They might be giants, but then again, they might not.
I woke up at 8 this morning to drop my car off to get a bunch of crap fixed. All I can say is, thank God a friend of the family is a mechanic. He put on new brakes, rotors, spark plugs, and rotated my tires for $125. Granted, I definitely didn't have $125 to blow, but you've got to do what you've got to do. I need to take my car in next week to get a few more things fixed. I may need a wheel alignment (from the new brakes), I have to replace a gasket so that my antifreeze doesn't leak, and I need a new set of struts on my back tires .
For fuck's sake.
At least I am getting it taken care of before my car blows up. Sorry, Larry. I really took a shit on you, didn't I? Apparently, you really DID need a new transmission. Whoops!
I hate cars, I really do.
While waiting for my car to be fixed, I finished reading You Shall Know Our Velocity by Dave Eggers. The book, as a whole, was really creative and well written, but it was pretty jumpy, which I find annoying after a while. Overall, it was definitely worth the purchase.
I was just talking to a friend about teaching in Japan for a year. She's leaving in the fall for three years. The opportunity of that is amazing, not to mention, she's getting paid $3000 a month to do it. For $3000 a month, I'd be a Communist and eat sushi every day, no questions asked. Don't even give me that look. You'd do it too.
I just wrote up a cd review for "Strange and Beautiful", the new Aqualung album. If any of you like Coldplay, David Gray, Keane, or any mellow, Brit-poppy outfit, I would strongly recommend that you pick this up. I can't stop listening to it. Annette, you'd be all over this.
Last night I had a dream that I was back on the track team, running hurdles, when all of a sudden, the track changed into a skate park. So, we had to run our hurdles over grind rails and crap. We were like those "ultimate runners" or whatever those guys are called, who run up the sides of buildings and jump over cars. It was intense.
You'd think that I were dropping 'shrooms (or eating cheese) before I went to bed. I have had the WEIRDEST dreams lately. Drugs are such a cop out, and I'm not a huge cheese fan, so you've got me.
Okay, I need to stop procrastinating and start writing my last huge term paper; a 20 page child study. Kill me, please. I am holding my first meeting as GM at the station in a few hours. I bribed them with pizza so I can keep some sort of order. No shame.
Be good.
ex oh.
For fuck's sake.
At least I am getting it taken care of before my car blows up. Sorry, Larry. I really took a shit on you, didn't I? Apparently, you really DID need a new transmission. Whoops!
I hate cars, I really do.
While waiting for my car to be fixed, I finished reading You Shall Know Our Velocity by Dave Eggers. The book, as a whole, was really creative and well written, but it was pretty jumpy, which I find annoying after a while. Overall, it was definitely worth the purchase.
I was just talking to a friend about teaching in Japan for a year. She's leaving in the fall for three years. The opportunity of that is amazing, not to mention, she's getting paid $3000 a month to do it. For $3000 a month, I'd be a Communist and eat sushi every day, no questions asked. Don't even give me that look. You'd do it too.
I just wrote up a cd review for "Strange and Beautiful", the new Aqualung album. If any of you like Coldplay, David Gray, Keane, or any mellow, Brit-poppy outfit, I would strongly recommend that you pick this up. I can't stop listening to it. Annette, you'd be all over this.
Last night I had a dream that I was back on the track team, running hurdles, when all of a sudden, the track changed into a skate park. So, we had to run our hurdles over grind rails and crap. We were like those "ultimate runners" or whatever those guys are called, who run up the sides of buildings and jump over cars. It was intense.
You'd think that I were dropping 'shrooms (or eating cheese) before I went to bed. I have had the WEIRDEST dreams lately. Drugs are such a cop out, and I'm not a huge cheese fan, so you've got me.
Okay, I need to stop procrastinating and start writing my last huge term paper; a 20 page child study. Kill me, please. I am holding my first meeting as GM at the station in a few hours. I bribed them with pizza so I can keep some sort of order. No shame.
Be good.
ex oh.