Well It's officially May now. Today I got up rather early. early for anyone else is usually around 5-6 AM, but not for me. For me early is any time before 3 PM. Yeah, I got up at 12:45 this afternoon. That's pretty early for me. I wasn't gonna get up at first whan I woke up, I initially had the thought "dude, go back to sleep," but I instead crawled out of bed and began my relatively productive day. I ate around 1:15 just to get rolling. Yeah. Pizza, the breakfast of champions. I then washed some clothes and cleaned up my room slightly. My mom had been on my case for the last few days to get something cleaned up, so i decided to clear away some of the clutter. with my bed being made and all today, my room didn't look half bad. Around 2 or so, I went to Beef's to pick up my last paycheck and then hit up the bank. If there is one thing that pisses me off (besides all the other stuff I've mentioned about pissing me off, that is), it's the line at the bank on a Friday afternoon. The damn thing was almost leading back out the door when I got there. It's just ridiculous. I should have used the drive through. At least that way I could listen to the music I like to hear when I'm waiting in line. Standing inside the building I have to replay whatever is stuck in my head to keep myself entertained, which at that time was the Coors Light "Wing Dog" song. Don't ask why that was stuck in my head, it would only confuse you. Had i known it was Friday before I left, I would have seriously reconsidered. Since my mom needed me to deposit a couple checks for her though, I had no choice. I ended up depositing like $650 into my account which was a rather good feeling. I rarely ever touch money once I put it into the bank which is in a way a good thing because I always have some money in case I NEED it. The bad part though is that I never have anything. I'll usually tell myself...
"Yo dude, you need to get some new shit. I mean really, some of this stuff you have around here is like cryptic, dude. Look at that freaking lamp!!! Man!! That thing is like straight out of the 1800s!!!"
That's more or less how my conversations with myself go. Tonight I finally got around to seeing Mark's appartment. It was bigger than I expected, but it was hotter than a fat guy's ass crack in there. I mean holy crap, when you start sweating when you're just sittin there, it's time to get out. It felt like I was in the kitchen at Beef's for part of the time. After leaving there, Vasu, Sean, and I all went to Denny's. I had what I always have when I don't know what to eat...the buffalo chicken sandwich. It's the ace in the hole when it comes to dining out. You can never go wrong with a buffalo chicken sandwich. The conversation Vasu, Sean, and I had while driving home or while we were eating...well at some point in the night anyway, made me really sit back and realize that I have blown some great opprotunities with chicks over the years. It's just sad. Thinking about how I've blown it just pisses me off. I don't know how I do it, but I never pick up on it when a girl is into me, but always seem to realize it after it is too late. I think someone somewhere has to be watching me just laughing at what an idiot I am about situations like this. It's really just sad. Anyway, I've got to work at like 10, and work a double at that. I'll get like 20 hours in the next 2 days, which is cool in a way, but at the same time, it sucks having to work an open to close double. I wish I could just tell myself "go to sleep." One of these days I'll grow out of this insomniatic phase and be able to tell myself to go to sleep. Old people really have the great life. They can fall asleep doing just about anything. I think I should set some goals for this summer. Seriously here, not just some things I would like to do, but something I can actually attain withough saying to myself in the process, "this is fucking stupid man, I quit." Yeah, I'll set some goals and see how many I actually commit to and achieve. That's the plan...
I could have sworn I'd posted somethin Sunday, but I dunno, guess I forgot to save it. Idiot! Well....
Well work wasn't that bad tonight. For some reason I'll never understand Tuesdays now require the staffing of four cooks. Since I was the lucky one and was first out. I was out of there by 8. A four hour shift kinda sucks because it really doesn't seem worth the time, but I was in no mood to work at all tonight so I'm very glad I got out of there when I did. Went to see Godsend with Sean and Vasu tonight. What a suck ass movie, man! There are some crappy ass movies out there, and believe me, I've seen my fair share of shitty films, but this one was pretty crappy. Nowhere near as crappy as Exclusive or Killer Rats, but still not worth watching at all. It really wouldn't be that bad if the ending weren't so crappy. Yeah the first hour and 45 minutes weren't bad, but the last 5 really sucked all kinds of cock. I mean really the whole closet thing with the creepy green hands and shit and then the kid wasn't in there after all. Yeah that makes no sense to any of you who haven't seen it, but believe me it's fucking retarded. After the movie we all went home. So far, every month my website has been up, there have been more hits to it than the last month. April had 231 hits which is really good I think for as small as my site is. Sadly I don't think this trend will continue. So far through four days, I've had ten, yes ten freaking hits. Come on people!!!! What the hell happened to all of my fanbase!?!?! It's probably because no one is online when they're not at school. Yeah that's got to be it. But really, ten freaking hits!!!! There were eleven days in April when my site got at least ten hits in a single day. At this rate it might set a new record for fewest hits in a month. Never the less I'll keep writing these because even if no one reads them, it's still good to get my thoughts out somehow. I suddenly smell pancake syrup all around me. It's a sickening scent. I don't think I will ever not get sick at the scent of syrup ever again. I was walkin through Walmart today buying some napkins for Beef's when I smelled it. Man I almost threw up in the aisle. The sad thing is, if anyone ever trys to steal my syrup chugging title, I'll be forced to defend it, and I will not be screwing around either. Sean almost had me, so next time, I'm going straight for the kill. No miraculous comebacks, just all out chugging.
Well, yesterday was Cinco de Mayo. About 12 different people told me "happy cinco de mayo." Not one of them was Mexican. I'm not a mexican. I don't give a damn what day it is, it means nothing to me. So unless you're a mexican or somethin, never mention Cinco de Mayo again to me just to save yourself some time. Yesterday we played another great game of capture the flag. No one found the flag yet again. We really need to make a set rule for how the flag is to be hidden. It was still kinda fun though, even though my legs were sore as a mother from workin out. Today I went to beef's and got my paycheck, went to the bank, took my grandma to the airport, got my mommy a wonderful mother's day gift, and got a Y membership so I can get JACKED. It was all around a pretty productive day. Last night was a pretty good night too. Hung out with Zach and Sean and watched some movies and whatnot. It was a pretty good time. I must apologize to them both however. I really am the worst story teller ever. Hands down, when I get into a story, it usually ends up being about 12 stories, taking about 2 hours, and in the end really teaches you nothing. I also got a little more work done on "the scheme." I think at this rate the ball will be rolling on it fairly soon. I'm sore as a bitch right now, so I think I'm gonna go dive in the pool or somethin.
Well, it's like a hundred fucking degrees in this house. it's fucking unbearable. Alright maybe not a hundred, but still like 83, which is way too high. I don't wanna mess with the air cause my parents will get pissed but this is just ridiculous. Work was super queer last night. Nothing really stands out that seems to have made it so bad, but it was just an all around crappy evening. My legs finally feel good again, but not last night. they were killin me. This morning I got to work early. I don;t know why, but whenever I get to work early on a morning shift, there is no one around to let me in the damn building. I've been there long enough, they should give me a key. I'm trustworthy and dependable. I could open that bitch every day if they needed me too. I'm pretty bored right now, sure would be nice to go ice skating...
Yeah, it's mother's day. So I guess happy mother's day to all those mothers out there that read this. Yeah right, I've had like 19 hits this month. It's fucking pathetic. I bet at least 15 of them are from my brother too. Come on people. Start readin this crap. Anyway, last night was a rather weird night. I was originally supposed to go ice skatin with Lindsey which would have been great fun because it's something I'm actually good at and I haven't done it in forever, plus she's really fun to hang out with. As always when the two of us make plans though, something went wrong and the plans...shot to hell. Oh well, I still got to see her anyway which counts for something I guess. One of these days we'll make plans and actually be able to carry them out. Yeah, that's the goal. Instead Lamas, Sarah Kent, Lindsey and I got the great idea to go to the beach and build a sandcastle. It was Lamas's idea. He mentioned it to me joking around and I was like, "Yeah whatever man. I'm in." We never actully made it to a beach though and all that happened was Lamas wasted alot of gas and we watched office space. Last night my mom said she was gonna wake me up early to do some work or somethin. Yeah, I woke up, by myself, at 2:20. So much for that plan. Sean, Vasu, and I all went to the Y and worked out. They did legs while I did back and biceps because I missed that workout yesterday thanks to fucking O'Brady's. I'm scheduled for what should add up to be about 30 hours next week. It never adds up right though. You'll get a half hour off here, or an hour off there and it always comes out to be about 5 hours less than expected. At the time it's nice to not have to work, but when you get that paycheck and it isn't quite as fat as you'd like, you feel you've been cheated. I think I'll copy Sean's lead and end each post with what song is currently playing on media player. So here it goes...
about twelve minutes later...
Yeah, I was just about to log off of AIM when I got the sudden urge to check and see what Todd's away message said. No one else, just Todd. As I moved the cursor over his screen name on my buddy list I thought to myself "why the fuck am I bothering to check this, it's said the same thing since baseball season started" That is, it has said
Oh yeah, Speaking of the Mets, they won today 6-5 in the 11th inning. ROCK ON BOYS, ROCK ON!!!!
Well I just got done cleaning the gutters around my pool screen. There were seriously about 10 buckets worth of leaves stuck in those damn things. Among the leaves there were 2 frogs and a million other bugs. I've always hated to clean the gutters, but haven't had to since we got the new roof put on our house. That fucking green monster made the task about ten times as hard. I used to be able to grip the roof with my feet while I pulled the leaves out of the gutter and put them into the bucket, but trying to grip onto painted sheet metal which is covered in pollen in shoes I've had for about 2 and a half years just wasn't gonna happen. I resolved that problem by bracing myself on the cross beams for the screen which are about 6 feet apart and I would stretch to reach all the leaves. The biggest chalenge was the fact that the new roof hangs 3 inches further than the old one, so I couldn't even get my hand into the damn gutter to get the leaves out. I had to push all the leaves to the sides of the gutters where there was just enough room to get my hand in and pick the leaves out. I first used a brush attached to a stick, which was a pain in the ass, but got the job done somewhat. Things were going rather slow, but still smoothly until I broke the brush and had to replace it. The new brush lasted about 5 minutes before It broke too. I was fucking livid. So now i had to balance myself on a 30 degree incline, on which i had no grip, and push the leaves to the sides using my hands. This put a crazy ammount of strain on my knees and the elbow I was leaning on. Of all the things I've ever done, I think this was one of the worst. Up on a roof for 2 hours with nothing going my way and struggling to not fall off is not something I wish to do frequently. Maybe next time I'll pay a midgett to do it for me.
Well, Today Sucked. I woke up around noon and sat there for awhile, thinking of things I could do to pass the time until 1:45 when Sean and I were going to go up to the Y. I came up with...eat a bagel. It was a damn good bagel.. When 1:45 rolled around, I decided it would be a great idea to take the prelude up to the Y. When I got there, it was apparently "name tag" day. Everyone was supposed to wear this name tag and at the end of the day when they left, put it in a big fucking fish bowl thing which would be used to draw names out for possible prizes. I know I won't win shit, because I never have and never will. I'm just not lucky. I'm more of what you would call unlucky. I never have any kind of good luck, and when I do, it's followed by a rather long streak of horrible luck. When I handed the girl at the front desk my card so she could write me a name tag, I didn't realize the ammount of crap, I had just created for myself. "Oh, John Stevens!!!," she said. "Do you watch American idol???" "Holy crap, no! That guy has ruined my name!!!!" I said this as not in direct reaction to what she had just asked me, but mroe of a broad statement, which is true, that bastard has ruined my name. It used to be bad enough when my friends would give me shit about this guy, but now the girl at the Y is making a big deal about this. Damnit, that's it. That bastard needs to drop off the face of the earth!!!! It's not good enough that he was voted off, I want his head on a platter. God help me if he ever puts out an album. I'll have to move to a country where they don't listen to that kind of music. Maybe I can move to Russia. I'm sure they wouldn't listen to that kind of crap out there. Plus it would give me an excuse to learn how to speak Russian, which just happens to be one of my "goals for life." We worked shoulders today. The workout went well, but I could definately feel it alot more than last time. I think we might have been using more weight this time though, not really sure. I should probably start to keep track of that kind of stuff. I have a really bad memory. After we got done workin out we played a quick match of raquetball. Either I am a complete badass at raquetball, or Sean just flat out sucks. It's probably more of the latter. We've played 4 matches so far, and Sean hasn't won a single game. In fact, his closest loss was today. A 15-9 effort. I've shut him out once, and came damn near another time. Beat him 2-0 today go bring my lifetime record against Sean to a staggering 4-0. Work sucked today. This guy Chris, who seemed cool, just decided not to show up for work. He didn't bother to call either. My manager, Trevor, called him twice from two different phone lines, but no answer either. His ass is canned. It wasn't that bad with only having 3 guys for the majority of tonight, but it was still gay as all hell having to work apps. I'm not a big fan of working apps on any night. I got out of there around 11:15 and headed home for a shower. When I arrived home, I realized, much to my suprise, that my sister had arrived a little ahead of schedule I think. It was good to see her. After my shower I headed up to the movies to hang out with Todd, Zach, Vasu, Gimp, and Sean. We all stood around chatting while there were still people in the theaters, drinking slurpees and eating cheesey popcorn. After everyone had cleared out we decided to go up to the projection room. I had the presence of mind to think to refill my slurpee before I headed up there, for I knew I would be thirsty. This ended up being a huge mistake. As soon as Zach and I entered the room, we were ambushed with a fucking cardboard box. It skimmed off of Zach's head and hit me square in the wrist, knocking the full fucking slurpee out of my hand and all over the place.
Thank you Maytag Neptune, you truly are the washer that removes stains. The twin shorts are still identical. I honestly can't tell them apart. I'm normally not worried about stains, but this was a weird stain. It was a bright fucking red blotch that, when I pretreated them with detergent, bled onto other parts of the shorts. I've never seen a stain do that before, but thankfully, they escaped the ordeal unharmed. I guess I'm off to bed or somethin. And Sean, if you're reading this, which I'm sure you will at some point, you're forgiven. Just remember not to dive bomb a dude with a fucking cardboard box when he may or may not be carrying a glass completely full to the brim with an electric red liquid.
Yeah, I'm just pretty bored right now. Had one of the most productive days in recent history today. Woke up a little after noon and helped my sister wash her car. Then I mowed the freakin lawn. Someone had the great idea to try and play a practical joke on me (because I'm the only one who ever uses the damn lawn mower in this family) or something by setting it so that the right side of the lawn mower was sitting about 3 times as low as the left side. You'd think that something like that would stand out, but honestly, until you hit a change in the elevation of the grass, you really can't tell. But yeah, I was noticing that the lawn looked a bit uneven when it hit me, "check the height adjustments..."
Yeah, played some more capture the flag last night. It was pretty fun, as usual. There were just the right number of people playin to maximize the ammount of fun possible. I was the one to capture the flag. Yeah, that's right. The second to last pick was the guy who won the freaking game. Showed those bastards not to pick me late again. After that Lindsey and I rented the movie Gothika. It was an alright movie. there was one part that really freaked me out, but I'm normally pretty jumpy in movies so that's not really saying much. I woke up around the usual time this afternoon. Just a shade after 12:30. Zach and I headed up to the highschool to see Padgett and Mrs. Rice. It was good to see them again, hadn't in awhile. We hit up Quizno's too and I had a gigantic fucking sandwich. It was damn good. That wasn't really a good idea considering I was going to the Y to work out right after, but whatever. Worked legs today. They're not as sore today as they were last time I worked legs. So that's good. I've also been informed today by an un-named person that I'm more than likely the main suspect in a caper that I had no part in pulling off. I normally wouldn't care about being a suspect, but this time I actually had nothing to do with it, whatsoever. Yeah, I guess I'll just have to be ready for whatever happens.
Fuck the Lightning. If they win the Eastern Conference Finals, let alone the Stanley Cup, I'll be super pissed. Not really because they won it and I truly hate them, because lets face it, even though I hate their guts, whoever wins it will deserve it. I'll truly be pissed off though because If they even make it to the finals, everyone in Central Florida is gonna think they're a fucking expert on the sport of hockey. It'll be bad enough that they'll claim to have been a fan of a franchise that's only been around for 12 years for the last 15, but the fact that they'll think that just because their hometown team won something they'll think they can actually understand how the game is played will simply enfuriate me. I, myself, have loved the sport since I was like 12 or so. I know just about all the rules in the NHL and can do a good enough job of explaining them to give a novice viewer a better understanding of what's going on. Yet, there are even some things that I don't get, such as when icing is waved off for no apparent reason even without the goalie having touched it (the goalie touching the puck would be a definate apparent reason for waving the icing call off) sometimes. Yeah, that confuses me sometimes. I'm still a student of the game. I can watch a 60 mintue hockey game and learn a new thing about it just about ever time. It really pisses me off when some stupid ass redneck starts yellin at a TV for a penalty call on a hand pass when someone in their own defensive zone pushes the puck to the neutral zone using only their hand.
I just woke up. It's actually the second time I've been on the computer today. I couldn't sleep around 7 AM and decided to turn the computer on, then went right back to bed. Someone turned the computer off though, dunno who. I slept like crap last night. It had been awhile since I had slept like crap, so it was probably long overdue. To start things off, my brother had been over yesterday. He likes to do stupid things like hide packages of ramen noodles on my bed sheets so when I decide to crash, I have a chunk of noodles jabbing my in the ribs. Just when I think I've found everything that he's hidden in there, a box of jello pokes me in the spine and i find a package of fruit snacks in my pillow case. If you're reading this, which you probably are, I'm going to get you back you evil bastard!!! You don't normally hide more than 1 thing in my bed, so this threw me off completely and really pissed me off. I don't think between the times of 3:30 and 7:00 I got much, if any, sleep. I really wish I didn't have to work today, but you take what you're given, you know? I need to shave bad, it's starting to piss me off. I might go do that. Probably not though.
Well I just got back in from Seeing Troy. I should be sleeping right now, seeing as though I'm working an open to close double tomorrow, but the events of the night are just too great to not post immediately. The evening began as a usual Saturday evening does, by me going over to Vasu's house and sitting there for awhile. We later decided to go over to Mark's since it was his birthday celebration. I didn't really know alot of the people there, so it was kinda boring. Around 10-10:30ish Sean, Vasu, Mark, Lamas, and I all piled into Lamas's mom's expedition and went to Brandon to catch the 11:30 showing of Troy. The movie was very good and Brad Pitt was a serious pimp in it. I strongly recomend you go see it for yourself. That really doesn't make much sense since most of the people who would read this are probably in the group I named that went to see the movie tonight. Anyway, after we left the movie and were going home. Lamas mentioned something to Sean about sayin somethin to a girl in a car sitting next to us at a stoplight. I had a different thing in mind though. "You should just moon her dude." While Sean struggled to get his pants down, Lamas locked the window in the up position so he couldn't get his ass out the window. Sean still tried to give the Camry riding next to us a pressed ham. Since Sean had his ass all up on Lamas's mom's window, Lamas finally unlocked it and let it go down. Sean waved his ass around for a good 30 seconds before Lamas sped off and Sean sat back down. Little did Sean know, but Lamas had now locked Sean's window down, so he and Vasu were in the back both trying to hide from the view of the Camry. I was in the front seat laughing so hard I nearly pissed myself. We then hit just about every stoplight in Brandon going home and at one of the stops, a dude in the back seat leaned out and yelled, "hey what's your number?" I guess the dude liked what he saw or somethin. Lamas then switched lanes and the car ended up on the other side of the Expo. So what happened next? Mark rolled the window down and stuck his ass out for awhile. I was laughing too hard to get the reaction of the driver, but Lamas said he just kept drivin without giving much attention. When we got out to the poart of 60 that doesn't ahve street lights, the dude started tailgating us bad, so Sean decided to climb into the back and stick his ass up against the read window. Finally, the dude backed off and Sean sat back down. It was by far the hardest I've laughed in so long, I can't remember. It truly is amazing how much laughter can be had just by a drive by mooning. Since I've got to work tomorrow, I'll end this a little short, but believe me, this post doesn't give the occurances of tonight the justice it deserves.
Well, since I haven't had a chance to write anything in about 3 days, I think I'll get you caught up on the events of my useless life. Sunday was a full day of work. An open to close double with an hour and a half of lifting in between there on my break. I really don't mind workin a double on a Sunday, especially when it is as dead all day long as it was on Sunday. After work I headed out to my brothers and went to sleep sometime around 3 AM. This was probably not the smartest thing to do since we were going to wake up early in the morning and start moving shit. My brother woke me up at 10 the next morning and I proceded to sleep for anoyher half hour. When he came back at 10:30 he was a little more forceful, but got the same result...me sleeping for another short time. By the time he actually got me up, the clock said 10:49. We got down to the Uhaul place and rented the biggest fucking truck they had. It was like driving a god damn semi. When we got it back to their place and realized there was nowhere to park it, my brother had to take it back and exchange it for a smaller, more managable truck. Around 12:30 Vasu got out there to help us move and we got one truck load unloaded at the new place and another truck load loaded up ready to go to the next place. My brother's friend Phil arrived at around 3:30 and helped us unload the second truck load and load up the third truck load. by the time we got the third and final truck load loaded up, it was almost 9 at night and Vasu had to go to Pep Boys to get a circular buffer. So mike, Phil, and I went over with the last truck load. FOr some odd reason, this truck load seemed to take forever to get loaded, but we got everything out of the truck in about 25-30 minutes. We were hauling ass to get everything done. After we had everything moved in we sat around playin playstation and eating sandwiches for ahwile until we both crashed. I woke up around 2 today and got home at about 3. I was fresh ou of the shower poised for a full day of not doing a damn thing when the sound of the phone broke my peace, sending a chill down my spine that would ruin anyone's afternoon.
Now Playing... "Forty six & 2," by Tool
Well I'm in a slightly better mood now than I was last night. Where I last left you I was about to shower. After that shower I went up to the movies for a great Todd Tuesday. It was one of the funnest Todd Tuesdays I've had yet. Well actually, the only other Todd Tuesday I've been too I got a slurpee spilled on me and almost killed Sean, so it didn't take much to beat this one, but this was still one for the ages. Vasu, Sean, and I watched Van Helsing. It wasn't a terrible movie, but wasn't even moderately good. There were far too many holes in the plot and things like that, plus the last 5 minutes sucked ass. It seems to be a trend as far as recent movies are concerned that the last 5 minutes blow hard. After the movie was over, we drank some slurpees and had a rousing game of movie house soccer. We used a turbo bulbasaur doll from the claw game as a soccer ball and four of the posts from the velvet rope lining the entrance to mugs n' movies as the goal posts. It was Todd and I versus Vasu and Sean. The matchup didn't really seem fair because both TOdd and I have jacked up knees, but we had a determination to come out victorious. Todd and I got off to a fast start going up 4-1 quickly. It would have been 5-1, but I had a goal disalowed because apparently I plowed Sean, who was playing goalie, over in the process of scoring it. through the first half Todd and I were up 5-4. We came out in the second half with a fire burning inside of us that could only be extinguished with a victory. I scored about a minute into the second half with a nice move to fake out Vasu, who was playing goalie now. It seemed anytime they would score, we would get one back to stay at least 1 goal up on them. At one point tragedy struck out team though and hurt our chances bad as I kicked Vasu's foot, which I'm pretty sure broke my big toe (I've broken my toes so many times, I can just tell when one is broken now, the x-rays never reaveal anything I didn't already know). The score was 9-8 when Sean sent a rocket of a shot flying past me to tie the score up at 9. It was crunch time. Todd made a great save on another shot, and threw the ball down to give me a break, but they had pulled their goalie and came up strong and Vasu send a shot over a sprawling Todd to seal the come back victory 10-9. Team handicap had been defeated. It's alright though, I don't really think we were favored to win anyway. Things will be different next time though, Todd and I will emerge victorious nex time, and that's a guarantee!!!
Well, I think I'm on pace to have the fewest hits to the site in a month yet. After last month's explosion of 230 some odd hits, it really seems like a kick in the pants to barely have over 40 right now. Oh well though. Work wasn't bad tonight. Not really much to talk about right now. Played some Halo at Vasu's. Sean beat me at that, but it's ok because I beat him - yet again - at raquetball. He at elast made it interesting this time losing the first set 15-12. The second set was a little more lopsided though, but at least he's showin improvement. Yeah, I'm completely bored out of my mind right now. I should do somethin productive...but this is more fun I guess. Man that's really pathetic. Tomorrow...er..today is chest and triceps day, my favorite day. Leg day kinda sucks because of my knee bein jacked, so I usually don't do as much on the quadricep workouts. Every other back and bicep day sucks because of that fucking circuit workout. I hate that fucking thing. I hate it's guts!! Yeah, I've completely run out of things to talk about. I need a girlfriend bad. Being this much of a loser really sucks hard. At least I'm not alone though, right Sean? Hahahaha!
My sister and I just got back from Walmart. Today is my parents' 28th anniversary so we were gettin cake supplies. If I didn't have to work ALL GOD DAMN DAY tomorrow, I'd help bake it, but no, I've got to freaking work forever, which sucks dick. I've decided that I'm definately gonna get a different job where I don't have to work nights, because working nights sucks and I don't wanna do it anymore. I might go apply at every store in the mall or somethin. Yeah, that's the ticket!!! My life has gotten to be a real chore. It doesn't even seem fun anymore. Nothing I've done in the last week was something I would call "fun." This summer has been somewhat of a letdown so far. I could definately use a week of craziness. Weeki Wachee is in the works from what I hear. That will definately be a nice break from the grind. It's now been over 2 weeks since I got my Y membership. I've gained, I'd say between 3-5 pounds since I've been workin out. That's definately a possitive. Sean and I hope to, by the end of the summer, be stoppin the ladies dead in their tracks with our new physiques. Somethin tells me I could be able to bench press a buick and not have that effect on the females. But, I'm sure this will help me in some way, so I'm stickin with it. For now, I need some sleep.
Yeah, it seems that way too many of my posts come from the early hours of the morning. I should probably change that somehow. I don't really care enough to do that though. I really don't have anything to say right now, I'm just bored out of my mind. I really need to change something about my life. I know I've said this before, but as each day passes the feeling becomes so much more overwhelming. I had to work a double today. I'm not a big fan of working. I'm really not a fan whatsoever of working a double though. In fact, I hate it with a passion. On my break I got a good workout in there so It kinda put me in a little bit of a good mood for the beginning of my second shift. That feeling faded fast though. Fuck the Lightning and their bandwagon fans who know nothing at all about the sport they're cheering for. That's all I have to say on that subject. Right now my life really seems meaningless. I could use a sense of purpose to keep me going along. We'll see if that feeling ever comes. I didn't do anything after work tonight. I got out rather early for a Saturday night too. Was home and out of the shower by 9:45. Too bad everyone else was already doin somethin by them so I was already fucked. I might as well have closed tonight. Not in the best of moods right now. Maybe I could use some sleep or somethin. No, what I could use is a rather large ammount of money to fall into my lap. Or at least get a job with better hours. I'm really sick of working 5 fucking nights in a row and not having any time to do anything afterward because everyone has already started to party without me. I have the next two days off from work. I plan on taking advantage of this fact and searching for a new job. One that doesn't suck. Twenty bucks says I don't do anything fun tomorrow either. Any takers???
Well, It's 9 at night. It looks like another night of not doing a god damn thing ahead of me. If you haven't found somethin to do in this town by 9 at night, chances are slim of somethin coming up that's actually worth doing. Right now, though, I'm so bored I'd even settle for doing somethin that wasn't worth doing at all and seemed really boring. The only good thing about being as bored as I am is that there's nowhere to go but up. You really can't get much more bored than that. I think I'm gonna go stare at a wall for awhile and pray that someone calls me with somethin to do.
Today was shoulder day. I love shoulder day. It's a quick workout and I can actually tell a difference from what I used to look like to what my shoulders look like now. While I was there, this goofy looking bastard came in wearing sandals and started workin out. A lady who worked there started talkin to him for a second and he left, I'm assuming she told him he needed closed toed shoes as I was told the first time I came into the Y a couple years ago, but the bastard came right back in and started lifting. He was curling like 15 lbs in each hand and I really felt like beating the living piss out of him just because he looked like a wiener. Work tonight was rather easy. I was only there for 3 hours, which hardly seems worth going in for, but hey, that 25 clams will come in handy I'm sure. Probably be gas money for a couple days. Really, I put 5 bucks in today before work and already I'm where I was at when I woke up yesterday afternoon. Went to the movies for the Wednesday edition of TODD TUESDAY and saw Mean Girls with Sean and Vasu. It was a suprisingly funny movie. I really didn't have high expectations going in, but there were a few parts where I laughed my ass off. After the movie we screwed around for about an hour and a half. I never did get that rematch of indoor soccer I wanted. It's alright though. There's always next week. Got the day off of work tomorrow. I'm so glad I don't have to work. I don't think I could put up with the bullshit Bolts fans again. Unfortunately, I'm gonna have to again, I'm sure. Fuck Tampa Bay!!! I can't sleep, but am really tired. Maybe I should give it another shot now. My head kinda hurts too so that should help me sleep, it usually does. Damnit!!! I just realized that I once again forgot to save my last post. I have no fucking clue what it was about either. Probably talkin about Monday night. Yeah, that helped to clear my head a bit.
It's Thursday so that means it's payday. I got a fat 250 dollar check from the old beefer. That plus last weeks check which I had yet to deposit added up to just under 490 clams. After depositing it I headed up to the Y for my daily hour of torture. Today was back and biceps day. I had the great idea to suggest we do the circuit workout for biceps. What the hell was I thinkin?? I fucking hate that thing. I plan on washing my car sometime today once my arms are feeling normal again. Sean and I were gonna play raquetball again today but there were these 2 fat ladies and some punk kids hogging the courts so I'll just have to wait til later on to beat his ass. Mike and I have set tentative plans for going up to Atlanta at the end of July to catch a Mets-Braves series the weekend of July 30th. If last year's summer baseball trip to South Beach was any indicator, I think It's gonna be a weekend I'll not soon forget. yeah "BASEBALL EXTRAVAGANZA 2004, DESTINATION: ATLANTA" should be a killer weekend. I really feel like playin some street hockey right about now. I think I might have to give old Sperry a call and see if he wants to play some puck...er..ball.
Yeah, So I haven't moved since my last post. I'm such a lazy bastard. Someone needs to kick my ass for being such a lazy bastard. I mean really. I have half of an eaten pretzel here that I haven't touched in about 15 minutes because I ran out of honey mustard and I don't wanna eat it plain. I really don't wanna get the honey mustard though, so I'll just sit here awhile longer thinking about how good that first half was. Tomorrow is leg day at the Y. Not too sure If I feel like workin the legs right now. My knee has been givin me problems the last couple days. There's a voice in my head screaming at me... "Wash your car you idiot!!! Do it now before people start getting home and are pissed that you're parked in the middle of the freaking driveway like a jackass!!!!" I really need to wash it, hasn't happened in almost 3 weeks. I think that might be the longest my car has ever gone without being washed. Someone should kick my ass for that too. People who don't take care of their cars really piss me off. If you're gonna hock out thousands of dollars for one thing, at least take good care of it. I don't care if it's a Geo or a BMW, anything over $1000 should be taken care of well. wash it a once ever 2 weeks at least and wax it every 2-3 months or so. My hair is almost gettin to the point where it's shaggy enough for my liking. I'd say about another week, week and a half and it'll be great. Well, I've been putting it off for too long. I guess I better wash the car now.
So the car's lookin good now except for the small dent on my hood that's been there for the majority of the life of my car and a few scratches on the bumper from when the bastard kid who doesn't even live on my street drove his bike into the bumper one day about a year and a half ago. I hate that fucking kid with a passion. I hate that kid just a little more than I hate my redneck ass neighbors and their fucking stupid dog. So yeah, I'm pretty pissed right now if you can't tell. I'm washin my car, right. and all of a sudden i hear this terrible screaching sound coming from the backyard. I look up just in tome to see a squirrel come flying out of the back yard through, the grass, under my car. Tearing ass up behind the squirrel: redneck ass neighbors' stupid fucking dog. I start yellin
It's almost June. You know what that means? It means that I need to get a new fucking job. Shit, it's 12:19 AM. That means I need to get a new job too. There are a number of reasons I need to get a new job. I've been at that fucking O'Brady for over 4 god damn years and haven't called in in the last 2 of those. I've made the same hourly wage since February 2003. I could really go for a popsicle right about now. I think I'll get one. Yeah. That's good shit. Anyway. The point of me saying all of this is building up to this story. Earlier in the week they fired a guy. Actually they fired a guy on the last day of last week. A guy who usually works about 40 hours a week. Now all the week night shifts were covered, apparently no one minds working a week night. The shifts he was scheduled for on Friday and Saturday however, remain vacant. They could have waited a week to fire him, but no, they're not smart enough for that.
So back to my previous story...had "management" waited til the end of this week to let the guy go, they wouldn;t have been down 2 men tomorrow night. I closed tonight. Not something I enjoy doing especially when I have to open the following morning. Now the manager had written himself into the schedule tomorrow, his off night, because of the lack of cooks on the night of a very important Lightning game. Since there is a recent abundance of phony Bolts fans jumping on the bandwagon, Beef O'Brady's will be the place to be tomorrow night. Seeing as though this whole situation could have been avoided had the manager waited until the end of this week to work the fired cook out of the schedule, but instead fired him on the spot for his infraction, I should have let him waste his night off cooking food for these ignorant wanna be hockey fanatics.
That's my Beef O'Brady's complaint of the night. I really think if I do die ever, it will be because of that place in some way. Whether I die of a breain aneurism when I'm 89 it will probably have been caused by a bad memory of that place. I've gotta get some sleep tonight or I'm REALLY gonna be pissed all day tomorrow.
Well it's the last day of May. I didn't feel much like posting anything last night. I wasn't in a particularly good mood. Although I really don't know why I wasn't in a good mood. I got out of work much earlier than I thought I would have. It was fairly dead all day long. I got out last night at 9 PM which was a huge suprise. I made a bet with Kyle that the winner of game three would take the series and it would be decided in 6 games. Since the Flames won last night I feel pretty good about my prediction. Had the Lightning won I would have had no problem being wrong about this one and having to pay Kyle the 5 dollars.
I need to get a hold of my brother some time soon. Possibly today? We'll see if I get around to callin him. I need to find out what days he's going to go to Weeki Wachee so I can ask for those days off of work. I hope he's planning on going on Friday because It would be nice to not have to work on a Friday night. He said he'd be stopping by today to clean his car so we'll see if he makes it here before I leave to go to work or to the Y or to get a sandwich or anything cool like that. I could go for a sandwich.
Last night was pretty uneventful. After I got home from work and got showered and everything I went to Mark's and watched Club Dread. I thought it was pretty funny. Mark, however, didn't like it. It has a subtle humor that is funny as hell to Sean and I, but I guess Mark just doesn't get it or somethin. I duno. I left there a little before 12:30 last night and came home. It was a pretty early night for me. Someone needs to have a party tonight or somethin cool like that. I could go for a crazy party.
Well Yeah. Today is officially the last day of the month, not yesterday. My brother and I are currently on the telephone with Josh discussing the Weeki Wachee plans. I think I might have to work up the balls to ask this one waittress out sometime. She seems pretty cool. My brother and I have played 2 different kinds of darts tonight. 301 and Cricket. I won 2 out of the three games we played. Yeah. I'm way better than he is. YOU KNOW IT!! Sean was gonna come here tonight. It would have been a crasy ass shit whatever man...yeah. He knows when you are sleeping. He knows when you are awake. my BROTHER IS MAKING A PIZZA RIGHT NOW. Yeah, I dunno who is calling. The most random shit is almost usually the most truthful in this situation... YEAH BIOTCH!!!!!!!!!!!
I don't know what half the shit in the post from this morning is talking about, so don't bother asking me to interpret anything. For some stupid ass reason my brother and I got the bright idea to call Josh at 4:30 in the morning. Whatever we talked about has long been forgotten. I don't remember him being very pissed about anything though, so that's cool. If anyone called me at 4:30 in the morning I'd probably be pissed. I'm pretty amazed that neither of us got stuck with a dart last night. It will probably happen sooner or later. Someone should have taken notes last night when we called Josh because I'm pretty sure that would have helped. We're right back to where we started actually, neither of us know what the hell is going on and I need to ask for a couple days off of work, don't know which ones yet though. I might just ask for next Friday and Saturday off for the hell of it though. Well, It's my one day off this week so I'm gonna take advantage of that by not doing a damn thing all day. Gotta love that shit dude!!! I feel like a shower...