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I just love my room

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Finally a table to get real down and nerdy with... And to eat off of like an adult. Thanks for the killer table, Bean. #table #boardgames #handmade #tabletopgaming #whyamiusinghashtags https://www.instagram.com/p/CWjXhSNrrRr/?utm_medium=tumblr
I don't always build it myself but when I do, Obama says others made it happen. #profitISgood #hardworkpaysoff #whyamiusinghashtags #mustbebored #goodnight #obama https://www.instagram.com/p/CGcEm6pAVgZ/?igshid=op5ji87u8ri4
Hangin' out with one of my horses, Wolffire, I thought this picture was really cute. 😊 #sso #wolffire #aw #whyamiusinghashtags https://www.instagram.com/p/BwOlWNAlkAO8ZmLMCxaSizVY9QsLOrl4sSV-Gg0/?igshid=lk8q8tt25lb6
Re-uploaded so you can see the whole thing, but forgot to post this last week. New tattoo I got from the amazingly talented @ameliawhitneytattooer Super happy with how it came out! #skyrim #tattoo #whyamiusinghashtags Ps. Props to all yall that shave your legs constantly because that shit took me like 45 minutes

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Intro to Me pt. I
Well, I finally gave in and made a blog like my boyfriend said I should. I’m not quite sure of what I should write down on here other than just things that I happen to think about, and in that sense it seems perfectly appropriate.
I’m 20 years old. White, male, and I’m gay. But those things don’t really matter, do they? In the grand scheme of things (the most cliche thing I’ve ever typed), those identifiers don’t mean shit when it comes to living my life.
For starters I’m an aspiring author, which is something I’ve wanted to do for mostly my entire life, though recently I’m not sure if I’ll ever realize that dream.
I find myself thinking every day that I’ll just spend the rest of my life in the work force, waiting tables every night for eternity until I die. Don’t get me wrong, serving is a fairly lucrative job to have. On a good night I can make over $100, and usually I work four days a week. Since I live in Washington (but not SeaTac) I make $9.47 an hour. So on average I make about $400 a week, and then a paycheck of around $250-300 every other week.
I take the bus to work every day, mostly. And I spend an average of $50 every three weeks on bus transit to get to work, and my commute is usually just under an hour every day. When I write it down it feels like I have such a nice, normal life. But does anybody really want that completely and totally? A life without excitement, only constant and crushing routine, yet a routine that wraps you in a sense of calm and safety.
I work at a Buffalo Wild Wings, a restaurant that, if you know me, is not indicative of my personality in the slightest. I don’t like sports, I don’t really eat or drink the traditional “manly” foods like wings and beer and shit like that, and I’m not particularly fond of loud and obnoxious crowds that make booming screams of victory every thirty seconds. Yet, that’s where I work. Football season at a sports bar is probably the worst place you can ever be, at least for a person like me.
I love my coworkers, for the most part. I get along with basically everyone I meet, and I’m glad for that trait of my personality. Of course, when I stop and think about it, do these people I think like me really want to be around me, or is it simply a convenience to talk to me every day?
I am an absolute failure. It’s 3am I’ve had 3 coffees to try to stay awake and do my essays before monday, because I won’t have any free time the next two days to do them. I’m 2 pages into the 7 page one and I’m struggling to stay awake. I have to be up at 8 for work today, and I think I’m starting to have seizures, or at least I am violently shaking from either lack of sleep or caffeine overload while trying to fight sleep. Both papers are worth 20% of my grade, and I’m not entirely sure what I’m doing for either of them. I’ve been freaking out all week over that job interview so I didn’t even think about the papers until today. I might have to leave work early tomorrow or just not go in. Oh also I’ve been slacking off on these papers too. I can’t stop procrastinating on them. Why is my brain not functional, and why am I writing about this now on tumblr?