Two really bad weeks in a row. I'm almost done, but something my friend said made my week last Friday that cheered me up.
"Hey how's it going?" I said.
"Pretty good man," he replied, "there's something I wanted to tell you."
"Yeah?" I said curiously.
"Well, I had a dream the other night, but the setting was kind of like that movie 28 days later."
"Really?"
"Yeah, dude you had a gun and you were shooting zombies the whole time."
"Sweet!"
"Yeah man, the funny thing though was that you had a racoon hat on."
"Like Davy Crockett?"
"Yeah like one of those fur hats. You were going around blasting zombies in a Davy Crockett hat. It was weird."
"Hah, that is weird."
"Well, I just thought I'd let you know."
That was cool.
Ever have a feeling certain people are are talking about you? You're observing them, one person comes up to another, with their backs to you and one person leans in slightly to another and says something. You aren't quite sure if your suspicions are true, but after the listener has heard whatever it is, they pause for a moment, then turn around to glance at you. Ahh what a give away! Suspicion confirmed! Once they see you are staring right a them, they quickly turn away as if they were just looking around, and say something back to the other person next to them.
My watch stopped working back on the 7th. Hmm. Batteries.
While doing homework (go figure) I was listening to my Dallas Stars who won in a shootout again, thanks to Jussi Jokinen. Anyways, here's a tribute to you Jussi, 9 for 9 in shootout goals....geez that's awesome. And Dallas who is now 41-18-3 with 85 points and only 5 points back from a President's Trophy. God bless the Finnish, and I am going to get back to being a self destructive zombie. Peace
I can already tell this is going to be the single most worst week of 2006. For starts, I don't know what the hell my problem is; I can't sleep. I tossed and turned all night trying to favor my legs which are all cut up around the knees from baseball. Plus I have a fever, and all night long I just kept thinking and worrying about bs so I never passed out except once. I can only remember getting something like 1 hour and 20 mins of sleep somewhere because after 5:00am I never fell back asleep and watched the blinds in the room get brighter and brighter.So I feel like hell, and from now to Friday morning I have to.......get cash and wash my uniform for the weekend, finish 100 more pages of this book and type up a 5 page review about it, write a 5 page midterm project for archaeology, study for a quiz both tuesday and thursday, read 4 chapters of Martin Luther's biography, study for a cartography test that the prof said will be very hard, study for a test on friday, and pack to be gone to KC for the weekend.Oh yeah, do this around work and baseball practice. Sick too? Suck it up. I guess this bitching is more of a to-do list and a way to vent. That's what I made this for though right?
I Saw my boss laugh till he turned red in the face today. If you knew the guy this was something that doesn't and never should happen. He's the kind of person you just get a vibe from that makes you feel uncomfortable. I told him: "My friend and I think it will cool to see this pornography debate that the school is hosting, and we are expecting the two speakers to really go at it. Plus all the Bible-Thumpers will probably be there putting in their two cents. You know. Really see people at their worst."I was trying to be only slightly comical, Boss thought this was hilarious and even, yes, stomped his foot on the ground a few times he was laughing so hard. I don't think I've seen anyone do that in person before. He looked uncomfortable; like he forgot how to laugh properly. Plus, it just wasn't that funny.Smoking is gross.311 will be here in exactly 2 weeks.Harvey Birdman is hilarious.Rumors can and will kick your ass if you are not careful.
couldn't sleep last night, i tried to go to bed at 1:30. but i couldn't get comfortable i guess, and then got angry because i had to be up at 8---which only made it worse. this is starting to happen more and more, and i've found that if i sleep opposite on my bed (that is my head goes where my feet usually are) that this sometimes works.so the last time i remember seeing the clock it was 4. i am so furious in the mornings as it is; i absolutely loathe getting up at 7 or 8 every morning for work or class. i almost always wake up right before my alarm goes off, i squint at that red blur on my desk and see i have about 3 minutes before it sounds....and of course i can't go back to sleep because it's pointless, and so i force myself up and get ready. as soon as i wake, i feel that i hate the world with every fiber of my body. my roomate used to comment on how pissed off i looked every morning after i rolled out of bed. i have no idea why i get so angry....i guess just because i hate that i have to be up and i know i won't be coming back home until nighttime. even worse is i'm so dissoriented every morning as i get myself together and head out. i like to compare it to being drunk. i usually pack my books and set up my clothes for the next day the night before, so i don't have to think and fuck around with it the next morning. don't even get me started on putting my contacts in....that's a frickin mission in itself and i don't know how the hell i do that every morning. i have to look both ways to cross the streets to class/work like 3 times for each street because i can't process when it's okay to go. several times i've tried to hand the clerk at the dining hall for breakfast my drivers liscense or credit card instead of my student ID. what the hell!?
So Friday night my roomate and I played the role as chemists because we don't know how to mix drinks. Usually we have a case of beer and we start our evening slamming them down between laughs of Monty Python's Flying Circus episodes. But, this weekend all we were armed with was a massive amount of liquors that had to be mixed with either lemonade or hot cider. Nope, it was not that great. We had fun even though we didn't go out anywhere... I have a rule of only drinking on the weekends because that is MY TIME to cut loose. And my grades are great so I don't feel bad, instead I feel entitled.
.....my roomate stayed up until 4am to see Sin City and he liked it. I thought that was cool because a lot of people for some reason can't get it through their heads that this 'film' does indeed kick ass.
Saturday consisted of throwing some snowballs at strangers in the apartment complex, watching the "top 100 videos" on google, and enjoying some olympic hockey. That night my roomate AJ and I watched more Monty Python episodes whilst drinking alcoholic chemicals, and then headed off to the Love Shack, (friends' house). -Enjoyed some beer pong and good company but for some reason I ended up finding myself walking home in the snow early to pass out at the apartment. Oh yes, on the way back I went to see my sister...instead met one of her friends...who fed me some frosted flakes she was carrying around?
Sunday...geez, I don't remember doing a damn thing during the day, but that night my roomate Josh made tortilla soup and invited some people over. Josh and I went to see Underworld 2, I liked it. Kate Beckinsdale is pretty. Once we got back Scott, AJ, and I hammered out like 9-10 beers in about 2 hours watching Adult Swim. For some reason watching funny shows makes you drink fast. Irony....most of us were dressed in pjs, which was appropriate being that the party was a 'pj party'. I busted my ass twice on the ice outside, it was hilarious, only because I didn't hurt myself.
Monday was right out. You know, probably one of the best things about 3 day weekends is not just the fact that the weekend is longer but the work week is shorter and it seems to fly by. Reeses is the best candy ever.
