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*I love the snow, but sometimes it drives me insane. Specifically driving in it. Even more specifically, getting plowed in it. Dumb shit plower jacked a huge mound of snow in front of the lot where I park. I was leaving for work when I noticed it. I grabbed a shovel and tried to clear the path enough to where I could just ram through it and hop over it. Stupid me. Definitely didn't go that way. I was wedged really bad. I tried everything, shoveling the snow from underneath, salt, kitty litter, cardboard... all leading to the same results. Squadoosh. I live right next to the high school, and it's just getting out of school time, so now I have a bunch of high school kids thinking I'm a jackass. One kid was nice though. He had a truck and hooked a chain up and tried to drag me out. Problem was his chain was weak looking more like one of those chainlink dog leashes. Needless to say, it snapped pretty easily. I appreciated his attempt, but he left afterward. I called my mom who called my uncle. He came to the rescue with a real chain and a real truck (Ford, beeyotches) and pryed me loose from the snow. A whole 90 minutes I was stuck in the snow. Not a fun ordeal.
*Well it's official. Audioslave has nixed their existence. Chris Cornell inveritably walked away, looking at time with his solo career. On a normal year, this would sadden me. Audioslave wasn't the greatest, but they pumped out some pretty good songs. And their self-titled debut is one of my favorite CDs to date. But all that gets overlooked at the fact that this may open up the door for a full-on Rage reunion. True, it's all hope and speculation, but come on, what else are Tim, Tom, and Brad gonna do? And this reunification, even if so far it's only the Coachella performance, shows that Zack knows he needs his mates if he wants to do anything on a political level. If there's no animosity between the bandmates anymore, they're already reuniting if only for a night, and now there are no other previous engagements (sans Tom's Nightwatchman bit coming up), then honestly, why the fuck not? I'm not counting chickens before they hatch, but I really hope that's what it turns out to be. Really. Really. Hope.
*Might be in the market for a new job. Target is still in bounceback mode for some reason leaving me with not enough hours to maintain this whole living on my own thing. 26 hours a week is not exactly a good thing. I mean, I love the time off. But time off doesn't pay the bills. As it is, I'm shocked that my cable hasn't been clipped yet. It's been over a month since that bill was due and I'm still wired. I kind of want to see how long a leash they give me. But then again, I don't. I know what I go through when I'm disconnected. I've stated that the internet is like a drug. Disconnect me, and I go through withdrawal symptoms. So I don't think I want to play the wait-and-see game. I have enough money to pay at least one of the bills they sent me now, so I should get on that. But yeah, 26 hours ain't doing it. I applied for a photo specialist position last month, and was under the assumption that they already went through the process without even having the decency to even interview me (which pissed me off). But it turns out they hadn't even started the process, even though the last specialist left over a month ago. So I have that to hope for, but if I don't get it, I think it'll lead me to hitting the classifieds for another gig.
*Well, here's the real nugget of info. Turns out Jen is now engaged. Yeah, ex-girlfriend Jen. Engaged, at 20. It's weird. I mean, I know people engaged at this age, even younger. Hell, Tim and Erica have been engaged for almost 3 years (When's that wedding anyway?). It's just weird when that happens, I guess. Someone you used to have getting married, that is. It's not a big deal to me. If it was, I'd make it a full post and bitch and moan all over again, you know the whole angsty shit. But it's not. I was even dignified and left her a congrulatory comment on her AIM. Problem was that's all I wanted to do. And she came back from away right as I did that. So that led to one of the most seat-squirming 8 line conversations ever: A conversation which included an invitation to said wedding. I honestly did not know what to say. In fact, I did not answer. The conversation ended there. I'm still unsure if that was an authentic invitation or if it was a sympathetic gesture knowing I wouldn't accept. Or worse, maybe she asked just to make me squirm. Either way, I'm probably not going. But when i talked to Tony about it today, he really made some sense. If I do hold no ill-will towards her and want her to be happy (which I do), then it shouldn't hurt, and I should go... and bring a slammin' date with me. That is something to think about. But even if I decided that I would, I would still be too terribly embarrassed to ask if that invitation was legitimate, especially considering that brief awkward AIM conversation was the first time we spoke in over 2 years. Ah well.
*Ash Wednesday is tomorrow. And while I'm not exactly the most devout religious person under the sun, I do partake in Lent yearly. Lent is that act of giving up something between now and Easter to "commemorate", for lack of a better word, the span of time Jesus fled into the desert and fasted for 40 days. You know, that old chestnut. I actually thought about it this year instead of playing it safe and saying giving up chocolate or something simple like that. What would really make it feel like I was giving up part of me. Early on, I came up with giving up swearing. But after a day, I knew that would not work at all. No way, fuck that. I am too much of a foul mouth to even last 2 days into the Lenten season on not swearing. My mom suggested a swear jar if I had taken that path. If I had done that, I guarantee you it'd be upwards of 20 bucks in it at the end of the season. So I skipped on the swearing, but have decided on something that really is a fiber of my being. Mountain Dew. That's right, I ingested a truckload of Mountain Dew this evening (which would explain why it's 2:00 and I'm buzzed like a nectar-filled hornet), and after that, it's 40 days sans the Dew. It's harder than some think, especially considering that A) it's my favorite drink and B) I have it nearly every day. So it will be hard for me. Some say I should go the distance and cut out soda altogether. Maybe next year. The last time I gave up an entire drink category was the longest 40 days of my life. Couple years ago, I gave up Gatorade for Lent. By Day 5, I was going through withdrawal.
And that's a wrap.... More later.
*I love the snow, but sometimes it drives me insane. Specifically driving in it. Even more specifically, getting plowed in it. Dumb shit plower jacked a huge mound of snow in front of the lot where I park. I was leaving for work when I noticed it. I grabbed a shovel and tried to clear the path enough to where I could just ram through it and hop over it. Stupid me. Definitely didn't go that way. I was wedged really bad. I tried everything, shoveling the snow from underneath, salt, kitty litter, cardboard... all leading to the same results. Squadoosh. I live right next to the high school, and it's just getting out of school time, so now I have a bunch of high school kids thinking I'm a jackass. One kid was nice though. He had a truck and hooked a chain up and tried to drag me out. Problem was his chain was weak looking more like one of those chainlink dog leashes. Needless to say, it snapped pretty easily. I appreciated his attempt, but he left afterward. I called my mom who called my uncle. He came to the rescue with a real chain and a real truck (Ford, beeyotches) and pryed me loose from the snow. A whole 90 minutes I was stuck in the snow. Not a fun ordeal.
*Well it's official. Audioslave has nixed their existence. Chris Cornell inveritably walked away, looking at time with his solo career. On a normal year, this would sadden me. Audioslave wasn't the greatest, but they pumped out some pretty good songs. And their self-titled debut is one of my favorite CDs to date. But all that gets overlooked at the fact that this may open up the door for a full-on Rage reunion. True, it's all hope and speculation, but come on, what else are Tim, Tom, and Brad gonna do? And this reunification, even if so far it's only the Coachella performance, shows that Zack knows he needs his mates if he wants to do anything on a political level. If there's no animosity between the bandmates anymore, they're already reuniting if only for a night, and now there are no other previous engagements (sans Tom's Nightwatchman bit coming up), then honestly, why the fuck not? I'm not counting chickens before they hatch, but I really hope that's what it turns out to be. Really. Really. Hope.
*Might be in the market for a new job. Target is still in bounceback mode for some reason leaving me with not enough hours to maintain this whole living on my own thing. 26 hours a week is not exactly a good thing. I mean, I love the time off. But time off doesn't pay the bills. As it is, I'm shocked that my cable hasn't been clipped yet. It's been over a month since that bill was due and I'm still wired. I kind of want to see how long a leash they give me. But then again, I don't. I know what I go through when I'm disconnected. I've stated that the internet is like a drug. Disconnect me, and I go through withdrawal symptoms. So I don't think I want to play the wait-and-see game. I have enough money to pay at least one of the bills they sent me now, so I should get on that. But yeah, 26 hours ain't doing it. I applied for a photo specialist position last month, and was under the assumption that they already went through the process without even having the decency to even interview me (which pissed me off). But it turns out they hadn't even started the process, even though the last specialist left over a month ago. So I have that to hope for, but if I don't get it, I think it'll lead me to hitting the classifieds for another gig.
*Well, here's the real nugget of info. Turns out Jen is now engaged. Yeah, ex-girlfriend Jen. Engaged, at 20. It's weird. I mean, I know people engaged at this age, even younger. Hell, Tim and Erica have been engaged for almost 3 years (When's that wedding anyway?). It's just weird when that happens, I guess. Someone you used to have getting married, that is. It's not a big deal to me. If it was, I'd make it a full post and bitch and moan all over again, you know the whole angsty shit. But it's not. I was even dignified and left her a congrulatory comment on her AIM. Problem was that's all I wanted to do. And she came back from away right as I did that. So that led to one of the most seat-squirming 8 line conversations ever: A conversation which included an invitation to said wedding. I honestly did not know what to say. In fact, I did not answer. The conversation ended there. I'm still unsure if that was an authentic invitation or if it was a sympathetic gesture knowing I wouldn't accept. Or worse, maybe she asked just to make me squirm. Either way, I'm probably not going. But when i talked to Tony about it today, he really made some sense. If I do hold no ill-will towards her and want her to be happy (which I do), then it shouldn't hurt, and I should go... and bring a slammin' date with me. That is something to think about. But even if I decided that I would, I would still be too terribly embarrassed to ask if that invitation was legitimate, especially considering that brief awkward AIM conversation was the first time we spoke in over 2 years. Ah well.
*Ash Wednesday is tomorrow. And while I'm not exactly the most devout religious person under the sun, I do partake in Lent yearly. Lent is that act of giving up something between now and Easter to "commemorate", for lack of a better word, the span of time Jesus fled into the desert and fasted for 40 days. You know, that old chestnut. I actually thought about it this year instead of playing it safe and saying giving up chocolate or something simple like that. What would really make it feel like I was giving up part of me. Early on, I came up with giving up swearing. But after a day, I knew that would not work at all. No way, fuck that. I am too much of a foul mouth to even last 2 days into the Lenten season on not swearing. My mom suggested a swear jar if I had taken that path. If I had done that, I guarantee you it'd be upwards of 20 bucks in it at the end of the season. So I skipped on the swearing, but have decided on something that really is a fiber of my being. Mountain Dew. That's right, I ingested a truckload of Mountain Dew this evening (which would explain why it's 2:00 and I'm buzzed like a nectar-filled hornet), and after that, it's 40 days sans the Dew. It's harder than some think, especially considering that A) it's my favorite drink and B) I have it nearly every day. So it will be hard for me. Some say I should go the distance and cut out soda altogether. Maybe next year. The last time I gave up an entire drink category was the longest 40 days of my life. Couple years ago, I gave up Gatorade for Lent. By Day 5, I was going through withdrawal.
And that's a wrap.... More later.