Sunday, January 16, 2005
Moving
So Im packed...kinda. You know how it is, what with my lack of motivation to do ANYTHING.
I did manage to go to supper and bug kim for a bit, that was fun.
Sold me DVD player and Microwave, 10 dollars each.
Gave away my TV, to chad and carol, their 19 was way too small for my liking. Im over there so much anyway, so it wont bug me much. I still have coffee tables, desks, and one bookcase left to give away. I also have a drafting table, in bad shape, but its there.
Cleaning my apartment after everything is gone will be fun fun as well. The red couch, here to fore known as the "sex couch", I can only imagine how many people have had sex on it, will be thrown out.
I have nicish coffee tables, and matching end tables that I paid like 80 for that I won't care a lick about giving away...seriously, come on out and get'em.
I threw out some really bad kraft, it had a very pretty colour of blue mold on it. I threw out the kraft and the plate it was on.
I should be sleeping, or packing, or both, but I am just too lazy.
I did manage to go to supper and bug kim for a bit, that was fun.
Sold me DVD player and Microwave, 10 dollars each.
Gave away my TV, to chad and carol, their 19 was way too small for my liking. Im over there so much anyway, so it wont bug me much. I still have coffee tables, desks, and one bookcase left to give away. I also have a drafting table, in bad shape, but its there.
Cleaning my apartment after everything is gone will be fun fun as well. The red couch, here to fore known as the "sex couch", I can only imagine how many people have had sex on it, will be thrown out.
I have nicish coffee tables, and matching end tables that I paid like 80 for that I won't care a lick about giving away...seriously, come on out and get'em.
I threw out some really bad kraft, it had a very pretty colour of blue mold on it. I threw out the kraft and the plate it was on.
I should be sleeping, or packing, or both, but I am just too lazy.
Friday, January 07, 2005
So Like, Wow and Stuff!
Hmm I am in an odd mood right now. I am tired, I want to sleep, I should sleep, my body wants to sleep.
Something is keeping me up, and I dont know why.
So my lack of sleeping with bring to you, today, a blog. Don't worry it won't be in the form of an essay (the drinking one) and no there will not be a quiz (when was the last time I passed Genetic quiz's with any regularity, I cant even remember, 207 maybe).
Don't put your replies in the form of a question either, though you have that option, should you so desire.
Not that you guys reply to my blogs, though I was sure you would on the drinking blog...cause honestly its 2+ pages of pure BS.
I have work in 6 hours, thats unsettling. I don't want to work tomorrow, but I have too. One of my dad's employees is fucking the dog (not working very quickly) and so to get the job done, little worker drone that I am, I have to work harder. Why do I do this? Im not sure, guilt mostly I guess, maybe pride in my work. Funny thing is, I'm good at this kinda thing, I sort of enjoy it as well. I like being able to do something well, and have people comment. The people whom we are fixing their bathroom told me today I should think about becoming a painter (not an artist but a painter painter). I don't leave lines and I cut well (also called trimming, its when you can't us a roller and have to use a brush). Its mind off work too. Believe it or not, but I like not having to think, I like leisure thinking. Being in school is the intellectual equivalent of a slave. They have you by the short hairs and you will learn what you are told to learn. Being a painter, or a drywaller, or a carpenter, is the intellectual equivalent of the idley rich. You think about whateve and whomever you want. Its relaxing.
I guess that's why I'm gonna be a pilot. You mostly just react or if you do think, its shit you already memorized on the ground.
Chris is over, so Im gonna cut this short.
But I'll make Chris Sign up for a blog, finally, and there we go.
Hopefully he can tell you all about his wonderful night out with Lunsey and her slutty friend.
Something is keeping me up, and I dont know why.
So my lack of sleeping with bring to you, today, a blog. Don't worry it won't be in the form of an essay (the drinking one) and no there will not be a quiz (when was the last time I passed Genetic quiz's with any regularity, I cant even remember, 207 maybe).
Don't put your replies in the form of a question either, though you have that option, should you so desire.
Not that you guys reply to my blogs, though I was sure you would on the drinking blog...cause honestly its 2+ pages of pure BS.
I have work in 6 hours, thats unsettling. I don't want to work tomorrow, but I have too. One of my dad's employees is fucking the dog (not working very quickly) and so to get the job done, little worker drone that I am, I have to work harder. Why do I do this? Im not sure, guilt mostly I guess, maybe pride in my work. Funny thing is, I'm good at this kinda thing, I sort of enjoy it as well. I like being able to do something well, and have people comment. The people whom we are fixing their bathroom told me today I should think about becoming a painter (not an artist but a painter painter). I don't leave lines and I cut well (also called trimming, its when you can't us a roller and have to use a brush). Its mind off work too. Believe it or not, but I like not having to think, I like leisure thinking. Being in school is the intellectual equivalent of a slave. They have you by the short hairs and you will learn what you are told to learn. Being a painter, or a drywaller, or a carpenter, is the intellectual equivalent of the idley rich. You think about whateve and whomever you want. Its relaxing.
I guess that's why I'm gonna be a pilot. You mostly just react or if you do think, its shit you already memorized on the ground.
Chris is over, so Im gonna cut this short.
But I'll make Chris Sign up for a blog, finally, and there we go.
Hopefully he can tell you all about his wonderful night out with Lunsey and her slutty friend.
Sunday, January 02, 2005
Its a brand new year
So I just had a fantabolous new years!
Hope it all went well on your end as well. No one is blogging, or even responding to blogs...or anything. I'm not even sure people are reading this.
I got chris really really drunk on New Years, it was great. Apparently he cant take 8 ounces of vodka in 30 minutes (plus an equal portion of Pornstar). I mixed it so it tasted good, not boozey, poor sucker. He didn't read my essay on drinking, had he, he would have known better.
Got my New years kiss from my hottie of a girlfriend, so life is good.
See ya on the beach.
Hope it all went well on your end as well. No one is blogging, or even responding to blogs...or anything. I'm not even sure people are reading this.
I got chris really really drunk on New Years, it was great. Apparently he cant take 8 ounces of vodka in 30 minutes (plus an equal portion of Pornstar). I mixed it so it tasted good, not boozey, poor sucker. He didn't read my essay on drinking, had he, he would have known better.
Got my New years kiss from my hottie of a girlfriend, so life is good.
See ya on the beach.
