Nathan moving away from home... take 3! (Maybe I'll get it right this time)

Well... it looks like I'm not going to be online very often for the forseeable future... So this will be a long one.

     People actually hearing my thoughts on life has caused so many arguments, yelling fits, and general bitching... So noone's going to hear shit. Hell, I wish there was a way to block individual people from reading it. Anyways, I will say that Tanya and I were never more unhappy than when we were at Dad's. Countless nights I'd come home from work to Tanya sobbing in bed, and the only consolation I could give her was a shrug, sorry, and "We'll leave soon, I promise." I'll say that people's feelings don't really seem to matter very much at my former house. It was a house where a grudge could be held for EIGHT DAYS over a nickel sized BBQ sauce stain on a kitchen counter. And by grudge I mean grudge holder not saying a single vaguely friendly thing those entire eight days because of said mess. We were so stressed, so unhappy. It ended when I was told Professor Brain was either staying outdoors all day, every day (where he would die), or kept in a crate the majority of the day. Fuck that, I'd sooner be homeless. You can do whatever you want to me, degrade me in whatever manner possible... but you don't fuck with the Professor, damn it!

      We decided to leave, found a place, and started moving in before 24 hours had passed. Emily's one of the sweetest people I know. I used to see her so rarely, and no I remember why I liked her so much. :) She didn't bat an eye when I asked if we could move in. She didn't ask what we'd pay in rent, or how much stuff we had... "Sure, come on over whenever!" She's so benevolent.

     And things are SO much better there! I've had more energy, I mowed their lawn, we did major cleaning in several rooms, bought utensils and a telephone and cleaning supplies... I'm just, I dunno... enthusiastic again. I'm enjoying life. There have been wild parties, long, meandering philosophical debates... I've made new friends and reaquainted with old ones... Amy's opened up a lot to me lately, and that's been great. I like it there.

     I miss Barton and his bad movie and geek jokes (That day he came home in a Storm Trooper suit was priceless ), I miss my sister, who has to be the biggest Beast Brigade fan ever. It was really fun sharing a room with you, Rachel. I think this time around we actually became real friends; close ones at that. We WILL keep in touch. Evey and Sammy were great, when they didn't seem to dislike us... I loved their ferrets and their drawings and their downright giddy attitudes that they had at times. :) Kimmie I'll miss hanging out with as much... I'm just glad we left after she got healthy again. If I'd moved while she was still in the hospital I'd be so worried... I hope she knows I love her.  And Dad. I want to thank you for being so infinitely patient with me. Do you have my current phone number? I'll call soon. You've inspired so much in me... I may not be rich or successful in any career, but you made me want to reach my goals. I'm married to a girl I've chased for eight years, and I finally accomplished my lifelong goal of becoming a professional wrestler. All in the same year, to boot! I'm very happy with life, and I know I owe a lot of it to you. If you ever want to drop everything and move to Panama, I'll help you in any way I can. I know I may not have been the most pride inspiring child on earth, but you've raised a happy one. There is very very little missing in life. I'll miss seeing you so often... come over if you ever want to have that drinking party you suggested. Love you.

Let's see... 17 minutes on the Library's computer left... let me see what I can cover. I wrestled last Saturday, hurt my finger pretty badly, but I had a lot of fun. Nate Static the drug fiend was a fun character. I can't wait for the next UHPW show, if indeed I'm allowed to continue wrestling there...

In general... things are looking up. Very much so. :)

Wow, talk about Karma!

Make just ONE crack about a fed you've never worked for having a small crowd. You know what happens? Three months later you work for a Bambi's Dollhouse show with 10 people.  That's what I get, I suppose.

     Honestly, I had more fun working that show than I did working Mossy Head the night before! I was all excited about the show Saturday... Lobo was making his return, Trch was finally facing Hyppo one on one, and... I just had a really off night. I was completely lost during the four way, or so I felt. We were told not to go outside the ring, and there just wasn't any room for me to work. Maybe I'll get it with more experience, I dunno. Then my Trch match actually went pretty well... But I totally screwed the oatmeal spot. It all came out of the bowl one giant clod, and it wasn't half as nasty as at Bambi's. The Bambi's show was a completely different deal for me...

     I came there finding out I'm to go against Ghost Face again. "Damn it!" I thought... It's nothing against him, really... I just don't seem to have good chemestry with him. I'm not sure what it is. I have such trouble reading him in the ring, and I'm not sure why. Maybe it's just a coinsidence, I don't know. Every match I'd had with him thus far was crap, and it felt like it was my fault each time. I hate that. But I'm rambling.

     Anyways, I'm in a match with him one more time. He was really patient with me, I told him how I tense up in the ring with him, and he talked me through the match. He calmly told me what he thought I was doing wrong, and gave me pointers on how to fix it. We end up having by far the best match we'd ever had together. Taking the Burning Hammer was a lot of fun. And the Trch match... HA! I'd never had so much fun in a match in my entire life! Seriously! We pretty much did the same match we did the night before, but we brushed up the spots, added a few more, and the spot ended with both of us vomiting and throwing it all over each other. I had never tried so hard in my life not to laugh during a match.

     Today was kind of a crappy day... I got very little of what I wanted done, and the house was very... tense. I've been in more violent places, more hectic... but I don't think I've lived in a place with so much unhappiness. There's really no venting here anymore, though... I thought this would be a cool place for friends to hear exactly what's going through my head, but it's caused more arguments than anything else. I'll just leave it at I desparately wish I could do something to make things better here, or at least see a full week where somebody doesn't hate someone else, or there's stomping and screaming and cursing and people demeaning and degrading others. If people could just be nice... *sigh*

     Anyways... It's 3:30 now, and I've got me a work day at 11am. I'm going to bed.

EDIT: For good measure, I think I'll add the following lovely tidbit from my favorite author... can anyone guess who would write such endearing prose?

"Madame de Saint-Ange -- "This scepter of Venus you have before your eyes, Eugenie, is the primary agent of love's pleasure: it is called the member: there is not a single part of the human body into which it cannot introduce itself. Always obedient to the passions of the person who wields it, sometimes it nests there (She touches Eugenie's cunt.), this is the ordinary route, the one in widest use, but not the most agreeable; in pursuit of a more mysterious sanctuary, it is often here (She spreads wide Eugenie's buttocks and indicates the anus.) that the libertine seeks enjoyment."

I'm excited about this weekend. I hope I do well... I've got a bunch of people from work watching the show; I'm really hoping it goes better than my last Panama City show. The show is supposed to feature rematches from Payback... a rematch against 2 Quick would be really nice. One can hope.

I'm so tired. I can't seem to be able to run on less than 7 hours a night, lately... I'm going to go take a nap before work.