Monday, December 29, 2003

i wonder why i never seem to finish anything i start...

The holidays are drawing to a close and this means I am back to work again. I had a nice visit with the family. The drive there was nice (see this and that), the drive back was scary. It stormed the whole way. I got some cool gifts including the American favorite...kitchenware (Lori, you're a freak). Big Papa got me a printer/scanner combo that will knock your socks off its so sweet! Yea, good times.

I've spent the last few evenings cleaning and doing laundry. I changed a few things on my website (removed almost everything from the images page). I guess I'm just trying to get back into the groove of the work week. I went to work today, but didn't do much work. In fact, I don't think anyone did much work today at the office. They mostly just wandered around. I'm not quite sure what was going on except that maybe this is just what happens after the holidays. People are full of food and brain-dead. Hmmm...maybe this is why I don't feel like typing anything else right now.

.::WEBSITE UPDATE::.

gosh, you certainly do suck.

Tuesday, December 16, 2003

and anyway so like yea and stuff...

Tired of looking at the snow picture below? The snow didn't last anywhere near as long as that last post did.

I wish there was something interesting that I could say right now, but there isn't. I've been doing pretty much the same thing everyday lately. Maybe that can be slightly interesting to talk about. Well, here goes:

I get up at 6:00 or 6:30, depending on how many times I feel like stretching my body from my bed to my alarm clock 4 feet away to push the snooze button (I usually hook my feet around the sheets to help me hold on and plant my right hand on the floor and use my left hand to find the button). The third time's usually the charm. Then I get ready for work. As I get ready for work it takes me, on average, 5 minutes to decide what to wear (I usually have my mind made up when I first wake up, but I stand at the doorway of my closet scratching my ass and staring at my clothes), 30 minutes to take a shower, dry off, and get dressed (this is because I fall asleep standing up in the shower or act out situations in my head that may occur during the day), 10 minutes to brush my teeth and shave (I can't figure out why it takes that long), 5 minutes to put my shoes on and find my keys (they're both always in places that I don't remember putting them), and 5 more minutes to put on my coat and warm up my truck before leaving for work. Now...if its a 6:00 day add 10 minutes to make breakfast, 10 minutes to eat it, and another 10 minutes to maybe make something to take for lunch. If its one of those rare 7:00 days just scratch off the part about the shower. Mark and I usually car pool to work accept on Tuesdays and Thursdays, because those are the days that I work at Pier One at night. If it's my turn to drive, I magically take off about a minute from each thing and use those 5 or 6 minutes to drive to Mark's house to pick him up. If it's Mark's turn to drive, instead of taking 5 minutes to put on my coat and warm up my truck I take about 30 seconds or less to put on my coat and then I somehow blow the remaining time by staring at the wall.

Next, the long drive to work and the sometimes boring/sometimes exciting day ahead...

I'm getting tired. I'll finish the story later, unless nobody wants me to.

Saturday, December 13, 2003

look at this crap...

my feet are wet

Wednesday, December 10, 2003

it's not a half day or anything...

It took me two hours to get to work today! It was not fun. I watched as cars all around me went into the ditch left and right. I saw cars upside down, sideways, inside out, and backwards. When I left the house this morning, I had no idea what I was getting myself into. It wasn't until 30 minutes had passed and I hadn't even reached I-540 that I realized I had made a mistake. I shouldn't have even left the house until 11 or 12. Oh, well. I'm back from work safe and sound now, enjoying the indoors.

Tuesday, December 09, 2003

it was 60 degrees this afternoon, i swear...

how strange...

It's snowing!!!

Sunday, December 07, 2003

i said i don't want anything for christmas...

It sure is an uncomfortable feeling when someone who you weren't going to give a Christmas gift to says that they already bought you something. I think it's better for you to hear from someone else that they might get you something. That way you have time to prepare a response if they bring it up in conversation the next time they see you. In those borderline friendship/acquaintance relationships, I think some people use the Christmas gift or birthday gift as a way of figuring out just how good of friends you actually are. Like if you go ahead and get them a gift, then they will know that you really want to keep them as a friend (or at least like them enough to not want to piss them off). If you want to give them the message "Hey, we really aren't friends. Why do you keep talking to me?" Then just don't get them a gift at all after they tell you specifically that they got you something. If you want to turn it around and find out who your real friends are, tell them you're dirt poor and don't give them any gifts for several years straight even if they continue to give you gifts. If they actually realize that you're dirt poor and continue giving you gifts then they are probably your real friends...real crazy friends, but real good friends none the less. If you understood all of this the first time you read it, then you probably aren't my friend. Then again, if you actually took the time to read this even once, you probably ARE my friend. If not, then you are now.

Wednesday, December 03, 2003

saturday, donny, is the jewish day of rest...

I already can't wait until this Saturday. It's the only day of the week that I don't have to work at all. This also means that it's one of the busiest days of the week because I use it to do everything that I didn't have time to do during the rest of the week. If I were Jewish, it wouldn't be possible for me to be Shomer Shabbat. My Saturday would burn away as I sat at home and stared at the wall. Yea, right.