Happy Memorial Day
Okay, so I'll be updating this thing on a (fairly) regular basis I guess. We'll see I suppose. And just as I'm typing this, I'm realizing my space bar might have something under it because it won't press down all the way. Hmmm...So I just took out my keyboard and shook out a bunch of crumbs from underneath, most which are probably from two semesters worth of indulging in Jimmy John's Vegetarian Sub on French bread at the keyboard. Guess I shouldn't be typing under the influence anymore. And no, I'm not a vegetarian, I just like the sandwich. It has alfalfa sprouts. Hehe.
And I pray (as you may be too) that all of my entries on this thing from now on won't be about pointless random crap like that paragraph up there. But for those of you that may have an idea of the multiple daily conversations that took place between me and Dave on a regular basis during school...Maybe cause for concern.
Well, what to update you on in my boring life at the moment...We had my mom's family over yesterday for me and my cousin Sara's birthday. I got some cool gifts as usual (because I'm a fricking spoiled brat), my possible favorites being the newfound availability of possible funds to splurge on CDs, my all-time favorite item to spend money on. Maybe a DVD or two. I'll be making a run to about 4 or 5 stores tomorrow to waste most of it.
Tell me what's wrong with this picture...I'm 21 years old, and I still get birthday cards and gifts from my aunts and uncles. My parents pay for tons of my crap. They actually expect me to live at home for a few years after I graduate and not only don't seem to care, they seem to WANT me to. I really get the feeling that I seriously need to grow up. Not that I don't like gifts or being taken care of, but that's the point - I'm fricking spoiled. But why blab about it here? Does me no good. I have just wasted a paragraph of space, and my fingers and keyboard feel slighted.
My parent's have been busy doing a boatload of housework lately, including today, and they are actually asleep on the couch cuddled up together in their pajamas (or sleep attire) as I type this. They fell asleep watching the Phoenix/San Antonio game. Neither was able to stay awake for the end, when Phoenix pulled it out....Hahahaha, I love when spontaneous things happen as I type. So my brother just got home, and my dog Derby ALWAYS barks at him like a crazy fricking killer whenever he gets home. And of course, my parents are now woken up, and then I yelled at him for barking at Ryan, and I think I scared him because he went into his cage and tucked his tail down. And now Derby's paying me a visit at the keyboard, and now my brother is in here petting him. Funny how things turn around :-) .
This week will (at least for sure) consist of splurging money tomorrow, two (maybe two and a half) days of work, and then going up north camping with friends at Rifle River Friday-Sunday. Possibly (but doubtfully) a trip to the casino with my brother and/or uncle (and you, whoever you are, if you want to come along - and I actually know you). Oh yeah, and the Pistons' game tomorrow, and if they win, I'll watch the one on Thursday. Not that I'd give up on them, I just can't stand to see their season end on the road because I always end up wanting to kill the fans there. Hopefully it won't come to that.
Also, since my internship hours have been fairly mild lately, I'll probably be lining up another job interview. I've given thought to just selling Cutco for two days a week, but I have to be honest with myself and say that I wouldn't be committed to it. Nothing wrong with it, I've just made a lot of mistakes in building up my customer base, which are all my own fault, and it would take quite a bit of time to build it back up again, time that I'm just not willing to commit. So that's my brief mental think-out-loud blurb for ya.
I'll spare the other pointless details, other than that, I've got to shower and get to bed in a bit. And why am I tempted to end this with a departing phrase like, "Peace," or, "See you later," when I'm not really physically present to you anyways (at least in all likelihood)? Do you really care what is going on in Adam's life? Ha ha, probably not, at least not enough to fully enjoy reading this whole thing. Not that I care about that though, those who want to read it will.
But Happy Memorial Day, and say a prayer for all the veterans, and the people in the service right now. Yeah, it sounds like rosy typical Memorial Day sugar, just added for a touch of sweetness, but I'll leave it to you to determine the sincerity of that sentence. I don't really care :-).
This entry is starting to sound like I'm getting depressed, lol, which kind of scares me because I'm actually not. Heck, it's a holiday, I've got about $200 to splurge tomorrow, and I'm going up north next weekend. And Dave is coming for the first time. Although Rob won't be coming, which cuts down on entertainment for sure, but I guess Chris can still get drunk, cut down trees (just for fun), almost land one on Eric's car, and douse a fire in lighter fluid all by himself without Rob's influence. Iiiiiiiii don't know. I'll obviously let you know what goes down camping, lol. I'll shut up now.
BTW, Dave if you're reading this, let me know when's good to call you to do somethin because I'm kind of afraid to because the last few times I did, I woke u up :-). You midnight shifters. Maybe we can go to Taco Bell and yap for an hour again, lol, or something, I dunno, or you can bring your I-pod over and we can jam while playing pool again. You get the idea. Either get me on AIM or the cell.
And I pray (as you may be too) that all of my entries on this thing from now on won't be about pointless random crap like that paragraph up there. But for those of you that may have an idea of the multiple daily conversations that took place between me and Dave on a regular basis during school...Maybe cause for concern.
Well, what to update you on in my boring life at the moment...We had my mom's family over yesterday for me and my cousin Sara's birthday. I got some cool gifts as usual (because I'm a fricking spoiled brat), my possible favorites being the newfound availability of possible funds to splurge on CDs, my all-time favorite item to spend money on. Maybe a DVD or two. I'll be making a run to about 4 or 5 stores tomorrow to waste most of it.
Tell me what's wrong with this picture...I'm 21 years old, and I still get birthday cards and gifts from my aunts and uncles. My parents pay for tons of my crap. They actually expect me to live at home for a few years after I graduate and not only don't seem to care, they seem to WANT me to. I really get the feeling that I seriously need to grow up. Not that I don't like gifts or being taken care of, but that's the point - I'm fricking spoiled. But why blab about it here? Does me no good. I have just wasted a paragraph of space, and my fingers and keyboard feel slighted.
My parent's have been busy doing a boatload of housework lately, including today, and they are actually asleep on the couch cuddled up together in their pajamas (or sleep attire) as I type this. They fell asleep watching the Phoenix/San Antonio game. Neither was able to stay awake for the end, when Phoenix pulled it out....Hahahaha, I love when spontaneous things happen as I type. So my brother just got home, and my dog Derby ALWAYS barks at him like a crazy fricking killer whenever he gets home. And of course, my parents are now woken up, and then I yelled at him for barking at Ryan, and I think I scared him because he went into his cage and tucked his tail down. And now Derby's paying me a visit at the keyboard, and now my brother is in here petting him. Funny how things turn around :-) .
This week will (at least for sure) consist of splurging money tomorrow, two (maybe two and a half) days of work, and then going up north camping with friends at Rifle River Friday-Sunday. Possibly (but doubtfully) a trip to the casino with my brother and/or uncle (and you, whoever you are, if you want to come along - and I actually know you). Oh yeah, and the Pistons' game tomorrow, and if they win, I'll watch the one on Thursday. Not that I'd give up on them, I just can't stand to see their season end on the road because I always end up wanting to kill the fans there. Hopefully it won't come to that.
Also, since my internship hours have been fairly mild lately, I'll probably be lining up another job interview. I've given thought to just selling Cutco for two days a week, but I have to be honest with myself and say that I wouldn't be committed to it. Nothing wrong with it, I've just made a lot of mistakes in building up my customer base, which are all my own fault, and it would take quite a bit of time to build it back up again, time that I'm just not willing to commit. So that's my brief mental think-out-loud blurb for ya.
I'll spare the other pointless details, other than that, I've got to shower and get to bed in a bit. And why am I tempted to end this with a departing phrase like, "Peace," or, "See you later," when I'm not really physically present to you anyways (at least in all likelihood)? Do you really care what is going on in Adam's life? Ha ha, probably not, at least not enough to fully enjoy reading this whole thing. Not that I care about that though, those who want to read it will.
But Happy Memorial Day, and say a prayer for all the veterans, and the people in the service right now. Yeah, it sounds like rosy typical Memorial Day sugar, just added for a touch of sweetness, but I'll leave it to you to determine the sincerity of that sentence. I don't really care :-).
This entry is starting to sound like I'm getting depressed, lol, which kind of scares me because I'm actually not. Heck, it's a holiday, I've got about $200 to splurge tomorrow, and I'm going up north next weekend. And Dave is coming for the first time. Although Rob won't be coming, which cuts down on entertainment for sure, but I guess Chris can still get drunk, cut down trees (just for fun), almost land one on Eric's car, and douse a fire in lighter fluid all by himself without Rob's influence. Iiiiiiiii don't know. I'll obviously let you know what goes down camping, lol. I'll shut up now.
BTW, Dave if you're reading this, let me know when's good to call you to do somethin because I'm kind of afraid to because the last few times I did, I woke u up :-). You midnight shifters. Maybe we can go to Taco Bell and yap for an hour again, lol, or something, I dunno, or you can bring your I-pod over and we can jam while playing pool again. You get the idea. Either get me on AIM or the cell.