relief
updidiitydate time. wah-hoo. well, here we are at the end of the weekend. finally. it's weird, but i'm almost looking forward to going back to work tomorrow. almost. its been nice all this vacation stuff here lately, but it'll be nice to be making money again for a change. this thanksgiving, christmas, and new years stuff isnt doing much for my checkbook, since i'm not full-time and what not.
i feel alot better today. i got to sleep off whatever it was that was so screwed up with me last night. not all of it of course, but i got to do a bit of a personal delve today. had some time to think freely. played kickball with the kids, worked out for a change with my sister, hung out with a friend and got all her old clothes. i feel like christmas came to me all over again. i've got like 742 pair of jeans now. or at least 10 to 15, which is more than i've ever had in my life. (thanks, chelle!!) i just feel alot better today in general. i did several things that i wouldnt normally have done. my legs hurt like hell though after trudging up the mountain side on that exercise bike. damn. nope, nothing at all to do with the story, but my butt hurts from that stupid seat.
i got to watch anacondas today. oh, my gosh, was that movie a waste of time. now, you might say, "maybe if you didn't talk through the whole movie, you might have enjoyed it more." but then, you'd be wrong. i'm no snake expert, but that movie was sooooo unbelieveable unrealistic. but hey, what would a movie be without special blowing up effects and zinging catchphrases. apparently large snakes are explosive underwater, completely saturated with WATER. who knew?? and more importantly, who cared??
moving on...
i found an old diary of mine today. the first date in there was december 18, 1992. strange. i was 9 years old and certainly no poet at my young little age. very vague also. it was weird reading things before my wonderful life changing experience that all young children should go through, the sudden death of your best friend. it was weird how my speech changed after that. i noticed i developed a weird sense of sarcasm in the pages immediately following. nothing big, just everything before that was so matter of fact, and after that it was more inner dialogue of my mind talking and making jokes to itself. i started questioning more things after that. it went from "my class went to the circus today" to "i'm 10 years old and still afraid of the dark, but is that wrong?? i didnt think so." yeah, i dont know where all that came from, i just found that to be a strange read. i dont know...
moving on again...
well, i'm tired, cold, and full, so i reckon i'm gonna go ahead and go to bed. gotta be on time for work tomorrow. AND i have to dress 'professional', God forbid. the owner of the company is coming to town, so this should be exciting. yippee.
good night, everybody.
i feel alot better today. i got to sleep off whatever it was that was so screwed up with me last night. not all of it of course, but i got to do a bit of a personal delve today. had some time to think freely. played kickball with the kids, worked out for a change with my sister, hung out with a friend and got all her old clothes. i feel like christmas came to me all over again. i've got like 742 pair of jeans now. or at least 10 to 15, which is more than i've ever had in my life. (thanks, chelle!!) i just feel alot better today in general. i did several things that i wouldnt normally have done. my legs hurt like hell though after trudging up the mountain side on that exercise bike. damn. nope, nothing at all to do with the story, but my butt hurts from that stupid seat.
i got to watch anacondas today. oh, my gosh, was that movie a waste of time. now, you might say, "maybe if you didn't talk through the whole movie, you might have enjoyed it more." but then, you'd be wrong. i'm no snake expert, but that movie was sooooo unbelieveable unrealistic. but hey, what would a movie be without special blowing up effects and zinging catchphrases. apparently large snakes are explosive underwater, completely saturated with WATER. who knew?? and more importantly, who cared??
moving on...
i found an old diary of mine today. the first date in there was december 18, 1992. strange. i was 9 years old and certainly no poet at my young little age. very vague also. it was weird reading things before my wonderful life changing experience that all young children should go through, the sudden death of your best friend. it was weird how my speech changed after that. i noticed i developed a weird sense of sarcasm in the pages immediately following. nothing big, just everything before that was so matter of fact, and after that it was more inner dialogue of my mind talking and making jokes to itself. i started questioning more things after that. it went from "my class went to the circus today" to "i'm 10 years old and still afraid of the dark, but is that wrong?? i didnt think so." yeah, i dont know where all that came from, i just found that to be a strange read. i dont know...
moving on again...
well, i'm tired, cold, and full, so i reckon i'm gonna go ahead and go to bed. gotta be on time for work tomorrow. AND i have to dress 'professional', God forbid. the owner of the company is coming to town, so this should be exciting. yippee.
good night, everybody.
posted by Jane Q Doe at 11:43 PM
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