Adrenaline is wearing off
Painted the inside of house 5 with this lady Lindsey for Habitat today. It was good work but I got some paint on my clothes. It's one of my new shirts from Plato's closet so on the one hand that's a bummer but on the other it only cost me 3 bucks.
Cripes, I've paid way more for way less.
Lately, I've been getting great deals by doing research as well as finding ways to get stuff for cheap or free. One hand washes the other, share and share alike. Such and such. It really puts a damper on the whole economy thing.
I think if you gave me a million bucks I'd start volunteering full time. It's so much better than work. You show up and do the same things you do when you get paid for it; but when it's all done you feel great, or at least I do.
There's no soul sucking feeling that makes you want to take comfort in fast food and zone out with videos games, knowing that tomorrow will be the same thing. That your talents are going to waste for some sweat shop or some greedy old miser. Hell, they could burn the house down or sell it for a million dollars and I wouldn't be phased one bit.
The zoo has to be the best though. I'm shoveling shit and risking attacks in the cat cages but when I hold a bowl off the ground for a baby zebra to drink from, I don't mind. Actually, it's better than that. Even if I was just shoveling shit I would still be having a blast. Maybe I'm lucky that I have lost a portion of my sense of smell from smoking and that incident that got me a deviated septum, (it's true what they say about that certain drug) but it doesn't bother me.
Really, I'm trying to figure out what would bother me. I guess if I was walking down the street and got mugged or beat up or something that would be a drag. I sure didn't like getting put in the hospital. It's a shame this body isn't stronger and more capable of defending itself. Even if I was as strong as Salvatore sensei, eventually there would be enough guys or one with a gun or something; there's always a bigger gun.
The next tangent this stream of conciousness takes me on is about government and the right to bear arms. I watch too much politics on TV lately; so I'll move on to my latest movie watching fun.
Choke. After watching an interview with the director, what is it, Clark Greg? Greg Clark? Sorry if you read this I didn't memorize your name - the director and Chuck Palahniuk (I finally memorized the spelling of yours though) I gathered that the book has some distinct differences from the movie.
The thing with the rock house is more important in the book and the boss at the recreation place isn't even a character in the book, I think. I haven't read it yet but due to the apparent discrepencies, I think I will.
I may have mispelled discrepencies, normally I'd google the word for the right spelling but I'm on a writing rampage. Shoot, I'm gonna have to LJC this for sure.
Anyway, I'm hyper and happy and riding my bike from Stead to Reno was great! It was more uphill than I thought, just about killed my legs on that third hill going down North Virginia, but I made it. Stopped off at the school and did an hour of internet. Didn't have enough time to finish because I was trying in vain to contact a member of British Parliament, Dr. Roger Berry - who was informing me via a hotmail account that I have received a $52 mil. inheritance. I got a failure notice in trying to contact his parliament email and when I went to the UK site for the MP's I kept getting denied because I don't have a British postal code in my address. Like I said, hotmail, so probably a scam.
That's about enough I suppose. I'm so pumped I could type all day. So much life is happening that I could go on and on. Better to go live it than to spend all day writing about it.
Peace
Cripes, I've paid way more for way less.
Lately, I've been getting great deals by doing research as well as finding ways to get stuff for cheap or free. One hand washes the other, share and share alike. Such and such. It really puts a damper on the whole economy thing.
I think if you gave me a million bucks I'd start volunteering full time. It's so much better than work. You show up and do the same things you do when you get paid for it; but when it's all done you feel great, or at least I do.
There's no soul sucking feeling that makes you want to take comfort in fast food and zone out with videos games, knowing that tomorrow will be the same thing. That your talents are going to waste for some sweat shop or some greedy old miser. Hell, they could burn the house down or sell it for a million dollars and I wouldn't be phased one bit.
The zoo has to be the best though. I'm shoveling shit and risking attacks in the cat cages but when I hold a bowl off the ground for a baby zebra to drink from, I don't mind. Actually, it's better than that. Even if I was just shoveling shit I would still be having a blast. Maybe I'm lucky that I have lost a portion of my sense of smell from smoking and that incident that got me a deviated septum, (it's true what they say about that certain drug) but it doesn't bother me.
Really, I'm trying to figure out what would bother me. I guess if I was walking down the street and got mugged or beat up or something that would be a drag. I sure didn't like getting put in the hospital. It's a shame this body isn't stronger and more capable of defending itself. Even if I was as strong as Salvatore sensei, eventually there would be enough guys or one with a gun or something; there's always a bigger gun.
The next tangent this stream of conciousness takes me on is about government and the right to bear arms. I watch too much politics on TV lately; so I'll move on to my latest movie watching fun.
Choke. After watching an interview with the director, what is it, Clark Greg? Greg Clark? Sorry if you read this I didn't memorize your name - the director and Chuck Palahniuk (I finally memorized the spelling of yours though) I gathered that the book has some distinct differences from the movie.
The thing with the rock house is more important in the book and the boss at the recreation place isn't even a character in the book, I think. I haven't read it yet but due to the apparent discrepencies, I think I will.
I may have mispelled discrepencies, normally I'd google the word for the right spelling but I'm on a writing rampage. Shoot, I'm gonna have to LJC this for sure.
Anyway, I'm hyper and happy and riding my bike from Stead to Reno was great! It was more uphill than I thought, just about killed my legs on that third hill going down North Virginia, but I made it. Stopped off at the school and did an hour of internet. Didn't have enough time to finish because I was trying in vain to contact a member of British Parliament, Dr. Roger Berry - who was informing me via a hotmail account that I have received a $52 mil. inheritance. I got a failure notice in trying to contact his parliament email and when I went to the UK site for the MP's I kept getting denied because I don't have a British postal code in my address. Like I said, hotmail, so probably a scam.
That's about enough I suppose. I'm so pumped I could type all day. So much life is happening that I could go on and on. Better to go live it than to spend all day writing about it.
Peace