Presented in English for the Hard of Hearing
'Allo world, how goes it? Good? Good. Que chevere. Taco kisses.
So much to say, and yet nothing of relevance. And thus, randomosity ensues. So I finally saw The Incredibles the other day. Fantastic movie, I'm still geeking out about it. And the jackalope too. I've finally finished rereading OotP and have now started on HbP. Observe the humongous dorkamongus and his love for Parry 'Otter. I know I've already read it and I know how it all ends, but I still read it... maybe because I have some glimmer of hope that Sirius will come back magically and him and Lupin will have hot Animagus sex. Or not.
I really wish I had a thicker skin. The smallest little confrontation will put me in a bum mood for hours on end. This morning a customer snapped at me because I pushed the wrong button and it had me upset for the rest of my shift. It's no big deal, I know this, some people are just assholes and you'd think I'd be used to it... but still, I don't think a matter of a couple dollars is really something to fly off the handle and bite my head off about it. Ehh, it's just a small example of bigger, reoccuring themes in my life I suppose... sometimes it seems people've been yelling at me my whole life. Poo.
I keep having all these really wonky dreams. I don't really dream that often, and seeing as it's been going on for weeks now this is kinda freaking me out. Especially when I keep thinking or acting as some of this bizarre stuff happened, I have to keep checking my subconscious. Like, wait a second... that makes no rubberducking sense. Unless I really did go crosscountry with Ron in a vanful of kittens dressed up in these outrageously colorful jumpers, complete with quirky little accessories. In which case.... huh.
I suppose I should go and get dressed, today is going to be a busy one. Plans upon plans. I have to go see my homie. That plus I have to go find myself and the cats a new place to live, seeing as I'm being kicked out in a month. Something about "not shaping up" like the model son I'm supposed to be or not building furniture for my mother when she wants me to. I don't know, I don't understand it really... le sigh, women are beyond me..
I bet Paul Newman never had to deal with this shit.
So much to say, and yet nothing of relevance. And thus, randomosity ensues. So I finally saw The Incredibles the other day. Fantastic movie, I'm still geeking out about it. And the jackalope too. I've finally finished rereading OotP and have now started on HbP. Observe the humongous dorkamongus and his love for Parry 'Otter. I know I've already read it and I know how it all ends, but I still read it... maybe because I have some glimmer of hope that Sirius will come back magically and him and Lupin will have hot Animagus sex. Or not.
I really wish I had a thicker skin. The smallest little confrontation will put me in a bum mood for hours on end. This morning a customer snapped at me because I pushed the wrong button and it had me upset for the rest of my shift. It's no big deal, I know this, some people are just assholes and you'd think I'd be used to it... but still, I don't think a matter of a couple dollars is really something to fly off the handle and bite my head off about it. Ehh, it's just a small example of bigger, reoccuring themes in my life I suppose... sometimes it seems people've been yelling at me my whole life. Poo.
I keep having all these really wonky dreams. I don't really dream that often, and seeing as it's been going on for weeks now this is kinda freaking me out. Especially when I keep thinking or acting as some of this bizarre stuff happened, I have to keep checking my subconscious. Like, wait a second... that makes no rubberducking sense. Unless I really did go crosscountry with Ron in a vanful of kittens dressed up in these outrageously colorful jumpers, complete with quirky little accessories. In which case.... huh.
I suppose I should go and get dressed, today is going to be a busy one. Plans upon plans. I have to go see my homie. That plus I have to go find myself and the cats a new place to live, seeing as I'm being kicked out in a month. Something about "not shaping up" like the model son I'm supposed to be or not building furniture for my mother when she wants me to. I don't know, I don't understand it really... le sigh, women are beyond me..
I bet Paul Newman never had to deal with this shit.