Frustrated...

So, I've been trying to get a work from home job as my second source of income, and all I've found is scams. Even the ones claiming not to be scams are scams. Sometimes I wish there was a part of the internet that could get rid of these scams so only the legit work is left. That way I wouldn't of been conned out of $35 from Project Payday. More like Project "we're either gonna rip you off or spam your house's mailbox"... and spiderweb marketing? scam... sorry Kimball... i tried... I really did... your system doesn't work.

I'm an excellent creative writer, but I don't have a portfolio. I am, however, working on a book. The book is taking forever because some days I'm hot on the plot, and other days I'm not and playing on Combat Arms. :)

I'm definitely looking for a literacy agent. I'm not gonna write a 500+ page book and then be shot down by every publisher in the city. I heard amazing things about Nelson Literacy Agency. Here's fingers crossed they'd accept me. Heck, here's fingers crossed I finish writing the book.

My writing style is more in depth, more detailed, and formal than my blogging style. It's because my writing time is during the day while i'm on my ADD medication and very collected in thoughts. My blogging time is at night when the med has worn off and I have just drank a liter of Mountain Dew to stay awake. Anyone who knows me would tell you that myself plus any amount of soda equals hours of random creative silliness, which is good for brainstorming original ideas and playing "Whose Line Is It Anyways", but bad for writing detailed sentences.

Journal Entry: 05/14/09

So. Today started as any old day. I woke up at three AM after going to bed at two AM. Insomnia kills me. Officially woke up around nine, went downstairs and ate a salad with a light dressing of ranch for breakfast.

Then it was off to work which I, like every other cash strapped college kid, love oh so much. I'm not going to tell you where I work yet, but I do work part time. My boss is the best ever and there is no office politics because we mutually agree on the disliking of drama. Our department operates like a family and we treat eachother as such. Today was basically putting out stock and selling merchandise. It's fun to get merchandise that the buyer over-ordered and you don't really have room for and squeezing it out onto the salesfloor for the customers to buy.

Human Resources called me today on the salesfloor and I was nervous, because the only time I had seen human resources call someone was to terminate their employment. I haven't done anything wrong, but I was still worried. I nervously picked up the awaiting phone that my associate had left on the table for me and said, trying so hard to try my nervousness, "Goid Afternoon, Men's Department, this is Will." The HR lady I talked to had a soothing tone in her voice. I instantly knew I wasn't in trouble. Turns out I just became elegible for Health Insurance, which I waived because I'm already covered by my parents insurance. I then went back to putting out stock and refolding shirts for the billionth time, only to turn around and have customers make a mess in user three seconds. Needless to say, my shift end came very fast and I happily drove home in my car that has balding tires and half a tank of gas because I'm strapped for cash. I'm currently looking for a second job. Hopefully either somewhere close, or work at home. But no scams. All I find are scams. I want something real that makes money. I don't expect to do nothing but I do expect decent compensation for the work I do do because I would dedicate basically all my free time to it, but I digress.

Then I came home and wrote randomly in my journal until dinner. Then I went back to writing until I had to go to bed.

~~ Will

Explination of "What Box"

Bet you are all wondering what "What Box" has to do with anything at all with this blog. Truth is, it's random. I was talking to my phone to one of my friends and we were multi-chatting. Having one chat by phone and the other on im. Oh yeah. We're talented. And on im we were talking about where I though he put his shoes and we were talking up names for the blog on the phone. And I kept telling him on Im that his shoes were in a box. And on the phone we weren't getting anywhere on a unique name. So I told him the next thing he said would be the name. And this is after he basically checked every box in his house for his shoes. So on Im I said for the billionth time "they're in the box". And he explodes on the phone, "WHAT BOX?!?". So that's how it became what box.

Now. If I decided to create a production company named WhatBox Inc, I'd say "what box" means that we are so origional thinkers and think so much "out of the box" that we refuse to recognize the standard thinking box. Thus. What box. But you know the real story.

~~ Will

Welcome

Hi, my name is Will. I'm 19 and suffer from ADHD. Well... I don't think suffer is the correct word since i love being me and use it to my advantage. Most people think that ADD is another excuse for "lazy people". WRONG! It's real and I have the brain scans to prove it. I've been told multiple times I have a wild imagination and a very high intelligence by people OTHER than family. I love to write because i can take one tiny idea and run with it and turn it into a intricate and interwebed plot. The hard thing is to get it from my head to my hand before it goes **POOF** I'll try to work on that and see if I can surpass JK Rowling and Stephenie Meyer. But Anyways This is where I'll post everyday life, commentary, random reviews, and the occasional story to showcase my writing skills.

until next post,

~~Will.