Or any employment.

So, I have been posting really short little blurbs lately. And I would probably feel really bad about that if there were more than five people who read this thing. Or even just five. But as it is, I'm really not sweating it. Although I do feel the need to explain myself. Mostly it's just been that I've moved to a new place and I'm trying to adjust and mom and I are hanging out ALL THE TIME lately. Which I don't really mind, because she takes me to happy hours and buys me drinks. But it does mean I don't have much time to randomly spout out thoughts to the vastness of the internet.

I have also been looking for a job. Which will be interesting to say the least. I'm not a bad employee or anything, but the whole application process baffles me. And I suck at interviews. Like, I applied for Bucca di Beppo's the other day and...

Actually, let's try something different! I'm going to write a script about this.

Manager: So, have you ever worked at a resturaunt before?

Me: No.

Manager: (doesn't looked thrilled but continues with the interview) What are three of your strengths?

Me: Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh.....

Manager: We can come back to that. What are some of your weaknesses?

Me: Uhhhhhhhhhhhh.....

Manager: We can come back to that too. What do you look for in a job aside from money?

Me: Oh lots of things. Like, I look to find a place whose philosophies I agree with. And a place I'm familiar with, and is friendly, and I can get a job where I can focus a lot. That's a strength of mine, I can focus really well. I can multitask too, though. I multitask all the time on my computer... though I probably shouldn't have said that.
(I go on like this for about ten minutes)

Manager: Ok then. Well, your forms will take a few days to process but then we'll call you to set up a second interview.

Me: Ohcoolawesomehooray.

So it was much longer than that and I was a little more professional with my answers (though not by much), but that gives a pretty good synopsis of my wonderful job interview.

Oh, and I dragged a stick home. It's not in my house or anything, but I carried it a few blocks and left it just outside our apartment building. I was pretending it was an arm of mine and fantasizing about following children and going 'rawr, I'm the slender man!' but even I know that a parent would probably call the cops and that would be very bad. And it probably wasn't what mom calls a 'socially acceptable behavior'. I'm working on that and everything, but I still do strange things sometimes. Like haul a stick around D.C. just because I wanted to.

An update of sorts

So, I made it in one piece if I discount the fact that I hit myself in the lip with my own bag when trying to push it onto the storage bin. It hurt a bit, but didn't do much damage. And I am safely in D.C., just hanging out with mom. I'm unpacked and everything.

It's really weird to think that I'm actually living here now.

So, I've been gone a while. Because I've been trying to fit in here, and I lost writing muse, and I have a cold from being on a plane, and stuff like that. And my random obsession is subsiding. It's not gone yet, but it's better.

On a happier note, my father has fixed my laptop. The one that has Jensen Falls on it. So, a little more editing and I'll have a pilot on my hands. Which is awesome.

I really thought that this would be a longer post. It didn't turn out that way I guess. Oh well.

So this is a short post, especially since I haven't written for a while. But I'm flying to D.C. today. Wish me luck.

Lots of rambling, and the truth about my brain

So, a lot has happened in the space between blog posts. I have about half of my stuff packed up, I got in a fight with my dad, I resolved it without it degrading into a yelling fit (bit of a rarity for me) and watched all of Marble Hornets. Every Man Hybrid too. That was not good for my sleeping schedule.

THINGS I HAVE ACCIDENTALLY MISTAKEN FOR SLENDY:

-Trees (given)
-A vacuum cleaner
-My dad (he's tall)
-My computer monitor
-A guitar case
-Me (stupid mirror)

I am also to the point of obsession where I can't talk about anything aside from Slender Man. I do this sometimes and I feel really bad about it. Mostly because I imagine it's very boring for anyone talking to me. But I will pour on and on about Slendy to anyone who bothers to listen to me. David's probably getting the worst of this, though Bryan gets it second. I've started sending warning IMs whenever we start a conversation. Mostly just a little blurb like, "By the way I'm still obsessed."

I hate that my mind latches on to things like this occasionally. I mean, if I was able to stop I probably would. But right now Slender man and Jensen Falls are pretty much the only things that are running through my head. I can't think of anything else, it's a physical incapability. I've had phases like this before, of course. Obsession is just part of my life.Roller coasters, rocks, Tim Burton Movies, different types of hats, D&D, Bioshock, Hockey, Musicals, Oscars history, Prime numbers, Joss Whedon shows, the solar system, and Star Wars have all been things that I couldn't stop talking about at one point or the other. It is part of my weird brain.

One of my viewers already knows this (heya David), but for that one other reader's information, and any other random guy who somehow bumps into this blog, me saying that my brain works differently is not hyperbole. I have a learning disability called Asperger's Syndrome. It's on the autistic spectrum. This usually gives people the wrong impression, because most people think of Autism as people who can barely speak or function. The truth is, Autism is pretty darn different from person to person, and I am on the extremely high functioning end of the thing. A lot of people can't even really tell that I have it.

I do though, and it occasionally ends up making my life difficult. Like the fact that lately I can't open my mouth without talking about a faceless man in a business suit. Not only does it not really win me friends, but it's just making me more and more paranoid.


Woah... I just neurologically outed myself on the internet. This is a really weird feeling.

A post full of Slender

Alright. My horror of the slender man is more or less on the slow side. So do you know what that means?

Marble Hornets.

So, I don't know if I'm going to get to any of it today. Or even tomorrow. I'm moving to D.C. in about a week, so I have to get all of my stuff together. Which is hard. I really wish Mom had given me more time. But it was a good deal apparently, and my mom can't really turn down a deal. At all. So speed moving, hurrah! I don't really like change, so it's freaking me out. But hey, what can you do?

Apparently, I can procrastinate by reading slender blogs. I told you I'm good at that. First thing, I discovered that not only is Zeke Strahm not dead, but he's got most of his marbles. Well, more than fifty percent of them. This is pretty much the best news I've had this whole week. Is it pathetic that I'm this invested in the wellfare of someone I don't know who may or may not exist? Well, I am. And for a second I thought that he had gone insane and all slendy minion on us. Yeah, I thought for a moment that the guy who finally decided to stand up to slender man had gone so bonkers that he was serving the other side now.  Wouldn't that be totally fucked up? Still, it sounds like something He'd do, so watch your mind Zeke. Seriously. I think you're awesome and want to give you a hug.

Ok, so that last thought would probably be a bad idea.

I also read 'The Tutorial'. M annoys me. He says 1 instead of one. It bothers me to no end. Aside from that, I don't think I have that much of a problem with him. Well, except some of his theories seem... odd? I mean, would staying high really do anything? May I never need to find out.

Ok, I'm really going to go do that packing thing.