Spent half my night calling a wrong number trying to get a hold of someone. Wrote down his cell phone # at work, and put a totally different one in my phone. Am I a moron? Maybe. So now I have the number! Yea! Just have to wait a few hours to call him. Lol.
Last night, did some errands, then did some writing, and thinking and reading. Helped my Mom move some boxes around and listened to her complain for the 18th time about Christmas not working out the way she'd hoped. She brings it up every time I see or hear from her, it seems like. How much FUN Is THAT??? Not really as much as you'd think.
I did watch Real World, the first episode of Real World San Diego. It's kind of a guilty pleasure of mine, but this season looks to be interesting. The previews showed two separate house members being arrested by police, on different occasions, it appeared. Also, they are going to be operating some sort of cruise boat, and it looked as though they crashed into someone else's on one episode. Oh, and the not so pretty girl with the weird metal in her lip got drunk, climbed all over the guy all the girls liked, and then fell down twice on her way to passing out in her bed, then vomiting in it. They showed he sleeping next to a pile of puke. What a great first impression she must have given to her housemates. Oh, and that guy, called his girlfriend of 4+ years on his second day in the house and broke up with her saying that they should see other people. THAT was hard to predict!
Weather here is still pretty damn cold, but it seems to be getting a little better. Weird that the cold caused the directionals on the truck to not work, but that's Ford for you, right? Nothing makes sense.
Hmm, wonder if I can still write half-assed poetry.
Brittle cracks the ice
over the heart of the frozen
snow on the grass on the earth
deep down things growing
waiting for the spring
to burst forth, to bloom
Quiet whispers pierce the night
echoing the silence of winter
wishing for the songs of birds
the scampering of squirrels
the life of other seasons to return.
(I like winter, myself. Really I do.)
C