Might as well wake the demons back up

I used to have a 'blog' back in the day when Xanga and LiveJournal were all the rage. I wonder if it would be possible to find that old thing and bring it back to life. Obviously I care enough to remember it, but not enough to do anything other than start a new one.

I am writing because as of this exact moment I am monumentally bored. The girl I like is absent, my apartment is actually clean (long story),and I just cooked dinner and then ate it, so now I have run out of things worth doing.

Might as well write a bit about myself before I get too far into either this post or this bottle of Sailor Jerry's. I am a 24 year old guy living in Los Angeles. I barely made it through my first year of law school and am currently in a complete rebuilding/reinvention of myself. I am a horrendous slob, I am worse with money than I am with cleaning, and I seem to have a preternatural knack for injuring myself. This year alone I've broken my thumb, fractured my tailbone, dislocated my shoulder, and tore my calf muscle.

Besides my faults, I am not fat nor terribly hard on the eyes. Yes, that is about the extent of my good qualities at the moment.

I can't really cook but I just made myself a double cheeseburger topped with a fried egg. It was surprisingly good and now I feel slightly soggy.

I do have a cat. Her name is Eve and she is my roommate. That little fact also explains the URL of this journal.

I have spent the past week searching for a new apartment. I really like my current place, but it is about $200 a month out of my budget, as evidenced by my recent brush with eviction (another long story). I found a rather nice place out in Hollywood that is surprisingly within my budget, so I will be taking a gander at the place this coming Thursday and then hoping I can land the apartment without too much fuss. We will see how that pans out.

This weekend I was a complete hot mess. Friday I went to the big massive out here, EDC, and found myself having trouble focusing through the second-hand high I received. My brother and sister also came out with me, and our trio had one hell of a time. Saturday...well Saturday is its own special event.

I am a huge world cup fan and was devastated by the loss by our boys in blue. However, I was thankfully well on my way to drunkenness by the end of the game, as were my fellow cohorts/coworkers. When the day was all said and done, I ended up about 15-18 drinks deep, passed out on my couch at 9. I also texted more in one day than I have in quite awhile. A lot of the texts were good. A few of them were morning-after cringe-worthy. My spelling was also atrocious, a sure sign that I had had a few too many libations (I am normally a spelling perfectionist. I am almost positive the word 'beers' does not have two Ws in it).

Sunday was recovery day.

Now here it is, the present day, and I just received a new case I'm working on at work. Without going into too many yawn-inducing details, I work in a law firm and am a law clerk. The pay is great and the experience is even better. I am now in the midst of writing 6 memos and reading a 240-odd page complaint. Sounds riveting.

I think I will wrap it up at this point. I like to write but once I feel like I'm trying to force more words out I might as well call it a day. That moment just passed.