Back Again With the New Year
Well, I have a promise to keep, so I'm resuming my journal entries.
Again. Like this is some kind of new announcement. Pretend it is.
I'm not even going to bother trying to give excuses why I haven't been writing. My life is entertaining and all, but the big parts are all pretty routine. I can only say "I worked, went out to dinner at [blank], [blank] said something funny, and I broke [blank] on my car today. Life continues. Fin" so many times before I feel like I'm losing the point of writing at all. So I just kinda stopped writing. When I do get on the computer, I usually just read one or two comics
http://www.leasticoulddo.com/
http://www.lfgcomic.com/
http://www.hellboundcomic.com/Comic/Hellcomic.php
http://www.nuklearpower.com/latest.php
http://www.vgcats.com/comics/
http://freefall.purrsia.com/
<cough> and usually in that order. Then there's also the magical soul food known as eBay, where you can spend hours searching for and keeping track of super cool things you never really intend to buy, but like to leave the option open for yourself by clicking that "watch this item" button over and over. This activity I recently found out notifies and gets the hopes up of countless sellers of said super cool items, which as it turns out makes the button-clicking all the more entertaining. After I get through all that, I'm usually about 5 or 15 minutes late for being somewhere, or Shaya's started informing me of the current time of night more often than an alarm clock with a broken snooze button. So I never seem to have the time or enthusiasm to write in this thing.
Just to clarify, none of the above was an excuse(s). It was an announcement -- with reasonings for behavior involved. That's right, accept it.
Well it's another new year, and another dreaded odd number. Barely 24 hours into it, and things are off to such a predictably unpredictable start of the "just shoot me now" variety. Problems with closing the store have had me out later than ever, and favors to friends have had my up with the sun. Sleep much? Mmm-not so much. Just look at the timestamp of this entry.
Closing tonight, I left my house keys in the store, and we had to open it back up so I could retrieve them. I made jokes: ha-ha, absentminded me, good thing I caught it, no harm done. After my shift leader left, I went to start my car and start my mission (which I'll explain in a moment), only to find my car key (which is on its own separate keyring) was not in my pocket, or anywhere to be found. Ah yes, after I had the gall to poke fun at my key mistake that I'd caught fashionably at the last second, I had in fact made a parallel mistake of the exact same nature that I did not catch. Suffice to say, I was more than a little angry with myself, because now I had no way of getting the second keyring out of the store. It's a problem I'll have to fix when the place opens in a few hours. I waited with my friend for Shaya to come pick me up, and it was only about three minutes after she had that I realized I had that defectively-cut spare sitting in my glovebox, the one that had to be jiggled just right and twice-blessed to get it to work. Not a good night for my own self-image.
Anyway, the mission I was supposed to attend and finally got around to was using the jeep to rescue my friend's AE86, a Toyota Corolla Sprinter. Earlier today, he'd spun off an exit ramp during that brief heavy downpour. Long story short, by shear luck he ended up going through the only gap in the guardrail and suffered no damage, but was thoroughly stuck in the mud. I got a small amount of redemption for my earlier mistakes by getting every single odd and end I needed to tow him free in a single trip to my dad's, and the entire process of getting his car on the road again was painless and problem-free. But here I am, again having pulled an all-nighter. But at least it was for a good cause, for a change, and not for want of my staring at the idiot-box.
Now I must sleep, I have a few thoughts I'd like to share on the the line between letting karma happen and trying to hurry it along yourself, and the implications of such, but I sense that's going to be a bit of a lengthy thought and should better leave it for next week.
So for now, to the bedroom and then the astral planes with me!
...For two hours. I uh... need my keys back.
Again. Like this is some kind of new announcement. Pretend it is.
I'm not even going to bother trying to give excuses why I haven't been writing. My life is entertaining and all, but the big parts are all pretty routine. I can only say "I worked, went out to dinner at [blank], [blank] said something funny, and I broke [blank] on my car today. Life continues. Fin" so many times before I feel like I'm losing the point of writing at all. So I just kinda stopped writing. When I do get on the computer, I usually just read one or two comics
http://www.leasticoulddo.com/
http://www.lfgcomic.com/
http://www.hellboundcomic.com/Comic/Hellcomic.php
http://www.nuklearpower.com/latest.php
http://www.vgcats.com/comics/
http://freefall.purrsia.com/
<cough> and usually in that order. Then there's also the magical soul food known as eBay, where you can spend hours searching for and keeping track of super cool things you never really intend to buy, but like to leave the option open for yourself by clicking that "watch this item" button over and over. This activity I recently found out notifies and gets the hopes up of countless sellers of said super cool items, which as it turns out makes the button-clicking all the more entertaining. After I get through all that, I'm usually about 5 or 15 minutes late for being somewhere, or Shaya's started informing me of the current time of night more often than an alarm clock with a broken snooze button. So I never seem to have the time or enthusiasm to write in this thing.
Just to clarify, none of the above was an excuse(s). It was an announcement -- with reasonings for behavior involved. That's right, accept it.
Well it's another new year, and another dreaded odd number. Barely 24 hours into it, and things are off to such a predictably unpredictable start of the "just shoot me now" variety. Problems with closing the store have had me out later than ever, and favors to friends have had my up with the sun. Sleep much? Mmm-not so much. Just look at the timestamp of this entry.
Closing tonight, I left my house keys in the store, and we had to open it back up so I could retrieve them. I made jokes: ha-ha, absentminded me, good thing I caught it, no harm done. After my shift leader left, I went to start my car and start my mission (which I'll explain in a moment), only to find my car key (which is on its own separate keyring) was not in my pocket, or anywhere to be found. Ah yes, after I had the gall to poke fun at my key mistake that I'd caught fashionably at the last second, I had in fact made a parallel mistake of the exact same nature that I did not catch. Suffice to say, I was more than a little angry with myself, because now I had no way of getting the second keyring out of the store. It's a problem I'll have to fix when the place opens in a few hours. I waited with my friend for Shaya to come pick me up, and it was only about three minutes after she had that I realized I had that defectively-cut spare sitting in my glovebox, the one that had to be jiggled just right and twice-blessed to get it to work. Not a good night for my own self-image.
Anyway, the mission I was supposed to attend and finally got around to was using the jeep to rescue my friend's AE86, a Toyota Corolla Sprinter. Earlier today, he'd spun off an exit ramp during that brief heavy downpour. Long story short, by shear luck he ended up going through the only gap in the guardrail and suffered no damage, but was thoroughly stuck in the mud. I got a small amount of redemption for my earlier mistakes by getting every single odd and end I needed to tow him free in a single trip to my dad's, and the entire process of getting his car on the road again was painless and problem-free. But here I am, again having pulled an all-nighter. But at least it was for a good cause, for a change, and not for want of my staring at the idiot-box.
Now I must sleep, I have a few thoughts I'd like to share on the the line between letting karma happen and trying to hurry it along yourself, and the implications of such, but I sense that's going to be a bit of a lengthy thought and should better leave it for next week.
So for now, to the bedroom and then the astral planes with me!
...For two hours. I uh... need my keys back.