left uncontrolled, nature is stupid, useless, and harmful


BLAH BLAH SAVE THE TREES! HUG THEM AND SUCH :O

I don't understand it. How can somebody who has a job and earns a decent amount of money not find a new home? I managed to live a simple but honest lifestyle, earning my keep and keeping things plain for myself so as to clear the mind and etc, but a hurricane took almost everything away except a spare vehicle -- that isn't even mine technically -- and my means of earning money, so now I'm without a place to stay. To explain the reason, I should recap the most relevant thing that happened since the storm (ignoring the near-starving escapades and navigating a looter's wasteland and FLAILING LIVE POWERLINES X_X and broken glass on bare feet and wearing the same soaked clothes for a week and etc).

I managed to secure a small amount of space at a friend's house, just enough to use a computer, play video games, and have a space on the floor to sleep (YES I KNOW DEJAVU HARLOCK THE SUBJECT IS NOT GOING THERE TRUST ME IM SORRY K? GOD :( ) -- my necessities to make sure I can look forward to another day of working at Sam's Club. Well, this sounds like a functional situation, right!? Too bad I haven't found a permanent or near-permanent place to call home since then. Now, the residents of this house won't accept my idea of letting me pay rent or do anything to earn a longer presence. It has nothing to do with me personally, I promise you that much, it's just they prefer to have their "own" house. Or something. Well, being that I'm not one to have anything to say against that, I'm basically left to face the reality of being homeless.

I would be okay with that if it wasn't for the fact that I really didn't do anything to deserve it this time. For the past whole year I managed to make a life out of paying rent for room and board shared with an old pal of mine, owning and maintaining a very nice car, and going to work. But guess what: 'Hurricane Katrina'. Bazam, booya, in your face and all that. After that happened, I managed to pull together enough of my life to keep working, driving a car -- albeit a very inferior car compared to what I owned and invested money into -- and using a computer, but now all without the ability to live someplace. I have no more potential roommates here (said roommate pal lost his entire home; I helped him break down the door that held me prisoner in a living room that was completely submerged in goopy, home furnishing-filled water ), my mother lost her home and is now living in Texas, and the rent has FUCKING SKYROCKETED on any available apartment; it's not like I could afford one by myself prior to katrina anyways.

Well, the thing is, if I have to live in a car I might as well live someplace where good things happen outside of what *I* make happen. In that sense, I'm thinking about going back to Florida and living in a car there, or whatever. That's right, THAT's the catch. Despite as much of a fool and a slouch and a grouch and a nincompoop I was towards Harlock, family and friends thereof, I really enjoy the company. Even if it means my experience with said company would be limited to spying on them with a telescope lurking from the bushes across from his apartment window. Actually, It's happening right now! :O)

In all seriousness, though, my situation is grim but I don't care about it. I have no shame for suggesting the idea of moving back to florida. Of course, I regret extremely the grief I gave to harlock and his family. Towards that end, I most definitely apologize (and must do so on better terms then some LJ entry). However, what I mean to say is that regardless of what happens, what people think of me, or the circumstances that I live under I think I'd prefer the new location if only it meant simply being around a sense of honest, LIFETASTIC living. I hate what southern louisiana has turned into for me. It wasn't much to begin with but whatever good things I had to enjoy here are pretty much gone for the most part.

I think that covers it. I'm glad I wrote this, it's probably one of the few entries I made in this journal that I feel is an actual honest effort to recollect and express my mind. At some point in the future I hope to do this again from my own computer.