Corn chips and ice cream have compromised my food intake since…6 PM. Bleh. Not really. But still. Tomorrow will be healthier.
Another seven hour phone day. Crazy. Yay.
I think you look so good while you're riding on your pterodactyl.
So, I was at work today, walking down the hall to my supervisor's office and waiting outside the office when I found him not in there. And an old lady who was walking behind me asked if I needed any help finding something. I said no, I just came to meet Jon. She said, ‘Oh, okay. Your body English from the way you walked made me think you were lost’.
In a lot of ways, she's so right.
Um.
Nevermind. I don't feel like writing what I was about to write. Laziness, maybe.
I can't harness my mind.
‘Tuesday's come and gone’. No raincoats needed.
Part of me just doesn't want to spend five minutes filling out a state tax form.
Must stop being stupid. Must stop eating junk food. Must start running.
Blah.
Maybe I should turn qaiser.net completely into a remote hard drive.
Jeff has a site now!
I should first note that I haven't been outside since lunchtime, Saturday, and I'm not sure if I'll go outside today. It's gotten cold again, which is just bothersome.
Furthermore, I overthink when I drive Andrew's manual transmission vehicle; moving from a total stop was a bit…inconsistent on my part. He so graciously let me borrow it so that I could hang out with Carly. We went to IHOP for breakfast, then I took her to get groceries. I figure she'll develop a case of whiplash within a week.
Aside from that, I've been knitting mostly, and spending several hours on the phone with Asma, which was wonderful. She made my weekend. We can be sickeningly cute to the casual observer.
I missed seeing Clutch on Friday. They played in Chicago, but I didn't have the money to spare for a train ride nor a soul to ask a ride from. Meh. Oh well. I'll see them before 2005, hopefully. Their best instrumental is ‘Equinox’, by the way. Followed closely by ‘Tim Sult vs. The Greys’.
These are my goals for the next four weeks:
—continue looking for & applying to jobs in the DC area
—continue working diligently for current job
—look for a second job for the next 3–4 months
—work like mad designing and assembling manual for Scott Wyatt
—work on portfolio site
—(work on putting qaiser.net in action again)
—work out
—work work work? (knit knit knit.)
—procure a portable computer device
—be patient
May 19th isn't really that far away.
My brother is going to UIUC next year! Congratulate him if the mood strikes. He'll be the model college student I could never be.
no one will be believe me,
and no one cared to check it out,
you know what's gonna happen,
you know what's gonna happen,
he's gonna go down and
he's gonna come back again.
you know what's gonna happen,
you know what's gonna happen,
he's gonna go down and
he's gonna come back again.
sad i'm gonna die,
hope it's gonna happen later, later,
than i think.
At Empire, the lady recognized me enough to pre-package my lunch before serving it to me. Before long now she'll also place a plastic bag under my order.
I've walked for two hours around campus today. All for specific purposes. Destinations and such. Beautiful weather today.
A mob of some sort of Christians were walking on the quad today. One of them was dressed as Jesus and carrying a cross. Weird thing to see.
I have these ‘delusions of grandeur’, as the aged Rick James would put it. It's not about kicking the shit out of someone or punching his legs into linguini.
In the future, I will be in a state of near-constant motivation and enthusiasm. Possibly unattainable, as it requires constant brain function (though that may also result in getting a proper night's sleep 90% of the time). That's what everything reduces to. I will cover Grand Ulena songs with ease, and do smart things.
These pants are getting big. Literally.
Not Xzibit or Lent, but maybe it all makes sense.
Teapot Dome has been popping in and out of my head for the past few days, so I decide to refresh my memory of it. And coincedence strikes. Another Google bomb, but either this never became famous, or I missed it.
And, try not to overlook the little things. Everything has a purpose, apparently.
It's one thing to download +3,000 songs.
It's another thing to organize them on your harddrive.
I ate a slice of cake for breakfast. Toby is cool.
Three Schlichtings (including Andrew) have lived in the apartment building we lived in sophomore year. One of them was Andrew's cousin. Weird.
Celestial Seasoning's True Blueberry tea is nice.
As of yesterday, I finally own a teapot.
So I've been programming like crazy the past three days, converting my PHP scripts to crawl and index a site into Python, which I'd never used until three days ago. All in all, not so hard. Just tedious. I'm pretty good at picking up new programming languages.
But this fanatical devotion to getting things done came at a price.
The weather has been amazing the past few days. Simply gorgeous. Not gorgeous enough to pull me away from the computer yesterday to get out, apparently. Went to sleep with strained eyes. Woke up with a bad headache. Felt dejected. Kept putting off going outside.
And then Asma called and cheered me up. The day took on a new twist, and all was well. She is amazing.
There was nothing exciting about going out, but I could definitely feel a difference in my mood taking in the air. I did a bit of shopping at Target, which included Milano cookies (a usual buy there since it's always cheaper than grocery stores) and Cerberus, a 3-light floor lamp matching my current floor lamp (Indirecty?). It was intended to provide more light to my room, but the thing generates too much heat. Must use it only when needed.
Did some groceries at Meijer afterwards. Aside from chips, cookies, and ice cream, groceries today have been healthy. And highly perishable. Must stick to eating things that can rot quickly first, or at least regularly.
I took a long detour home from the FAR parking lot afterwards. Ended up in the Siebel Center trying to find Jason Zych so that I could clear up an incomplete credit from over two years ago. He wasn't there, unfortunately. No use in emailing him since he never replied to my last two.
Oh well. I came back to the apartment highly optimistic about things in general. I have a new resolve to get my site back up (though you won't be reading this with all the changes I intend to make). And I will find a job for this fall. Et cetera.
Oh, I've listened to Clutch's Blast Tyrant over 30 times in 5 days (last week). It's a good listen, though my favorite album is still Clutch. Remember when I had that in my Discman for a month? Yeah.
Off to…doodle. Or something.