Thom’s House

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IMPORTANT

29 August 2003

For anyone who still reads this thing…

My personal domain, www.thoms-world.com, will probably go offline in the next month. Not a big deal, since I never really got anything done on the site. However, those who do still read this thing will probably want to know how to continue reading it. Well, all is not lost.

You will be able to access my journal at the following address:

http://journal.smart-popcorn.com

And in other news… Wanna watch the decay of human society in real time? Try and catch the MTV Video Music Awards. It seems like everyone in that ceremony has to be a bisexual hoe-bag slut or talk through their half-open mouth sitting sideways on their face and saying, “Whaa-up? I dus wanna fank…” and so forth.

Not that anything’s wrong with that, right? Nah, go ahead. Be a total slut if you want. Don’t worry about picking up basic language skills. But you’d better realize that those choices reflect on you.

So why does my generation and those just surrounding it seem to idolize these obvious imbeciles? Fortunately, I don’t think many of my friends were sitting and waiting for the VMAs to start. But MTV’s supposed to be a superpopular channel, isn’t it?

*sigh* I weep for the future.

Yay

15 August 2003

No foaming mouths or anything today.

Foaming at the Mouth

14 August 2003

Guess what I had to wake up to today? Oh, I guess the subject gives a clue… But I was woken up (an hour earlier than I wanted to for work, I might add) by my dog barking like crazy, and she rarely ever barks. Well, I curse a little, get up, and go to let her out of her crate, and notice that she’s got this little greyish beard of spit & fizz on her lips.

Holy friggin’ crap! How lovely is it to wake up to one of those sick-animal horror stories from childhood? Old Yeller. The Velvetine Rabbit. Ok, the rabbit was a toy, but the boy was sick… The damn thing still had to be destroyed, whatever.

So yeah, I freak out and call my mom at work. “Hello, did you not notice this?! She’s foaming at the mouth.” Of course, my first thought is rabies, even though I was pretty sure she’d been fully up to date on vaccinations, but my mom brings up that the exterminator came yesterday, and sprayed the back yard with their supposedly safe insecticide. It hits me that the morons probably sprayed the dog’s water bowl! Argh… Stupid people. All day I wanted to bludgeon the idiots with their own neurotoxin-dispensing agents. Yeah, anyhow…

I get my dad up, we take her to the vet… They’re all pretty calm about it there, so my own worries were pretty quickly lifted. If it was something relatively easy to recover from, which the vet’s attitude suggested, I knew Phoebe would be just fine. Sweet as she is, she’s a damn tough little dog. My parents, on the other hand… Well, they let her helpless, innocent little *ahem* puppy-dog face get to them. Mom and Dad both were pretty emotional all day. It’s odd to be the one “staying tough” and maintaining composure, not breaking down while your parents do so. But, I guess, maybe my parents finally got to experience the “Thom” they haven’t really ever known… The one that has time and again stuck things out to be a source of support for his friends.

Or maybe they were just reminded of it. Later on today, amid all this chaos looking up crap about the pesticide and everything, my dad commented, “By the way, it’s good to have the old Thom back.” That was such a relief to hear. I don’t consciously feel I’ve changed or “changed back” from whatever they thought I was, but I guess I’ve just been going to greater lengths to shrug off little annoyances of theirs. And as Phil’s been a little testier the past month or so, I’ve taken a step back and thought, “Jeez, have I been combatant like this?” …and tried to be less so. I guess today probably helped my case too. So that was good; they feel they have their “kind, caring Thom” back. I know he never left, his parents just weren’t seeing eye to eye with him and vice versa, but it’s all good now.

It’s been a taxing day… Just waking up and seeing that has kept me somewhat queezy all day. (Oh, and big tough Thom did finally get a little emotional about it later on, when he’d flipped to the Animal Planet channel and had to watch a poor kangaroo get euthanized.) But, that sign that I’m now officially on good terms with my folks again makes the day worthwhile. And tomorrow, I’m just gonna cuddle with Phoebe on the couch. Maybe we’ll watch Homeward Bound or something.

Hmm…

13 August 2003

Well, it’s been suggested I write in here more often, even though there’s rarely shit to write about.

In case anyone’s out of the loop, I’m working at Harkins Theatres. The pay is squat and if I’m not accurate on my drawers, I have no benefits. Even if I do, I haven’t been quite so enthused about seeing movies lately. So I’m looking for another job. Applied for and got interviews for two jobs in [work-related], both being Jr. High Security Monitor positions. Haven’t gotten a call back, and I should’ve heard from them by today, so I guess I didn’t get them. That’s alright; I wasn’t wild about the whole “security” position anyhow. In my experience, most of them tend to be… kinda weird? I’d like to get a job in the school system, though, because that’d leave my weekends and summers open.

My doctor’s having me try some antidepressants… I haven’t told anyone that, have I? Yeah, me, antidepressants. If you consider “Thom the whiner” your response is probably a loud “Duh!”, but if you know “Thom the listener, practically an amateur shrink” has never thought highly of treating depression as a chemical imbalance. It’s not even like I’m doing real bad right now… Compared to, say, Fall 2001, the current Thom is like Mr. Rogers on ecstacy. But I haven’t been very motivated, kinda indifferent to things lately. Mostly, I feel like I owe my parents to at least try, seeing as they’ve put up with a lot of crap. And hey, I figure maybe treating whatever “chemical imbalance” there is could at least get me in the right frame of mind to deal with everything that bugs me, levelheaded and all.

Anyhow, I haven’t actually started taking it yet… I guess the first week can affect my mood unpredictably, so I didn’t wanna be psychotic in the event I got a callback from one of the interviews. I guess I’ll try it tomorrow morning though.