Wasted Days

This is the three week anniversary of me having a blog. Pretty fucking sad I must say. I haven't accomplished anything by having it but I have passed probably a couple hours of time collectively since then that I could have spent finding a job or something as useful. I really need to play the lottery more. I feel completely useless not working but really at the end of the day it's entirely about money. If I had a lot of money I'd be okay with sitting around because really I would be doing anything but sitting around. I think I'm way too easy to make happy in that respect. I'm so used to being bored and feeling useless that anything to me is an improvement. I haven't moved my truck again today and tomorrow doesn't seem like there will be any difference. I need more friends around here but it's seeming impossible. I messaged one person who I thought looked pretty cool around here and got a four word completely incoherent answer, so I assume she's a major in ebonics secretly and it's just another fail. I feel like I come from a completely different generation than people two and three years younger than me. I didn't have a phone at any time in my thirteen years of school until I got to college so I learned how to properly spell and be responsible without relying on my phone to get me through life. I get pissed off when I misspell things so I don't even think about using ghetto abbreviations for them. People are sad though, they intentionally make themselves dumber to fit into society now. And for that, I hate society.