School's Out For Summer!
Yay! That means I'm out of a job for three months!! ... ... ... Hopefully I get one of those jarbs I applied for. I have applied for 4 custodial positions, and I'm aquiver with anticipation of the school district calling me back. In the mean time... I am watching someone's house while they are gone. Feeding their cat and watering their plants. That isn't really a job. I'm also working a couple days next week at the Presbyterian again. Pray for me that I get a jarb, please. If that's your sorta thing.
My car is fixed. The "Service Engine Soon" light is still on, but it runs smoother than the day I bought it (when it first started having these problems...) It was interesting; I had to get out of bed earlier than noon for the first time in three weeks these past three days. I had to get up at 8, in fact. Two of those days was so that I could take my car in for a service, and the other was to work at the NAMS kitchen again. I woke up Tuesday at 7:58, almost went back to sleep, then thought, "Wait, I actually have to get up today. Dammit."
Today-again, the last day of school-at Central, the boys had TP'd the stalls. I don't know if this was to annoy me or if it was an end-of-the-year thing. If they were the former, not really; it took a few seconds to pick it all up and throw it away. It would've worked better for them to take a dump on the ground again, like they've done TWICE in the past two weeks. The first time it happened, there was a log on the ground next to the toilet in the stall. The second time, they'd made it to the edge of the pot; some had gone in, some had smeered on the bowl and the seat, and some had ended up on the ground.
I related the story to Joel the first time it happened, and he said something like, "How do you miss the toilet? If you miss the toilet, you should be put with the other retards in retard school, where the toilet is a gigantic basin and you CAN'T miss. If you do, it's euthanasia time." He says awesome things like that all the time. Once, he was relating to me a story in which he'd done something stupid, and he made the observation that he "hadn't been a LESS-on, but a MORE-on." I guess he got it from a comedy skit he'd seen on TV, but I feel his delivery was better, because he was being self-deprecating (like usual. He's Eeyore.)
I also took a look at a few forums again and made a few posts... and then promptly remembered why I stopped doing that in the first place. People on generic forums or places where you can leave comments on something generally have a number of jaded little bastards who hate their lives, and want everyone else to feel like shit too. The more popular the forum, the more you will run into them. They do something between depress me and piss me off.
I'm still writing my story. It's coming very slowly, though. Like, a chapter a week. I don't want to put anything up again until I've actually proofread everything, too. And then I will take everything down and put up the proofread versions.
I'm also running and doing other stuff again afte feeling like crap for the past few weeks. And slowly learning the bass (although I haven't practiced in a few days...) Anyhoo...
Wuv, Yer Mom
My car is fixed. The "Service Engine Soon" light is still on, but it runs smoother than the day I bought it (when it first started having these problems...) It was interesting; I had to get out of bed earlier than noon for the first time in three weeks these past three days. I had to get up at 8, in fact. Two of those days was so that I could take my car in for a service, and the other was to work at the NAMS kitchen again. I woke up Tuesday at 7:58, almost went back to sleep, then thought, "Wait, I actually have to get up today. Dammit."
Today-again, the last day of school-at Central, the boys had TP'd the stalls. I don't know if this was to annoy me or if it was an end-of-the-year thing. If they were the former, not really; it took a few seconds to pick it all up and throw it away. It would've worked better for them to take a dump on the ground again, like they've done TWICE in the past two weeks. The first time it happened, there was a log on the ground next to the toilet in the stall. The second time, they'd made it to the edge of the pot; some had gone in, some had smeered on the bowl and the seat, and some had ended up on the ground.
I related the story to Joel the first time it happened, and he said something like, "How do you miss the toilet? If you miss the toilet, you should be put with the other retards in retard school, where the toilet is a gigantic basin and you CAN'T miss. If you do, it's euthanasia time." He says awesome things like that all the time. Once, he was relating to me a story in which he'd done something stupid, and he made the observation that he "hadn't been a LESS-on, but a MORE-on." I guess he got it from a comedy skit he'd seen on TV, but I feel his delivery was better, because he was being self-deprecating (like usual. He's Eeyore.)
I also took a look at a few forums again and made a few posts... and then promptly remembered why I stopped doing that in the first place. People on generic forums or places where you can leave comments on something generally have a number of jaded little bastards who hate their lives, and want everyone else to feel like shit too. The more popular the forum, the more you will run into them. They do something between depress me and piss me off.
I'm still writing my story. It's coming very slowly, though. Like, a chapter a week. I don't want to put anything up again until I've actually proofread everything, too. And then I will take everything down and put up the proofread versions.
I'm also running and doing other stuff again afte feeling like crap for the past few weeks. And slowly learning the bass (although I haven't practiced in a few days...) Anyhoo...
Wuv, Yer Mom