;skdjf;ksdjf;ldjklfweiruekljfsd...

Blue Fox: I just got your message just now.
Me: Oh? Now? What message?
Blue Fox: About what I did.
Me: Oh. Yeah. You didn't tell me what you did. Lol.
Blue Fox: I met up with old friends.
Me: Are they from high school?
Blue Fox: Yup
Me: Are they the ones you played poker with?
Blue Fox: Nope
Me: Still sounds like fun~
Blue Fox: How
Me: Just seeing friends you haven't seen in a long time is fun. Especially when you haven't seen them in years.
Blue Fox: It's only been two months.
Me: Still.

After he stopped talking to me, he called me on his work phone. And it was the phone number that wasn't registered on my phone but had the same area code as Blue Fox. And I called once, but it just rang. But he called me and spoke to me... He said that he has a "proposition" for me. He said that I have to at least check this out. He was like, "Just check it out, I think you'll like it. No. I know you'll love it." and then he told me about how he spoke to a girl who was going to join the Air Force and them ditched that to join this company he's with and went all out with it. And he told me that I need to get a ride and check it out.

What shocked me was when he said this: "I'm coming to Los Angeles in May. So I'll come out to see you."

We Are The 95%. We Need To Be The 5%.

A lot of times, what kept me sane was what I knew in my heart. (That sounds really cheesy.) But it's true. This is what I learned:

95% of us grow up knowing how to live the industrial age/industrial revolution and we're taught that we needed to go to school, get through college with a degree and get a job... And you have to complete that properly with the years that are included. And then, when we get a "stable" job, we need to work that job for 40~50 years and then retire. Correct? That's how employees and self-employees work. So the way we live is: Time = Money.

The other 5% is the very few that make it through success. They know how to earn money with very little effort. And those are those who know business and know how to invest. And in this section, the way they think is: Thinking = Money.

Now, this is where I found a turning point...

I Ditched The Forklift.

Sigh. I feel bad for turning down a job but however, I think the guy didn't explain it well enough because the building that I went to only trains those who are going to be licensed and certified to drive a forklift and other machinery.

And even though it's $35 each machine and he was telling me to do two (Forklift and Stand-Up) that's about $70 but he's giving it to me for $65, it sounds good BUT, once I'm certified and licensed, he'll give me a list of places that are hiring for that kind of job. And then now, my problem is transportation. And I spent a whole night thinking about it and it didn't seem logical that I'd be sending basically all the money I have, to be licensed and then, not really know if I can get the job and plus, I leave in June. So... I just didn't see the logic in it. Because let's face it, when is the next time I'll EVER drive a forklift? Almost like... Never.

I'll probably go for it later in the future but right now, I just don't see how it's an investment. I mean, it'll be awesome to have it because then I can be like, "HELL YEAH! I CAN DRIVE A FORKLIFT!" but... Really. I can't own my own forklift and drive it going to work or something. I'm thinking of keeping it as an option in the future but not now.

Meh.

Forklift fail,
Otter

Recycling Fail!

So yesterday, I had another USAF appointment and met up with my new recruiter, Ssgt. Fears, and she said that my files have been transferred successfully and made me sign papers and put my initials and change some stuff in the system and the only thing she needs is my education evaluation paper and then she can schedule me to do a MEPS check up (paired up with this other girl) and we'll be staying at the hotel for two nights so we can wake up at 3am to go to the 4am MEPS processing and we all know, that's going to take a little more than 12 hours. -_- and we can't eat anything. We can only drink water. I did that in Guam and let me tell you, I thought it was crap so before the shuttle came, I ate a yogurt-berry parfait and orange juice. LOL. And water. Anywho, good news is that if the UPS brings my evaluations in tomorrow (sent in by my dad) then I will be scheduled for Tuesday and I can swear in on the day of MEPS and I'll wait again for a job... Hopefully one comes soon so I can book a spot for the job and be shipped out for BMT. (basic military training)

After the appointment, I was hanging out with German and his girl-friend (who use to be in the US Navy) and while I did  my thing, she tried to get her stuff fixed before she becomes homeless and whatnot and after, we just chilled at Marcus' house. At around 4pm, my phone was about to die so I went upstairs to get my charger and I see that Cam's best friend and his girlfriend are at the house, fogging up the apartment so I was in and then rushed out and chilled at Marcus'. At 8pm, we all decided to go to the gym and worked out until 10pm. I worked out my legs most of the time and they turned into jelly!

When I came home, I ate dinner and showered and then went to bed. I woke up at 8am, worked out, walk/run the dogs and my legs were still sore but it was whatever and then I came home, and I wanted to get rid of our recycling stuff  so I carried all six bags of our beer bottles and other glass bottles, walked 10 minutes with those in both hands, under the sun, in sweatpants and sweatshirt, sweating like a hog to the recycling shack... And you know what happened?

I ONLY GOT $1.98 OUT OF IT.

WHAT HAPPENED TO MY $40? T_______T

I swear I was being ripped off. Last time, we brought 200 smashed cans and one one-gallon keg and we got $10 out of that. I'm pretty sure glass jars and bottles and beer bottles are heavier than smashed aluminum cans...

WER IS MA MONNEH?!

Broke and disappointed but still saving the environment,
Otter

Recycled Drunkards

People who know me know that I sleep early (maybe hella early, almost elderly early) and that I'm usually in bed by 10pm (11pm the latest) and I wake up around 6:30am every morning, wash up, work out, eat breakfast, walk their (my roommies) dogs, shower... All before lunch time.

Last night, as I went to bed, my coupled roommies were smoking weed and bought some drinks at a nearby liquor store... So that's pretty much whatever to me so I head to sleep. And the things they watch on Netflix or TV is just... Meh.

This morning, I wake up and I was going to boil eggs to make an egg salad sandwich for breakfast and what do I see? A TRASHED KITCHEN. Sigh. I understand when you smoke weed, you're effing hungry and I understand when you drink, things end up in places that you didn't even realize... But seriously? Every single plate, bowl, utensil, pan, pot, cup are all used?! ONLY BY TWO PEOPLE?! And they were just piled up all over the sink and around the kitchen.

I can't make breakfast now. So, I end up washing every damn thing because I need ONE plate, ONE spoon, ONE small bowl for breakfast but no. EVERY DAMN THING IN THE KITCHEN IS DIRTY.

But from their drinking, I have two more large bottles (one pint) of Red Stripe. Now I have seven bags of beer bottles that have been collecting in the utility closet for almost two months now and it piled up fast during the month of December while my best friend was away in Hawaii. (Thanks to her boyfriend and our neighbor, German.)

So tomorrow or Wednesday, I should be able to bring (transportation: walking) all seven bags to the recycling shack near Stater Bros. (a low-down yet expensive grocery store) and I'll leave the plastics and aluminum cans in the utility closet. With this amount of bottles, how much will it get me? If the last time we went, we got $10 out of four bags of aluminum cans... I'm sure seven bags of heavy beer bottles will get me... At least $30? I'd like $40 but I won't stretch it.

And plus, it's been almost two months and it's just sitting there, lonely, wanting to be recycled for the good of the environment! So, as a good samaritan, I will do my deed and take it all and turn it into some good cash because my wallet is hungry, too. I got to feed myself and my wallet, my furry friends.

I guess there is a good side to living with stoned drunkards. MONNEH IN ME POCKET! :)

AND, I'm helping the planet. ♡

Win-win situation champion,
Otter

Fffffffffffffffffff... ᅮᅮ

Just when I'm about to be able to go to Maryland... Something comes in the way of it!

It's things like this that make me realize the saying, "When you want something so bad, you can't have it yet" is true. I really want to go to Maryland but...

Nothing's Stopping Me But...

I was talking to Blue Fox last night and he seemed really serious about me going over there. I mean, I'm not saying I didn't take it seriously because I did but like, he's really wanting me to go RIGHT NOW. THIS WEEK. Actually, tomorrow.

Otter Huslin' For Money

So today, my plane ticket has been purchased for July 13th (11:00AM) to Seattle. No doubt, I miss it~ I think it's time to go back. I need to work and try to be on my own... If you lived in my household, you'll know why I have to leave. I'm already working on my resume so I can already start looking for jobs as soon as I get there and as of right now, I have two in mind. I've been wanting to cash in some money for a long time since my current job is slowly going down. Also, it's time for me to hustle!

Honestly, I don't know when I'll be coming back and that includes Christmas. I'm in Seattle up until the Air Force calls me in for BMT... But while I wait, I'll be working and working out. I want to see how determined I can be when I'm on my own, I want to see how I can handle not being able to drive to work but take the bus and things like that. Basically, it's time to live away from my parents and see how I can live on my own. It's time... I'm effing 21, ya'll. I've been in and out of the house since I was 17 but this time, it'll be permanent. Yezzir~

So, do you best to hang out with me as much as you can before I leave because you never know the next time we'll see each other. Sigh, sigh. Sure, there's Facebook and instant messaging but still. The next time you see me, I'll be in my bluer uniform. HUAA!

Hustlin',
Otter