Iffy at best

So yeah, all of you who check this blog out at least once a day, sorry for not updating.

My boss came back to the office today and so I've been working my ass off to complete all the assignments she left while she was gone. Tough.

Anyway, last Thursday, in my American Culture class, I gave a short lecture (only an hour and a half) on the history and cultural significance of film in our fair country. The kids ate it up and yesterday they came to me with the idea that maybe they should watch Casablanca.

It is my opinion that it is one of, if not THE greatest film from the U.S. so I agreed. This morning I checked it out from the library and we watched the first half in class. I'm really not sure how much the kids enjoyed it but at least they were engaged.

At the tech job today I felt like every little thing I did was something wrong. I also found out that there's the possibility I could be wrong about the possibility of getting promoted for next semester, which would suck. We'll see how it turns out though.

I got home from work DEAD tired and didn't want to do anything. I took a really quick nap on my bed and then Ahniwa dragged me out to swing dancing.

Oh My God.

I think I may actually have some skill at dancing. WHO KNEW?! After about half an hour of freaking out I finally got my confidence up to be able to do some cool moves and ended up dancing with a couple of cute girls.

Now, I don't want to sounds sexist or misogynist, but seriously, swing dancing is the only time that you get to have a beautiful woman you don't know literally throwing herself at you, and it's ok to touch her hips.

Now it's like 1:30am here so I must go to bed.

Please don't download too much porn, I only have a little space left on my hard drive.

twosome sounds like Tucson!

So I'm sitting here onmy bed at 1:24am and dunno why.

I think it may be because I had a cup of hot chocolate before I came upstairs.

I didn't get that much of my grading done. I should have, but I'm easily distracted and didn't really want to do it in the first place.

On the other hand, I did get a head start on cleaning my room. Tomorrow I'll hang my posters.

I also want to get some of my artwork colored. Don't know how I'm going to do that though. We'll see.

Alright, I'm off to bed.

SWEET dreams.

I'm really too tired to be posting right now. It's saturday afternoon and I should be correcting papers but I'm not. I'm finding all kinds of distractions.

There's a huge bowl of Mac & Cheese in front of me that I don't think I'm going to be able to finish.

This weekend is going to be a very short one I feel. Much too short for my taste.

Anyway, I'm going to go do some laundry and maybe clean my room. I might write more later.

Ciao!

So I got this letter the other day from an ex girlfriend. She said that she hoped I was doing well and that I felt as blessed as she does. This made me cringe because she considers herself blessed due to her two kids. If that's the definition of blessed, I hope I don't get 'blessed' for a LONG time!

22% of all the hits on my page are from France, 4% are from England a bundle are from the south of the US and then 40% are from Washington state. That's just cool. 38 visitors as of 2:24pm on Thursday. Not bad, not bad. Who all's reading this page? It makes me wonder... post a comment if you like. You can do it in perfect annonymity if your secret identity might be compromised.

Anyway, today has been really long. I partied like a rock star last night and now I'm paying for it. Wednesdays really aren't the days to do that kinda stuff. Especially since Thursdays are my hell days.

I hate wednesdays. There's a series of books with a main character named Penrod that were written in the 20's I believe, maybe earlier, and he hated wednesdays as well. I agree with why: On wednesday, last weekend was too long ago to remember and next weekend is too far off to see. GLURG. But today's thursday (day of the monkey!) so it's all good.

In the cafeteria today I bought a burger and fries, as per usual. The mardi gras party in my mouth started when the lunchlady asked if I wanted free pizza. You see, I arrived late and they were going to dump all the food out so instead of that option she decided to be nice to me and share the love...or just the pizza. And I was fine with that.

Ahniwa's here. I'm gonna smoke. I'll post more in a bit.

Tylenol will save the world with it's pain killing power of DOOOM!!!!!!

So I'm sitting here at my desk, bored out of my mind, and I shouldn't be. There's too much stuff to get done and yet I just can't bring myself to do it.

I think there's a flea in my sock. I hate fleas.

Sugar high's are amazing. I feel ALIVE!

There, that flea is dead.

There's a dead rose on my desk. Over the last week I've watched this thing go from the picture of health to a shriveled image of its former self. Sad how all things must pass. Even roses.

So Ahniwa and I had lunch at Happy Teriyaki (as opposed to the sad kind) and at lunch we discussed, surprise surprise, girls. It's amazing really what other people notice and you just don't pick up on. He said that he and a friend had been disucssing the fact that they hang out with some beautiful people and that these people get hit on all the time. The problem with this is that these beautiful people don't seem to notice that it's happening to them.

The upshot of this is that I was insulted that Ahniwa would call me unobservant and I sicked my ninjas in training on him. They're forcing him to do data entry every afternoon until his arms fall off.

Ok, that last paragraph was a lie.

The truth is that I am completely blind when it comes to girls. A girl would have to hit me over the head with a 2x4 (a large piece of wood, for all you Frenchies) and drag me back to her cave in order to get me to notice that she's flirting with me. And all that 'boyish charm' I seem to exude is really just a cover for the fact that girls still scare the living hell out of me. I don't understand them and I don't think I ever will.

There's a line from the John Cusack film, High Fidelity, where he states that as pre-teens, girls have something we want but we don't know what it is or why. I can say that as I've grown up I've found out exactly what it is I want, but I still don't know why. I think maybe this is what pisses girls off about us, in general. Girls are looking for an intimate connection (at least some of them are) and to a guy it's just two people gettin' REALLY close together. Hmmm...

Anyway, High Fidelity is full of good quotes. For example, a dating situation in high school arises and he says, "It was as if breasts were little pieces of property anexed by the opposite sex, and we wanted them back." hehe

Scrampbamboodleoodlenoodlescroodledoodle tee hee treedledeewhome?

I really wish this Jason Lester's computer would just fix itself.

Me: ITS help desk, how can I help you?
Lady on the phone (LOTP): I can't save. it says the disk is full.
Me: Have you tried putting a new disk in?
LOTP: No. I'm trying to save it to the network.
Me: Oh. Well then have you tried cleaning out your My Documents folder on the server?
LOTP: I cleaned out as much as I could over the summer and now it's telling me it's full again.
Me: How much space does it say you're using?
LOTP: 389MB.
Me: Good GOD lady! What are you doing? Downloading PORN?!
LOTP: Don't speak to me that way young man!
Me: Listen Lady On The Phone, I control your goddam computer and therefore your life. If I want you to only have 389MB of storage space, that's what you get. Why don't you just save it to your department folder?
LOTP: But then I'd have to look in three different places to find anything!
Me: Once again, HOW IS THIS MY PROBLEM?! YOU are the one saving the dinosaur sized files of doom!
LOTP: You know what, you're right. I think you just convinced me that it is all my fault and that I cannot continue to be this much of a bitch. Thank you for helping me see the light.
Me: Just doing my job ma'am.

(This conversation has been edited for fun and profit -ed)

So there's nothing else to report. Ahniwa and I are going to see "Rozenzcrantzs and Gildensturn Be Dead, y0!" at the local theatre. Should be all kinds of kickass.

Hope you all have an incredible THURSDAY (day of the monkey! WHOO!)!

--TA ta

After a long morning of teaching, I'm sitting here at my desk reading online comics and thinking about how really messed up the world is.

Then I remember the joy of eating Hostess Twinkies as a kid. Do you know about these magical treats? I sure do. I'm happy that Twinkies, Kool Aid and Wonderbread will never die.

And now, after having spent the whole day in the Learning Center, I am going home. I may update more later on. Have fun with those links kids...especially that last one ;)

Error # 67895 - too much caffein. Please reboot.

1. I'm red/green colorblind
2. no, this doesn't mean I can't see red or green
3. I'm a technophile
4. I'd like to think I'm a cunning linguist
5. two girls have broken up with me for God
6. I still hold this against them
7. I feel like a traitor owning a cell phone
8. I like to drink too much
9. I justify it by saying, "Hey, I'm only 24!"
10. I enjoy playing video games more than the company of friends sometimes
11. no, I don't think it's a problem
12. I love to read but I hate taking the time to do it
13. my favorite book of all time is stil Treasure Island
14. I HATE telephones
15. I'm unreliable
16. I don't mean to be
17. I'm racked with guilt by it
18. I wish I could live more decicively
19. I love to draw more than anything else in the world
20. I'm deathly afraid that if I did it full time that I'd learn to hate it
21. I don't have many close friends
22. I don't have enough time to spend with the ones I have already
23. I'm a horrible flirt
24. I make commitments I can't keep
25. and then forget I made them
26. I fall in love with every girl I see
27. I only ask out the crazy ones who are wrong for me
28. I've never had a relationship that lasted more than a year
29. I'm much too promiscuous
30. I don't think this is a serious problem yet
31. I love techno music
32. I love dj music
33. I love house music
34. yes, there is a difference
35. I'm secretly jealous of my younger brother
36. France is my favorite place on earth
37. I'm not working hard enough to get back there
38. I don't sleep enough
39. this is because I'm afraid I'm going to miss something important if I fall asleep
40. I don't take enough risks
41. I've never hit on a random girl at a bar
42. I wish I was still in school
43. I'm politically conservative
44. I'm socially liberal
45. I really like swing dancing
46. I'm deathly afraid of making an ass of myself
47. I always try to say the right thing
48. for me, the right thing is usually what people want to hear
49. this gets me into all kinds of trouble
50. I don't have a favorite food
51. my entertainment center is my favorite posession
52. I love to complain about things that don't matter
53. And then ignore the things that do
54. I don't get enough exercise
55. I've run a half-marathon before
56. It was because I was depressed
57. over the love of a girl
58. I'm over it now
59. I no longer run
60. I make up other excuses about why
61. I'm making a concerted effort not to put down my friends
62. Especially the ones I look up to
63. I look up to both of my roommates
64. both of them are shorter than I am
65. But I draw them bigger and cooler than myself
66. I'm horrible with money
67. and even worse when it really matters
68. I take insult when advice is offered
69. I'm trying not to anymore
70. I really enjoy sex.
71. I'm constantly worried that my partner hates it and isn't telling me
72. This is a complex that developed
73. sometimes it makes me so nervous that I lose all my self-confidence
74. One girl is all it takes to ruin you forever
75. but then again, all it takes is one girl to fix it
76. I really want to act
77. the last time I acted was in the 3rd grade
78. Humphrey Bogart is my hero
79. I wish I could stick with my writing
80. I hate it when things aren't tidy
81. I'm an existentialist
82. I have no faith in humanity
83. I have absolute faith in humanity's potential
84. I have hope that we will live up to it
85. I believe there's a justification for everything
86. I have a hard time being admired
87. I don't pay attention to the news like I should
88. I think I look like a dork in my glasses
89. I HATE getting my haircut
90. IT NEVER LOOKS GOOD
91. I like to look sexy
92. I don't think I pull it off very much
93. I hate how tall I am
94. I wish I was less conspicuous
95. I also get off on how conspicuous I am
96. I'm a secret fan of all things nostalgic
97. I love living near Mt. Rainier
98. I could lie on the floor and listen to jazz all day
99. I've kissed a French girl!...but not on Pont Neuf (a response to Ahniwa's list)
100. The fact that I'm alive makes me happier than I can ever say

haha, and all while I'm at work! I LOVE getting paid for this stuff ;)

there really isn't anything like digesting a burger.

I think I'm going to draw this afternoon and then play darts tonight.

My god...the girl who works two offices down from me is amazingly beautiful. She's wearing this knee length skirt with a subtle light blue flower print, a black shirt and knee high black leather boots. When she walks down the hall with that masked grin and twinkling eyes it looks...radiant. I'm crushing hard-core. But I'll never talk to her. oh, how the romantic suffering pains me! snook!

Alright, I'm gonna let you digest all this and go draw. Have a fantastically amazing afternoon and a happy new year! For Halloween I suggest pulling a TIM/AHNIWA/THEO and dress up like it's Christmas. I think I wanna be super-skinny santa!

see you space monkey!

"Fidelity to the law of one's own being is a trust in this law, a loyal perseverance and confident hope; in short, an attitude such as a religious man should have towards God."

-- Carl Jung, "The Development of Personality"

I remember sitting in Le Kentucky and drinking HORRIBLY cheap tequila shots with no lime and even less salt. Hehe, good times, good times.

So I'm still on my lunch break and I'm sitting here contemplating my fries. They're not saying too much, which is probly a good thing.

My soda is nearly gone, but that's a good thing too.

So yeah, there's this mushy yellow cake with white frosting that litterally has my name written on it and my mouth is wattering.

I think I'm going to file some stuff and then do some drawing. I know that's not my job, but I figure it's close enough...plus no one's watching ;)

oo, time for a cigarette. Back in a bit.

ta ta!

oooohhhhhmmmmmmm


There's your ounce of zen for the morning!

Everyone else seems to be in the middle of doing a "top 100 things about me!" list on their blogs. And by everyone I mean the like 6 blogs that I actually take the time to read.

I've had 5 page views today and it's not even 10am!...QUIT HITTING REFRESH, AHNIWA! ;)

Either that or I'm popular...damn!

I bought a gradebook today! whoot!

A colleague that really appreciated all my help with replacing the A drive on his computer brought by a nice yellow cake. None of my co-workers eat cake. I shall share it with the guys.

My appologies to Amy. I got drunk and said I'd call her. I didn't. My inability to respond to people will definately go on my 100 list.

I'm salivating over this yellow cake.

Well, I'm off to teach english as a second language. Wish me luck!

-snurkle

Wow...I just spent the last two days playing video games. My mind is complete mush. I have never done that before... I'm still wearing my pjs. Funny.

Anyway, I'll update all regular like while I'm at work tomorrow.

-(insert some cool exit line here)

So where are you? What are you doing? Why haven't we met before?!

I showed some of my art to my Japanese ninjas in training. They were impressed. I was impressed by their impression.

I've had too much coffee and too little donuts.

I'm at work but I don't think it matters.

I finally got my own key to my office! Took 'em long enough, sheesh!

So...it's Friday. Do you have plans? I do. The second I get off work...or maybe five minutes earlier...I'm going to leave, head down to the Brotherhood and start to drink. Should be all kinds of kooky fun!

You know what I really miss? French Croissants. And being able to get a really good shot of coffee. I live in the northwest so you'd think it'd be easy to get either of those things, but no.

Tim and I scanned a BUNCH of new comic stuff for the web page so that might be up and running any day now. Check the rough draft out right here.

My weekend seems surprisingly bare of things to do. I like it like that though. The last few weeks have been crazy-nutz so this is a welcome reprieve.

Adobe illustrator rocks my pants like The Artist Formerly Known as Prince.

I hated him when he was Prince and I f'n LOATH the bastard now.

Anyway, I'm going to spend the next hour smoking and talking shit about the finance department. Write home soon!

Giraffe!

Yesterday was fun! I had too many g&ts after poetry on wednesday and then got 3 hours of sleep before having to teach French, English, then work on computers all day.

Right now I don't have a car so I must take the bus each morning. Yesterday morning the bus was nearly full so I had to sit in the very back, you know that back bench? Well I sat right in the middle. I was between these two guys and one was talking about his love for jumping from bridges. He likes to jump from very high ones into water. Now I have no problem with this necessarily, but his ineloquent way of putting it was, "I love to fall, man." Imagine that said with a horribly faked southern drawl that comes only from the small towns south of Olympia and you'll get an idea of the horror.

So anyway, this guy is talking about this and then tells a story about the last time he did it. This buddy of his wanted to do it to so they went to this bridge where I-5 (the big interstate freeway) crosses a river, just south of Olympia. They walk out to the middle of the bridge and that's when his friend backs out. He's thinking of chickening himself so he tells his friend to push him. His friend refuses, understandably, and so this first kid tells his friend to shake his hand then just kinda let go. The friend agrees to this so they do it. On the way down, the kid forgets to tuck his head in and it nearly snaps his neck when he hits the water.

So he swims to shore where his girlfriend was waiting with the car. That's when 500 (I kid you not, he said 500) police cars show up to haul his ass to jail. They cops were going to get his friend too but both guys insisted that they had just been shaking hands, nothing more. Apparently there were many calls to the cops from cell phones on the freeway so they showed up quickly. So the guy got arrested.

I expected the story to end there but it didn't.

The guy then pulls out a copy of playboy and starts to make horribly lascivious comments about the women inside. Then he says, "Well, I'm happy to be out. Won't let ya have stuff like this inside." I assumed he meant prison, and I was right.

His buddies started asking him how much 'time' he'd done and he said about 2 years down at Green Hill. (Green Hill is a juvenile detention facility south of Olympia.) The first six months were for custodial assault, and the rest was for a hate crime.

The guys went silent. A hate crime? Yes. "You see this tat, man?" he asked. His buddy said no and everyone stared at it. Sure enough, dude's all about white power.

So I'm sitting on this bus with a hate-crime comitting, bridge jumping, tatooed skin-head while on no coffee and sleep dep. What a day!

Anyway, I gotta go to work. Just wanted to tell someone the story!

Love,
The houseplants

So I've given up on my superhero quest. Nobody, and I do mean nobody, believed me.

My boss left for a week today at noon. She had to get her nails done before she took off. I guess that if I can take a 10 minute smoke break every 4 hours it stands to reason that she gets 1.5 hour lunches and afternoons off to get her nails done.

I paid $5 for a small bowl of chicken soup for lunch. Like my roommate said, "It's no $5 milkshake." Anybody catch the reference? I did. But then again, I consider myself clevererest of the monkies.

Spelling is no issue for me.

neither is grammar.

I should start doing drugs.

And yoga.

I think I need to become more centered.

Oh, and I need to learn how to play the guitar.

I'd like a porsche too.

I have this horrible crick in my neck today. I can't turn my head to the left. It's amazing what this does though. I end up turning to face everybody I talk to and it has actually changed the way people respond to me.

Damn, before work is over I need to fill out my time card.

I really think that someone should write a user's manual for the phone on my desk that isn't in japanese. I have no idea how to transfer people so I basically just give them an extension and tell them to call that number.

Me: I'm sorry, I can't really help you but here's the extension number!

Woman on the phone (WOTP): Well...can't you just transfer me?

Me: What? Hell no! Do you know how complicated that is?

WOTP: You do work with computers, right?

Me: Hey woman on the phone, checking IP addresses, installing motherboards and troubleshooting a network is CHILDSPLAY compared to the red leds and grey buttons of my phone.

WOTP: You know what, you're right. I'm sorry to have called and bothered you, stressing you out beyond all reason with my completely ridiculous request.

Me: Damn straight you are. Bye.

(Parts of the conversation were edited for fun and profit)

So where was I...Oh yes, it's been raining for the last two days. Now I do live in the beautiful pacific northwest so some rain is normal. But the torrential downpours that have hit us over the last few days have been horrible for me. I hate the rain (until it's not there anymore) and I'm being reminded with every single wet sock that I have to wash how much I miss France.

There's something to be said for having the perfect mate. I don't know what that is, but I'm absolutely sure that I'd have something to say if I had.

I really like the word aerosol.

END-USER INFORMATION SYSTEMS

So what's the dillio?

I spent the whole night swing dancing. What raucus fun!

Now I'm eating chicken noodle soooop. What delicious fun!

And I'm watching a French film. What artsy fun!

Soooo, the guys and I created a website to show off our artwork. La Casa Comics. It's just in it's most primordial stages right now but it'll be big soon. Like next week hopefully.

I've had WAAAYYY too many hot dogs in the last two days. I gotta cut that out.

I called in sick to work today. I was faking it. Instead I played video games, drew, and corrected papers all day. Oh, and I cleaned the house. WhooT!

So yeah, that chicken noodle soup is getting cold on the counter. I'm gonna go slurp. So I'm outie 5k.

Seamless.

The democrats were in the lunchroom today trying to convert my japanese students:

D: Would you like to join the democratic party?

JS: what is that?

D: Well, it's a political party.

And that's when my students whipped out their ninja in training skillz and kicked some ass. God bless those kids.

Limp Bizkit needs to just fall off the face of this planet. And it wouldn't hurt if they drug Rod Stewart with them.

Charging one dollar for two cookies doesn't seem very fair to me. But I paid it anyway.

It's funny how all the things that are in short supply are exactly the things you need.

Is it bad that I'm an every evening drinker? I don't think so but it does make me a little tired the next day.

Self control, self control, self control. My new mantra. Starting tomorrow. Tonight, I party like a swingin' cowboy.

So where's the love people?

Cheap ass, crumbly cookies. No good. No good I tell you!

I had to three-hole-punch today. Honestly, I'd rather huff paint.

And now the cookies are gone. Hmmm. I miss my cookies.

That 24 port hub of love is now gone from my office. I miss that too.

My boss said that the office wasn't girly enough (I work in the same office as my boss) so she's going to replace the reference manuals with teddy bears. I'm thinking of just calling the people who watch over our 'good practices.' I wonder what they'd say...

The super-hero thing isn't all it's cracked up to be. It's just crack. It's amazing how many people don't believe you, even if you have a business card.

Well, I gotta go collect more signatures.

Salut mes amis!

Do you remember Sifle and Olie? I do.

I, my friends, am a glorified secretary.

So what happens when you challenge a bunch of japanese college kids to tennis when you haven't played the game in a year or so? I guess I'll find out.

GODDAMMIT! If my boss doesn't change the radio station we're listening to soon I'm gonna get cerbral palsy and a heart worm.

I had a burger for lunch and the damn thing is still fighting for its life.

I need more cigarettes.

Have you ever written a letter to someone and had them respond as if they never even got the damn thing?! What's worse is when they did get it, they reference it, and yet they didn't understand a damn word. Holy fuckin hell.

There needs to be less justice in the world. In fact, to play my part I'm taking justice into my own hands. From this point on I'm an official super hero. I'm in the midst of making my own business cards that certify me as a superhero and give me the right to dispense my own brand of "TED" justice wherever I like.

My god...roxette just came on and it's being followed by ace of base. WHO still listens to this music? I need a beer and a full psychological work-up.

Alright, I gotta go help some punk-ass kids with their computer issues. "My computer won't start!" me: have you tried plugging it IN?!

Would you like to buy a monkey?

Here's some monkey justice for all you primate-o-philes

So yeah, this is a fun trip.

I really wish that I had enough money to buy myself a __________. (fill in the blank)

Have I ever told you how much I hate voice messaging? Well I hate it.

So yeah, there's this hot chick who was all asking me if I remembered her name and when I said no she slapped my ass. Yesterday was weird.

Have you ever had too much greasy stuff to eat for lunch and then you just feel like shit until you're hungry again? That's happening to right now.

I should start writing hikus.

There's this girl here at work that I never talk to. She's REALLY beautiful and works about two doors down from my office. I never talk to her because she's always working and I have no excuse to start a conversation and also because her beauty is intimidating. Yesterday she was wearing black business style pants with an incredibly tight black shirt with a white shirt on underneath. The effect was a goth one and though I rarely find this look attractive, this girl was downright radiant. That kind of thing should be admired all the time. And contrary to popular belief, admiration of beauty does not make one shallow. Even if one happens to be a guy.

On sexuality and admiration: For me, yes, there is definately more sexual attraction that goes into the admiration of a girl as compared to a guy, but come on, that's normal. Girls go around calling each other sexy, beautiful, gorgeous, and no one bats an eye. They can even use those terms on guys and they may not be sexually attracted to him. But when a guy uses these terms to describe a girl it has an automatic sexual connotation. The disperity between the genders and and the inequality that brings up has been the subject of many a stand-up comedy routine and though I do want this to be comedic, I'm also just ranting. Just because a man's compliment has sexuality attached to it doesn't make him shallow. woof. Hehe, THAT hasn't been brewing for a while!

Alright, I gotta work. And unfortunately I must return that 24 port hub of love to ITS today. Too bad.

Farewell my monkey goddess!

There was a far off cry, I think it came from the hills, and it said something about cheese. One can never be sure in these parts.

So, yeah, I don't believe in reincarnation. But I do believe in Carnation hot chocolate. I really hope there's a nice, beautiful girl out there somewhere who enjoys long walks on the beach and witty, intellectual banter over a steaming hot cup of that stuff. But I digress.

The phone calls just won't stop at this job. And neither will the filing of paperwork. I REALLY need a cigarette.

I'm in the middle of, like, nine different projects, none of which seem achievable right now. And without any money, EVERYTHING seems hopeless. It's amazing how badly I seem to need money and how frivously I spend it when I possess the damn stuff.

Fuck spellcheck. Spell free or die bitch!

There's a gigantic spider on the wall that I would much rather watch than kill.

Anyone need a 24 port hub? I've got one sitting next to me. Wait...I think I'll be keeping this one. Apparently it's a 24 port hub of love.

Well, I'm outie 5k. Have a kickass rest of the day and write when you can. me? I gotta do shit. Love ya sweet cakes!

*sheeeww fly*

Well, there really ain't nothing like sticking a hot dog in a toaster, I swear. Not that I've ever done that...

Anyway, nothing new is going on. Nothing at all. Well, except for, you know, stuff. And Rober Palmer now playing on the radio. WhooT!

The job's going well. That's where I am now. I'm updating my blog at work. That's all KINDS of spiffy. But this is the longest damn afternoon I've had in a while. At least it's not raining.

This morning, in my class, we were talking about neighbors and I was reminiscing about this neighbor I once had who had a pitbull with rabies. She had the damn thing staked out on the lawn with this gigantic chain. The dog would just run around the stake in circles, foaming at the mouth and trying to get at the little kids from the building standing playing in the sandbox not five feet away. Wait, nevermind. That never happened.

This evening I have no plans. If you want to do something you should call me.

Anyway, I'm going down to the dorms in a bit to help some softball players with their 'problems'. I'll let you know how that goes.

Böööyahhhhahahahah!