I have made $5 in interest in January. I am such a financial genius. The sad part is that I have forgotten or at least it is in the deep cracks in my brains, that is to say my personal financial knowledge is. It is rather sad but I would be struglling a lot to figure out how to do my own taxes. I accidentlly brought some nudity to work but no one really noticed except the two people who were looking through my pictures at the time.

Speaking of pictures.

I eat too many delicious beans.

I am pretty tired today. I spent another wonderful weekend with my honey. Unfortunatley I can’t for the life of me find work around here. A position that I could do they wanted 3 years experience and it was a 6 month contract. I was looking through the job bank at Laurier, the only thing I could be qualified for is tree planter but I hate digging. I still need a haircut as well anyways.

I might get some more Olympic stuff to wear but I am not sure. Originally I wasn’t going to but than I found out for 2 weeks of the year I could wear it at work and that may sway me, also the extra 20% off but there isn’t anything there that exciting for me that I may want to get. Maybe a black version of the hoodie sweater that I already got, but I already have a lot of hoodies so it would be just another to go in the closet. I don’t really wear hockey jerseies a lot so my Buffalo one will be much more than enough. I guess I am OK and do not need to find a way to justify me purchasing more clothes.

My name is Dean and I am addicted to spending money on trinkets. That should be obvious, I have purchased so many small toys and stuffed animals, weird shells for my tank and laser lights for it. I had collected a bunch of Bionicles. I have a bunch of video games that although I play it is rarely, I just don’t feel like it, I guess with that I was hoping for more of an interactive experience with more people. Today I contemplated stopping by Zehrs to get some grocery store sushi, some for today and some for lunch tomorrow if I had to drop Chris off at home. His house is by the Zehrs which tends to carry more sushi. He drove his truck home so I didn’t have to, which was nice. I purchase things on impulse and I regret it pretty much right away (like when I got the learn french software) or later down the road. I still go to the malls every weekend or close to it. I am glad to say it is mostly for viewing purposes. I still have the urge. I really can’t say that I have beaten it since I still have high visa bills. I am slowly saving more, very slowly. I would like to have a higher paying job. It is really sad and I am embarrassed that after 4 years of university and having been out of it for 2 years that it took me so long to find a job and that the job I did find pays scarcily over 25000 and really only requires a high school diploma. I feel ashamed of myself every morning when I wake up at 6 to go and work for the next 8 hours under my potential. I am so much more, but I am not, so says my job. It is said that our jobs are a part of our identity. Usally when you just meet someone one of the first 5 questions will be What do you do, and from that the other person begins to form their own take on who you are. Meh, I wish I was Batman.

The other thing that bugs me is the act of shaking hands when meeting someone. I am not too sure why, I think it is because it seems so formal and rigid and I am not hip enough to liven it up. I guess just also making contact ith another person, especially someone I just met. I was just thinking of this because on Saturday Kathy ran into, (well chased more like it) Tudor and Laura. This would be the first time I met Laura in person, only saw he in a car before. She shook my hand. I wanted to hide behind Kathy. It just seems like such a normal thing a normal person would do. I am somewhat normal but I just got uncomfortable. Maybe it is my many years without human contact or lack of being around normal civil human beings. I don’t know. I always just liked waving my hand saying hi at a comfortable distance. It just seems to say Hi and keep me safe from the ass kicking I likely deserve.