Oh look, she's blogging again.
Not terribly much to add here. I think I'm just afraid that should I leave my blog unattended for too long, bad things will creep out of the wood work. Things like procrastination, stagnation, and let us not forget the very ominous non-existence.
*doom vibes*
Anyway, something I didn't put in my "Things To Do" list last time that I'm surprisingly well on my way to accomplishing: bike 25 miles.
Kinda funny I haven't made mention of it, as biking has become one of my very few "offline" hobbies. I just bought a new one a month or two ago, and it's been getting more use than I had initially imagined. It was kind of a grandiose way of copping out of having to run, which I loathe with near the intensity that I do the color pink.
ph34r.
My initial distances were fairly minuscule, averaging only a mile or two, with several long breathers in between. I must confess, I had forgotten the effort required for such an endeavor, and the wake up call was......masochistic to say the least. My most recent attempt was a much-improved seven miles, with almost no breaks or breathers in between. A far cry from my goal, but still, I'm less the wheeled pansy than I was when I began.
And, just because I have to inject a little morbidity and gloom into everything I do, one of my favorite spots to stop is an old graveyard overlooking some lonely fields. There resides one of the coolest graves I have ever seen. I shall have to post a picture here when I muster up the energy to head over to my Vaio of Doom. The Laptop of Doom, sadly, is grossly unprepared for my foray into the darkness. *sigh*
So there, cruel world, I'm accomplishing something. It's a small something, but it's better than nothing.
/pseudo optimisim.
Slackers R' Us
Friday, May 23, 2008
Hello blogosphere.
Actually, I should have probably tagged this as another Internetless Blog Chronicle, because I'm at work and the closest I am to a computer is an old school Dell shoved behind the case of my machine's touchscreen.
Yeah, I"m at work.
And yeah, this is me being productive. *smirk*
I suppose I mention my surroundings for the sole fact that observation in hindsight is harder for my brain to put into linguistics. Color it a bad habit from high school, with the two hundred page play by play of every bitter and blithe moment. Perhaps I should start posting some excerpts here if I can refrain from not picking through all the inevitable grammer mistakes that it's bound to contain.
Heh. If I were a social person, I so should have been an English teacher. But I'm not, and I very much doubt that my fellow Americans would want to pay me to currupt the nation's youth.
Muahhahhahahaa...
Anyway...
I'm deathly bored, and my brain is muddled with all that needs doing, and that which has already been done, but probably needs reding, and all that I want to do, but can't, because of all the rest that still needs doing.
...........Got all that?
Take a moment, if need be, to let the stars fade. I don't mind. I often have that effect on people. The Dazed and Confused Syndrome, as it were.
So here are a few items from the "Still Needs Doing" list. Perhaps having them here for all the world to ignore will keep me trudging forward.
*Start selling off all the junk collected from years of pack ratting.
*Lower my bills by lowering services provided. (IE: antisocial people don't need $65 a month cell phone plans.)
*Make a decisive step forward in furthering my education
*Procure a somewhat fuel efficient vehicle and ponder deeply the fate of my beloved Truck of Doom
*Get the electric turned on at our old place, so that Boy (my older brother) might have a reason to fork over some rent.
*Put together a business plan for the She-Beast and I.
*Rule the world. Preferably with a spork and iPod.
Will all this give Ambition the kick in the ass it needs? Probably not. But at least I tried.
Actually, I should have probably tagged this as another Internetless Blog Chronicle, because I'm at work and the closest I am to a computer is an old school Dell shoved behind the case of my machine's touchscreen.
Yeah, I"m at work.
And yeah, this is me being productive. *smirk*
I suppose I mention my surroundings for the sole fact that observation in hindsight is harder for my brain to put into linguistics. Color it a bad habit from high school, with the two hundred page play by play of every bitter and blithe moment. Perhaps I should start posting some excerpts here if I can refrain from not picking through all the inevitable grammer mistakes that it's bound to contain.
Heh. If I were a social person, I so should have been an English teacher. But I'm not, and I very much doubt that my fellow Americans would want to pay me to currupt the nation's youth.
Muahhahhahahaa...
Anyway...
I'm deathly bored, and my brain is muddled with all that needs doing, and that which has already been done, but probably needs reding, and all that I want to do, but can't, because of all the rest that still needs doing.
...........Got all that?
Take a moment, if need be, to let the stars fade. I don't mind. I often have that effect on people. The Dazed and Confused Syndrome, as it were.
So here are a few items from the "Still Needs Doing" list. Perhaps having them here for all the world to ignore will keep me trudging forward.
*Start selling off all the junk collected from years of pack ratting.
*Lower my bills by lowering services provided. (IE: antisocial people don't need $65 a month cell phone plans.)
*Make a decisive step forward in furthering my education
*Procure a somewhat fuel efficient vehicle and ponder deeply the fate of my beloved Truck of Doom
*Get the electric turned on at our old place, so that Boy (my older brother) might have a reason to fork over some rent.
*Put together a business plan for the She-Beast and I.
*Rule the world. Preferably with a spork and iPod.
Will all this give Ambition the kick in the ass it needs? Probably not. But at least I tried.
It Came From Within The Washing Machine
A recent conversation with my father, The Beast:
Beast: "So.......I kind of broke the washing machine.
Me: "Oh dear, you didn't attack it with the screwdriver again did you?
Beast: *nod*
Well done Beast.
Well done.
Beast: "So.......I kind of broke the washing machine.
Me: "Oh dear, you didn't attack it with the screwdriver again did you?
Beast: *nod*
Well done Beast.
Well done.
Because I'm Cooler Than Donnie
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Had a weird dream yesterday.
Let me preface the sordid details by saying that none of this is meant to be emo or suicidal. I'm dark and melancholy...not an idiot. :)
Someone cue the "Mad World" song from Donnie Darko, because in my dream...I died. Not sure how or why (either that, or I just don't remember) but one moment I was alive, and the next....I was nothing more than a ghost standing over a vacant shell.
Suddenly I was watching the world go on without me, as though I'd never even been there to begin with, and all the things I'd ever wanted to do became meaningless.
Happy dream, huh?
Maybe my brain is telling me that this stagnant life I'm leading is killing all my future ambitions.
That, or I've become precognitive.
............Let's hope not.
Let me preface the sordid details by saying that none of this is meant to be emo or suicidal. I'm dark and melancholy...not an idiot. :)
Someone cue the "Mad World" song from Donnie Darko, because in my dream...I died. Not sure how or why (either that, or I just don't remember) but one moment I was alive, and the next....I was nothing more than a ghost standing over a vacant shell.
Suddenly I was watching the world go on without me, as though I'd never even been there to begin with, and all the things I'd ever wanted to do became meaningless.
Happy dream, huh?
Maybe my brain is telling me that this stagnant life I'm leading is killing all my future ambitions.
That, or I've become precognitive.
............Let's hope not.
Whiner's Anonymous?
Thursday, May 01, 2008
I am a dumbass.
Was that stating the obvious? *smirk*
Nary a month ago on some sort of foolhardy whim, I signed up for an overtime day. An overtime day that falls on this week....a week, that, I confess, needs to be as short as possible.
Why?
Because my patience with the "real world" (hell below, I sound mentally ill...) as it were, is short, and I've this nagging desire to escape. Outdoors. In front of a screen. Anywhere that isn't the mundane drudgery of manufacturing.
You know someday I'll get that degree in computers.
Someday.
Was that stating the obvious? *smirk*
Nary a month ago on some sort of foolhardy whim, I signed up for an overtime day. An overtime day that falls on this week....a week, that, I confess, needs to be as short as possible.
Why?
Because my patience with the "real world" (hell below, I sound mentally ill...) as it were, is short, and I've this nagging desire to escape. Outdoors. In front of a screen. Anywhere that isn't the mundane drudgery of manufacturing.
You know someday I'll get that degree in computers.
Someday.
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