Brian Fields

This weekend seemed like a big realization of the changes that are about to happen in my life. I’ve been anticipating the eventual move from our current location when Joe gets married and moves out. As mentioned before, Mike, Doug, and I can’t pay for the house by ourselves. Or at least it would be stupid to do so. It’s been made entirely clear that Doug has little to no desire to live with Mike and myself again and that he will be moving in with Kate at the earliest convenience. So I’ve been looking in to the cost of rental properties in the area just to have a better idea of what Mike and I can expect when we begin looking for a place to live come late September or October. Joe and Kristen made an offer on a house this past weekend and it was accepted. The house is pretty much their’s, but there’s nothing that looks like they won’t close on it. I wish I was financially able to buy a house… even a condo. I just hate the thought of moving into a another place where I will piss money away and have no return investment on it. As such, I really don’t want to pay anymore for a place than I am now… hopefully I’ll pay less, but the prices on places I’ve looked up on the internet don’t seem to agree. I’d like to be able to move into a more house-like situation, even if it was a two family or something of the sort, but I think I would be satisfied with an apartment. I think Kristen’s roommates are feeling the same way. Maybe we can find a situation that could benefit all of us, like both sides of a two family or something. That would be pretty cool. &br;&br;The big day of doom is fast approaching for Joe. It’s hard to believe that Joe and Kristen have already been engaged for over eight months and that the wedding is only two and a half months away. It makes me so happy to be around them because I’m so excited for them. &br;&br;Work has been great. I hit a pretty low point a few months back when some foul crap was pulled on me for a reason which still has yet to be made crystal clear to me. I don’t really care to go in to details, but all in all I think someone acted on a grudge against me without thinking clearly and in the process made my job both harder and uncomfortable for a while. But since then things have been on the up and up. I’ve gotten a sort of a “promotion” which is more of a way of saying I won’t be working on the lousy jobs, and that the stuff I that I will be working (almost) exclusively on the big projects. &br;&br;So I’ve been working on a couple of big projects for the past few months and they seem to be coming to an end. They kinda seem like the projects that won’t die. But it’s fun. It’s a challenge, but it’s pretty exhausting. The company as a whole is booming and it’s really exciting to be here for it. I’m kinda worried about what is going to happen when these projects are completed, but as they say, worrying is like a rocking chair. &br;&br;Life outside of work has been pretty dull, house/living arrangement things aside. I’ve all but begged people to give me something to do and it seems like I spend most of my nights and weekends alone and bored. It’s kinda disappointing as a whole. It does seem like my roommates have been around a bit more lately, but it makes a person feel kind of worthless when you get to work on Monday morning and everyone tells you about all the things they did over the weekend and all you have to offer is that you watched shitty second-rate movies on TV one after another. It kinda bums me out when the only person that wants to hang out with me some weekends is my mom. (No offense mom.) I’ve gone to movies by myself, I’ve played so many games that I’m bored with games, I’ve invited people over, I’ve invited people out and it still seems like most nights I’m alone. Hmm. &br;&br;Site stuff… I had to set the gallery to allow comments from registered users only. Please don’t be dejected by this. It takes only a few seconds to register and you can actually post your own pictures to my gallery when you do. Spammers had overrun the commenting system posting porn links and stupid crap and I actually had to hose a dozen or so comments to take some of their’s out. I fucking hate spammers. &br;&br;There. Now you can stop hassling me, mom. Hah.&br;&br;See ya.