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Goretex Weather Report by the Shining is my theme song.
That was an eventful day. I am sore from frisbee, and it is sad. It was frisbee! Not yoga or anything. Just running around after a floating disc.
That hits people in the butt. Or the head.
Hell. I hope I'm not catching Betsy's cold. I've got to work tomorrow. I don't want to be sick at work! And it's brunch day, too. Brunch is so awesome. The tips are great, and there's so little you have to do. People who work the lunch shift (myself) get the shaft. The tips are poorer, the hours are shorter, and there's more running around to do.
But that's okay! Because a large percentage of our wait staff will be leaving this fall! Which means extra shifts for bonzo.
In other exciting news, there is an employee pool party on Tuesday. Booyah.
It's unsettling being happy.
Lately, I'll often have a moment of sudden worry. Worry about what? About not being depressed for several days. How weird is that? Worrying over being happy.
The moment passes, and I remember that it's what I want. That it's okay to be like this. It's the way I want to be.
It's so unsettling to watch it happen though. To have an entire week at work where I get along with everyone, where I come in to work happy, stay happy, and then leave happy. Or fall into natural conversation with people.
What I'm talking about must sound silly to some people. That's okay. It's understandable. I don't think most people have the same sort of social handicaps I have.
You know something else that's kind of weird?
You know that secret hope you have? Where you get into a horrible accident and are confined to a wheelchair or lose an arm or something? The one where everything is taken care of for you and all you have to do is learn to live with that disability?
Yeah, that one.
What if you sudden realized you actually did have a disability? What would you do? Not quite as glamorous anymore? Probably not. Did that nagging feeling in your head about accomplishing something with your life go away?
No?
I didn't think it would.
Ohh... New Faint album is so yummy. Fran uploaded all new music into my iPod for the drive today, because he couldn't find his own. Which means I have all sorts of new stuff to go through.
Sweeeeet.
It occurred to me today that I'm not really into finding my own music. I'm not the sort of person that goes looking for it. I can pick what I like from what's presented to me, but I'd never go into a music store to listen to CDs or anything like that.
This is where Fran is cool. He spends time looking for music. And he's pretty good at finding good music. He acts as a filter, and I then I pick through the filtered music to find what I like.
Voilá!
I could see myself being the same way with graphic novels. Back when I was going to Eastwind, I'd spend my lunchbreak most days in the library. I could usually plow through one or two a day, and that got me through a good portion of the library's collection. I found a lot of ones I liked, and I found a lot of... Ones I didn't. I should make a list some time.
Mmm... iPod, baby, I missed you. I don't care what that heretic Ren says about your delinquent siblings, you're the bomb.
That was an eventful day. I am sore from frisbee, and it is sad. It was frisbee! Not yoga or anything. Just running around after a floating disc.
That hits people in the butt. Or the head.
Hell. I hope I'm not catching Betsy's cold. I've got to work tomorrow. I don't want to be sick at work! And it's brunch day, too. Brunch is so awesome. The tips are great, and there's so little you have to do. People who work the lunch shift (myself) get the shaft. The tips are poorer, the hours are shorter, and there's more running around to do.
But that's okay! Because a large percentage of our wait staff will be leaving this fall! Which means extra shifts for bonzo.
In other exciting news, there is an employee pool party on Tuesday. Booyah.
It's unsettling being happy.
Lately, I'll often have a moment of sudden worry. Worry about what? About not being depressed for several days. How weird is that? Worrying over being happy.
The moment passes, and I remember that it's what I want. That it's okay to be like this. It's the way I want to be.
It's so unsettling to watch it happen though. To have an entire week at work where I get along with everyone, where I come in to work happy, stay happy, and then leave happy. Or fall into natural conversation with people.
What I'm talking about must sound silly to some people. That's okay. It's understandable. I don't think most people have the same sort of social handicaps I have.
You know something else that's kind of weird?
You know that secret hope you have? Where you get into a horrible accident and are confined to a wheelchair or lose an arm or something? The one where everything is taken care of for you and all you have to do is learn to live with that disability?
Yeah, that one.
What if you sudden realized you actually did have a disability? What would you do? Not quite as glamorous anymore? Probably not. Did that nagging feeling in your head about accomplishing something with your life go away?
No?
I didn't think it would.
Ohh... New Faint album is so yummy. Fran uploaded all new music into my iPod for the drive today, because he couldn't find his own. Which means I have all sorts of new stuff to go through.
Sweeeeet.
It occurred to me today that I'm not really into finding my own music. I'm not the sort of person that goes looking for it. I can pick what I like from what's presented to me, but I'd never go into a music store to listen to CDs or anything like that.
This is where Fran is cool. He spends time looking for music. And he's pretty good at finding good music. He acts as a filter, and I then I pick through the filtered music to find what I like.
Voilá!
I could see myself being the same way with graphic novels. Back when I was going to Eastwind, I'd spend my lunchbreak most days in the library. I could usually plow through one or two a day, and that got me through a good portion of the library's collection. I found a lot of ones I liked, and I found a lot of... Ones I didn't. I should make a list some time.
Mmm... iPod, baby, I missed you. I don't care what that heretic Ren says about your delinquent siblings, you're the bomb.