What is happiness dictated by? Is it from the love of your mate, or is it money? Is it family, and friends, or solitude?
Does it depend on the person? I know that what makes me happy, might not make another person happy...For example, I might enjoy video games, while another person might not. Some people find joy from looking at the large house they own, or the expensive car they drive, while others are dirt broke, and love renting a movie, and watching it.
Media, and books, etc, have always dictated that true happiness does not involve money. Why? Why is it always made out to be bad because you're happy about your money? Is that really considered conceited? Why is it so bad to be proud of the things you have worked so long to obtain?
Maybe I say this because I don't know what makes me happy in life? Maybe I've reached a point, where this fire has destroyed a major portion of my life, my laptop is gone, my ipod, tv, etc. are gone, all the pictures my family had are gone...that I realize none of that stuff made me happy. In fact, I can't remember the last time I was truly happy, without something to ruin it for me.
Is it because I don't have the right priorities? Or that I don't know what makes me happy? Is it because I'm not very religious, I don't attend church every sunday, and I'm in an area, surrounded by people too? Sometimes I feel a spiritual void here, yet when I go back home, I feel spiritually refreshed. Jay told me that perhaps it was because Idaho is home for me, and that there's something there I can't attain here...perhaps that's it?
I suppose I'm just tired of being un-happy. Maybe it's just the point in my life I'm at right now, my metaphorical plate is pretty damn full right now, and has been lately. I think I just need to get away for a while?
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
B-b-b-bumping...
So,
Fracking Jay from work got me into this...We'll see how long I can keep this up before I get tired of writing in it all the time, I've never been good at keeping one of these up...
Anyways,
On Tuesday I decided to have Josh (a friend from work) help me install the sound system in my car (I have a '94 Mitsubishi Eclipse GS, she's my baby!). That was an interesting battle...I got there around noon, my dual 12" Audiobahn subs and 760 watt Pioneer Amp safely tucked in the back, walked into his apartment, and immediately the envy hit me...47" plasma 1080P tv with his computer hooked up to it?! The nerd in me orgasmed immediately.
We decided to roll out in his 350Z and check out some decks for my car, and stop to get a sandwich along the way. A bit of a sidetrack, but the one thing I hate about Utah, is the fact that I'm in the prime of my life, walking around, taunted by all of these young girls wearing shorts that should be considered denim bikinis, and I know that I can't do anything about it, because of their damn morals...Damn you MORALS!!!
When we got back to his house, the fight began. Round 1, Josh V. Baby. Josh goes in through the engine, he see's a a shroud, looks like he might be going in through the shroud, he prepares for the blow, OH, Baby deals a nice razor cut to the finger! Josh is bleeding a little, the curse words not far from his lips, he steps back, looks around, and...wait, is he walking away?! Could Baby already be victorious? No, he's back in the ring with some soapy water! Now he's pushing the wire through...pushing, looks like he's having no luck...turning redder...Baby just keeps up that solid defense in the shroud...And he's given up, we're going through the doooooor! BABY WINS ROUND ONE! *DING DING DING*
After we decided to go through the door, it was time to get the battery wire under the carpeting, which was fairly simple, a few snaps of pins, and pushing it under the carpet, then snapping it back into place, and we were done with that step...after that, it was time to pull out the seat...here is where the other fun part started. The back of the eclipse is...well...not the roomiest of places, if you're a midget with no legs. Now, Josh being a full grown man, it was even more cramped. This part had him crouched on the soles of his feet for an hour in an indian squat stance, as he ran wires through, crimped, and snapped things into place behind my back seat. I got him water, and other such things needed (that pretty much was my whole job there), and he kept at it, like a real trooper, and finally we had the battery wire plugged into the amp, and it was time for the remote wire.
The remote wire needs to go from the amp, to the back of the stereo deck, so it was time to take apart the console. Josh started unscrewing like a madman, his little electric drill screaming hot, and whining non stop as he unscrewed, unscrewed, unscrewed. 16 screws later, he realized something...the console wasn't coming out...it seemed to be because of 2 screws behind the central a/c vent. No problem, let's just pull out my handy 20$ Chilton manual, which contains every diagram of the car exploded out so you can see EXACTLY how a part goes together! (Neat, huh?) Anyways, we look at that, and he see's where the screws are, and how to open the vent, so he begins to do that, pulls it out, and see's those little bastards. Then realizes something. "Oh." *Josh grabs plastic covering in front of CD player, and pops it out* "That was easy"...I would have started to doubt his skillz, until I realized that he had to take everything apart anyways, so he could run the remote wire.
Cut forward to 5:30, and we're just finishing. Time to Crank...it...UP! I prepare to blast off, and we start the music up...nothing. Perhaps a weak hearted thump here and there...but other than that...nothing. Josh gets out, checks the back, and begins trouble shooting..."Maybe it's the deck..." "Maybe it's this wire..." "Maybe it's the amp..."...Well, the only thing that would make sense would be...yes, the amp...The most crucial part of the damn system is broken.
1 trip to Wal-mart later, 1 crappy amp bought, and at least 3 "Daymmmmmmnnn"s from me and Josh staring at the girls flaunting things they shouldn't flaunt, and we're back at my car, putting the amp back in...Lo and behold, bumping begins...granted, not the best bumping in the world, because of my crappy Clarion deck, but bumping none-the-less. We close it up, start putting everything back in, and go for the epic High-five in the setting sun...Not really. I wanted to, but Josh would have thought I was gay. Back in to listen to some music, play some vidja games for a minute, then head off to another friends for a fun filled night of Rainbow six, Halo 3, and NCAA, all whilst eating pizza and mocking each other relentlessly.
Fracking Jay from work got me into this...We'll see how long I can keep this up before I get tired of writing in it all the time, I've never been good at keeping one of these up...
Anyways,
On Tuesday I decided to have Josh (a friend from work) help me install the sound system in my car (I have a '94 Mitsubishi Eclipse GS, she's my baby!). That was an interesting battle...I got there around noon, my dual 12" Audiobahn subs and 760 watt Pioneer Amp safely tucked in the back, walked into his apartment, and immediately the envy hit me...47" plasma 1080P tv with his computer hooked up to it?! The nerd in me orgasmed immediately.
We decided to roll out in his 350Z and check out some decks for my car, and stop to get a sandwich along the way. A bit of a sidetrack, but the one thing I hate about Utah, is the fact that I'm in the prime of my life, walking around, taunted by all of these young girls wearing shorts that should be considered denim bikinis, and I know that I can't do anything about it, because of their damn morals...Damn you MORALS!!!
When we got back to his house, the fight began. Round 1, Josh V. Baby. Josh goes in through the engine, he see's a a shroud, looks like he might be going in through the shroud, he prepares for the blow, OH, Baby deals a nice razor cut to the finger! Josh is bleeding a little, the curse words not far from his lips, he steps back, looks around, and...wait, is he walking away?! Could Baby already be victorious? No, he's back in the ring with some soapy water! Now he's pushing the wire through...pushing, looks like he's having no luck...turning redder...Baby just keeps up that solid defense in the shroud...And he's given up, we're going through the doooooor! BABY WINS ROUND ONE! *DING DING DING*
After we decided to go through the door, it was time to get the battery wire under the carpeting, which was fairly simple, a few snaps of pins, and pushing it under the carpet, then snapping it back into place, and we were done with that step...after that, it was time to pull out the seat...here is where the other fun part started. The back of the eclipse is...well...not the roomiest of places, if you're a midget with no legs. Now, Josh being a full grown man, it was even more cramped. This part had him crouched on the soles of his feet for an hour in an indian squat stance, as he ran wires through, crimped, and snapped things into place behind my back seat. I got him water, and other such things needed (that pretty much was my whole job there), and he kept at it, like a real trooper, and finally we had the battery wire plugged into the amp, and it was time for the remote wire.
The remote wire needs to go from the amp, to the back of the stereo deck, so it was time to take apart the console. Josh started unscrewing like a madman, his little electric drill screaming hot, and whining non stop as he unscrewed, unscrewed, unscrewed. 16 screws later, he realized something...the console wasn't coming out...it seemed to be because of 2 screws behind the central a/c vent. No problem, let's just pull out my handy 20$ Chilton manual, which contains every diagram of the car exploded out so you can see EXACTLY how a part goes together! (Neat, huh?) Anyways, we look at that, and he see's where the screws are, and how to open the vent, so he begins to do that, pulls it out, and see's those little bastards. Then realizes something. "Oh." *Josh grabs plastic covering in front of CD player, and pops it out* "That was easy"...I would have started to doubt his skillz, until I realized that he had to take everything apart anyways, so he could run the remote wire.
Cut forward to 5:30, and we're just finishing. Time to Crank...it...UP! I prepare to blast off, and we start the music up...nothing. Perhaps a weak hearted thump here and there...but other than that...nothing. Josh gets out, checks the back, and begins trouble shooting..."Maybe it's the deck..." "Maybe it's this wire..." "Maybe it's the amp..."...Well, the only thing that would make sense would be...yes, the amp...The most crucial part of the damn system is broken.
1 trip to Wal-mart later, 1 crappy amp bought, and at least 3 "Daymmmmmmnnn"s from me and Josh staring at the girls flaunting things they shouldn't flaunt, and we're back at my car, putting the amp back in...Lo and behold, bumping begins...granted, not the best bumping in the world, because of my crappy Clarion deck, but bumping none-the-less. We close it up, start putting everything back in, and go for the epic High-five in the setting sun...Not really. I wanted to, but Josh would have thought I was gay. Back in to listen to some music, play some vidja games for a minute, then head off to another friends for a fun filled night of Rainbow six, Halo 3, and NCAA, all whilst eating pizza and mocking each other relentlessly.
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