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So, I've got a touch of o.c.d.. I hate to call any portion of my preferences or opinions a 'pet peeve' because, frankly, the term is stupid. It reduces the user, like most of those short alliterative cliches. So its o.c.d. for me, and today what I cannot abide is dishes improperly washed. I can't figure out how they manage it, but Rob and Dom can get the entire dish dirty. I pick up a bowl and - slip - into the sink it falls, the outside of the thing greasy-slick. It's revolting. Same happens with the handles of silverware. Sure, everybody does dishes differently, but I'll never get used to this 'only-the-part-that-touches-food-needs-to-be-clean' school.
... what the hell was that about? Yeah, I'm still living a little outside my customary, easygoing demeanor.
Well, I suppose thats all thats going on. I'm just sitting here, pushing my sleep schedule back into the realms that everyone else avoids, and I'm bored. I washed some dishes on behalf of the commonality, as the commonality wills a celebration for Brendan's 21st birthday tomorrow evening.
Hence the harrowing encounter with the dishes, in case you hadn't gotten that.
Hey, Bren is 21, did you catch that? That means we're approaching the 15 year mark of being friends, which on a personal timeline only running for 20, is an awful lot. Or something around 15; my memories of 1st grade are a trifle foggy. Funny how different you can turn out, really. Or rather, how different you can stay. Brendan is still his goofy workaholic self, and here I am still slacking off.
Not for much longer though, it seems. The uw admissions folks must have thought higher of my personal statement this time around, because I got accepted without condition. It was a novel experience, sitting there at work and getting the news via text message. I couldnt help but laugh out loud, which tells me I'll make a good villain one day. They always laugh when an uncertain plan goes through after all. Then they get stares from their coworkers, and limit themselves to giggles for another half hour.
Hmmm. Wow. I think I should go take a break, this entry is getting a little weird.
... what the hell was that about? Yeah, I'm still living a little outside my customary, easygoing demeanor.
Well, I suppose thats all thats going on. I'm just sitting here, pushing my sleep schedule back into the realms that everyone else avoids, and I'm bored. I washed some dishes on behalf of the commonality, as the commonality wills a celebration for Brendan's 21st birthday tomorrow evening.
Hence the harrowing encounter with the dishes, in case you hadn't gotten that.
Hey, Bren is 21, did you catch that? That means we're approaching the 15 year mark of being friends, which on a personal timeline only running for 20, is an awful lot. Or something around 15; my memories of 1st grade are a trifle foggy. Funny how different you can turn out, really. Or rather, how different you can stay. Brendan is still his goofy workaholic self, and here I am still slacking off.
Not for much longer though, it seems. The uw admissions folks must have thought higher of my personal statement this time around, because I got accepted without condition. It was a novel experience, sitting there at work and getting the news via text message. I couldnt help but laugh out loud, which tells me I'll make a good villain one day. They always laugh when an uncertain plan goes through after all. Then they get stares from their coworkers, and limit themselves to giggles for another half hour.
Hmmm. Wow. I think I should go take a break, this entry is getting a little weird.