Practice my T-Rex Moves 21 April, 1999
|I had too much coffee tonight at Cafe
Brazil and I think I'm either going to throw up or my nervous system is going to give out.
Actually, I couldn't decide whether to get coffee or coke, so I got both. And we didn't
get there until 9 pm. Which means that after all of that caffeine I am never going to get
to sleep. This sucks.
Today was yet another uneventful day at work. Minus the fact that I didn't have anyone throw up while talking on the phone to me. Bummer. Leif (one of the managers) brought me a big Swedish candy bar though for no reason ... probably because I'm taking over Deb's job while she's out, so that was nice. If you ever get a chance to try Swedish chocolate, take it. It's so good. And then Greg went out during lunch and brought me a sandwich back for lunch. Another nice coworker. And at 3:30 the ice cream truck drove by as usual. On time. So I ran out the front door and got some ice cream. A Sabrina the Teenage Witch ice cream pop with a bubble gum jewel in the center. Not that great, but it was still kind of cool. And then Mr. Jim's brought a pizza by as a promotion, so we all got free pizza. I think I'm going to explode.
In the meantime I sat around surfing a bunch of
different sites. I read quite possibly every article on that mass killing in Colorado. And
then I started looking at people's online journals. And I don't like most people that keep
a journal. Which is conflicting because I write one.
Yes yes yes. Okay. I am a geek but I do have a few friends who I love but not too many so I feel pretty well adjusted. And I'm sure there are plenty of people out there who hate what I have to say, but well, I can't do anything about it.
Too much caffeine and I simply cannot think straight. Bear with me folks. I'm sure there's going to be a point to all of this black text on day-glo background.
I've been going back and listening to a lot of REM lately. I had a dream last night where Placebo were singing "Losing My Religion" and it actually kind of sounds like something they would do anyways. I remember I used to love REM and listened to them everyday for like a year. I listened to Out of Time everyday after school on the bus when I first moved to Allen. And bought Monster the day it came out. And the same for New Adventures in Hi-Fi. I think a lot of my REM psuedo-worhipped stopped when I first heard Weezer, so thank God for that. However, I do enjoy indulging in my old ways now and then.
Tonight I completed Phase 2b on cleaning my apartment. My porch. Does anyone know how to clean up a chocolate milk stain on concrete? I don't exactly have a water hose and high pressure nozzle to work at getting the grime up. I also started going through my closet and I must have at least 10 Kula Shaker posters stacked up in the back. And I found lots of pairs of shoes (albeit lame ones) that I forgot I used to wear. Tomorrow I plan on attacking more of my bedroom. It needs it. My bedroom furniture is still being used by my sister at my parent's house, so all I have is my queen sized bed and a round bedside table. And a couple of those stackable cardboard containers that I hold my underwear and pajamas and socks in. The rest is just a great big free for all. And I'm lazy, so when I change clothes, I just throw them onto a stack in the floor. And right now, if I were to jump off of my bed, I wouldn't get hurt because the stack is at least a foot deep. I realize that I have a nice huge walk in closet that can remedy much of this, but I just have to take the time do actually do it. I threw some Modest Mouse in the old stereo and busted the hangers out. And I now have a walkway to my closet. Presto.
Saturday night I'm going to be having dinner with Courtney. I haven't seen her in a long time so it will be fun to catch up.
Tomorrow night Amanda and I are going to Trees to see Slash's Snakepit. Is it going to be good? Well... it's going to be fun. A good excuse to dress trashy and be stupid. I really wish I had my camera because I would love to have pictures of this.
I'm trying to grow my hair out. I realized a couple of weeks ago that I've had a stupid bobbed haircut for a couple of years now. No more! I want to grow it a little past my shoulders and curl the ends and have pretty hair for once instead of a "cute" cut. I am getting impatient with it already. The ends are kind of going their own way and this humidity is not doing much for it.
Argh. I missed Judge Judy tonight. That's no good. Last night she told a man he was full of bologna and to shut up. That's what I'm saying. When Judge Judy cracks the whip, the whip comes down.
I think I'm going to do some situps and then read for a while and head to bed. I've got to wind down and typing pointlessly probably isn't helping that out.