3/11/02
i feel like i havent written anything in forever. i feel like there isn't anything interesting going on in my life worth writing about. sure, i could bitch about how the VC is going to run out and if we dont get bought soon i'll be out of a job before my next birthday, but that's boring and it's an everyday occurance so there's no use dwelling on it. i can write about how we have this house and we haven't done a goddamned thing to it since we moved it, but that would just depress me. i could write about how my sister went gung ho and bought $200 worth of cosmetics from my friend, and called me tonight asking if i thought it would be bad if she took advantage of the money back guarantee offer and returned it all because she kinda needs her money back. but that would just piss me off and make me feel guilty for suggesting my friend ever get in touch with my sister.
instead i'll talk about my trip to the dentist. i went to one of those assembly line chain stores. think Kroeger from Six Feet Under and you're probably about right. yes, i'm evil for patronizing an evil chain. but i dont have the liberty of choosing an independent dentist because i'm limited by who my insurance will pay. so anyway, my appointment was at 7:30 this morning. so i get there at 7:20 and have to wait 10 minutes for the receptionist (an old lady walked in the door a split second before i did and got to her first. after she explained her life story, then i got to fill out the new patient paperwork. then, 30 minutes of waiting. i got to read the entire episode-by-episode summary of 24 in the recent issue of Entertainment Weekly. (oddly enough, it didnt intrigue me enough to want to add it to my tv lineup - it confused me and made me want to stay away!)... then i got a quick 5 minute consultation with the dentist before i was off to do ex-rays. boring boring boring stuff. then the assistant polished my teeth, something i always thought was done at the end of the visit. after i felt like i was going to barf up all of the pink gritty stuff that i'd accidentally swallowed, the dentist came back to do the cleaning. he actually grunted while he was scraping stuff off my teeth. i felt so humiliated. granted, i dont think he realized he was doing it and i'm sure i was reading too much into it, but still. was it really necessary to grunt? and then to end the cleaning with "your teeth weren't really that bad - the polishing got most of it off" ?!?! then what the hell was the grunting for?
ugh. remember that laundry i alluded to a few weeks back? i finally folded it today. just in time to do more. i really need a new wardrobe. my pants dont fit anymore. i can wear them once, when they've got that fresh-out-of-the-drier tightness to them. if i try to wear them a 2nd time, it's just around the house. the 3rd time, they're majorly sagging and i look like -- well, like my pants are two sizes too big. because they are. ahh, the pleasures of skimping and saving and socking everything away for a rainy day.
oh yeah. today is the 6 month anniversary of the September 11th attacks. i wish i could say i've made more of my life. i did, however, start the blog. maybe i can figure out what to improve in the next 6 months. and then actually improve it.
Song of the Day: ???
3/5/02
so then we move on to the eye test, where the doctor
says "okay, which one is better, one or two...three or
four" and every other time i've taken this test the
letters get clearer as the numbers go up. except this
time they're getting worse. each time he asks "which
one is better, 3 or 4" i'm sitting there thinking -
they're both blurry. it was actually starting to
stress me out. i was sitting there thinking the guy
must think that in the last year i've suddenly become
blind as a bat.
in the end, everything worked out find. he said you
could obviously tell i'd been wearing contacts (after
shining a bright light in my eye and staring at it
with a minature pirate spyglass) and that he'd kick up
the strength of my contacts a notch, but that my eyes
are healthy.
relieved, i walked back out to my car and nearly got
the ass-end ripped off by a blue mustang as i was
backing out of my parking space. apparently the guy
was in a hurry - didn't realize going 25 mph in a
parking lot is a bad idea. moron.
if there's more, i'll have to write it later.
Song of the Day: Get the Party Started
i felt like i was failing my eye test today. it
started with the peripheral vision test - i was given
a clicker and told to click whenever i saw some blurry
lines moving. i didnt realize it was only testing one
eye at a time, so i think i screwed up on my right eye
because i kept my left eye open and it was seeing all
kinds of things out of my real peripheral vision. when
i did my left eye, i closed my right and got a perfect
score. the test probably told the doctor never to
stand on my right side.
3/03/02
Song of the Weekend: Foolish Games
it is too late for me to think about writing anything of interest here. i need to take a shower and go to bed. i thought i had an entry but i can't remember what i was going to write about. this was yet another weekend that passed by and i feel like i did not accomplish anything. sure, i went grocery shopping, but i do that every weekend. i dont feel like i had a refreshing weekend. i feel like i wasted two days of my life, a short prelude to the 5 i'm about to waste. ugh. i need to figure out how to get more out of myself. i'm sick of always feeling bored. last week while watching thursday night television it actually felt wrong to just sit there in front of the tube for 3 hours. yet i didnt know what else to do! i need a hobby!
3/01/02
Song of the Day: Sensitive
i wrote this one out by hand after various attempts to email it to myself failed. i dont have it in front of me right now and need to go take a shower and go to bed. i'll put it up later, i promise.