Shadowboxing

I am convinced I have a doppleganger walking around San Luis, meeting important people, and ruining my first impression (although, of that last point I am not certain).

Let me back up:

Last week, I was at eating a burito outside this Mexican restaurant with my boss and co-worker and this guy (who knew my boss) came and sat down next to us. My comrades introduced me to this man, while his reply was something like, "Oh, yeah! I know you. We've met before."

Wrong. I had never seen that man previous to our brief encounter and quite possibly won't ever see him again.

That was the first time.

Today, Andrew (my co-worker) and I started work at a new house and we went up to the door to meet with the owner, you know, just to let him know what we were doing and to make sure everything was cool. We knocked on the door and the man who open the door was dressed as any successful business mogul should. Andrew introduced himself and as I was starting to introduce myself and offer my handskake, the man says, "Oh, I've met you before. Downtown."

Nope. Never seen this guy...EVER! This guy is the president of a bank in San Luis. Why would I have met him? How would I have met him?

Anyways, this brings me to the conclusion that I have a doppleganger walking around this town. I don't know what kind of impression he gives off, but it better be freakin cool.

Snow or Ash

Today at work, I got absolutely covered in fine primer dust. A word of caution: if you ever sand primer, don't try to clean yourself off until you are totally done. Make sure you have soap too.

I tried to wash some of the white dusting from my skin without soap, and the dust turned to a paper mache-like substance. If you've ever seen the movie, Powder, imagine that guy, but with a beard.

Half Full

I haven't been homesick once yet. Mabye it's because I've been ready to leave Mount Shasta for a long time or maybe I was just tired of living at home for my whole life. But being gone from my hometown has made me desprately miss something.

Habit.

I miss knowing people. I miss always having things to do with friends, even if it's just not really doing anything. I'm not acustomed to being just another face.

I guess that's my complaint about moving. It's expected and everyone deals with it, but it's a big change. I'm waiting for this phase to pass, so while I'm waiting (and trying), I'll keep writing.

Shortening

Last night the lights in our house went out. Everything else electrical works except for the lights, so at this hour, my house is pitch black and my roommates are asleep. I'm really tired too, but promised I'd write something every day no matter what was going on.

MY DAY:
Pizza
"They Live"
Jamba Juice (getting shortchanged)
Played music finally
Went to an amazing church (Calvary Shoreline)
Wished I was closer to Autie


I'll make up for this lack of information tomorrow. I work at 9am, I have a long day ahead of me.

The First Day

My cousin, Dan, suggested that I should write every day. I agree. Although, I fear sometimes there won't be too much worth writing, let alone posting on the internet for anyone to see. So here's what I'm going to do: I'm going to give this a shot, I'm going to write SOMETHING every day, and I'm going to try to be as freakishly honest as possible.

Here goes nothing....