Stuff and Nonsense
DAMMIT JEN! You had to schedule the Rock Star Bob Party DURING the Angie Aparo concert, didn't you? Alcohol or Angie? Sigh. Well then, looks like it's back to the 'Nooga on the 23rd to chill at Rhythm & Brews again. Such a hard life I lead. I hope psycho drunk lady doesn't come back. Or, if she does, I hope someone sits on her so the REST OF THE BAR can actually enjoy the show.
Life continues to throw things at me. Some of it goodish, some of it badish, most of it dramatic. Drama. Drama. Drama. If you, dear reader, feel like there is too much drama in your life, the only advice I will lend you is this: don't try to avoid it! The harder I try to avoid and negate the drama in my life, the more my life seems plagued by it. I recommend complete escapism. Sex, drugs, rock & roll ... whatever cranks your tracker. Personally, I think I'm either going to take up Ballroom Dancing or Fencing. Both are random and outside the realm of "I know ANYTHING about this" and I think it will do me good.
I think I might also try RPGs or LARPs (I know Kerstin is bouncing for joy at this) but at the moment I have no one to play with. Anyone else in the Atlanta area have an established thing or interested in starting one? I may be reached ... here. I also need someone willing to call me at 6 in the morning and wake my ass up so that I'll get out of bed and jog or do some yoga or SOMETHING. Motivated but not is a weird feeling.
Any other suggestions?
In my "real" life: Mom and Dad threw me a huge curve ball this past week. I was chillin at the house, catching up the folks and talking with Daddy about plans for moving home (we turned in our official "not coming back" letter to the apartments this week) in August. And I can't bring my furniture home. Period. End of story. Can't even keep it in the little random room up in the attic that is currently being used for ... you guessed it ... FURNITURE STORAGE! Mom's being a pill about this, and Daddy -- in typical Daddy style -- is backing her up on it completely. Note to future parents: The most effective thing you can do as a parent, much though it may piss your child off, is to completely and blindly support the decisions of your spouse. SO ... anyone want to babysit a queen sized bed for a few years? I've looked into storage, but that shit is expensive ... like $600 a year expensive ... and as much as I love my bed that is FINALLY broken in just right, I don't love it that much. And it's not worth that much. Grrrrr. Maybe I can get Jen to keep some bookshelves and the tree. I do love my tree. Jen, will you tree sit for a few years?
In the workforce: Jamey up and left. What does this mean for me? THE CHAIR. I now have a nice, leather, office chair instead of the dinky little computer chair I've had for A YEAR. You think they could spot for a chair. Oh well. Have one now. The office is moving sometime later this summer. A bit north of where we are now, which means when I move back to the house (sans furniture) I'll have a couple exits less to drive. I really need to figure out some back roads to get down here from Cobb. Atlanta traffic sucks. HOPING for one of the spiffy new iMac G5s. That would be too sweet. Running Tiger even. Sigh. When did I become such a Mac afficionado? Oh well ... damage is done.
SO. To-do list for this weekend:
1. Transfer money from savings to checking
2. Spend transfered money on vodka for Rock Star Bob Party
3. Consume purchased vodka at Rock Star Bob Party
4. Find 100wordsperminute and borrow "Firefly" DVDs
5. Jump a horse over some poles
6. Motivate myself to figure out what personal belongings are to be kept and where
7. write
That is all.
Life continues to throw things at me. Some of it goodish, some of it badish, most of it dramatic. Drama. Drama. Drama. If you, dear reader, feel like there is too much drama in your life, the only advice I will lend you is this: don't try to avoid it! The harder I try to avoid and negate the drama in my life, the more my life seems plagued by it. I recommend complete escapism. Sex, drugs, rock & roll ... whatever cranks your tracker. Personally, I think I'm either going to take up Ballroom Dancing or Fencing. Both are random and outside the realm of "I know ANYTHING about this" and I think it will do me good.
I think I might also try RPGs or LARPs (I know Kerstin is bouncing for joy at this) but at the moment I have no one to play with. Anyone else in the Atlanta area have an established thing or interested in starting one? I may be reached ... here. I also need someone willing to call me at 6 in the morning and wake my ass up so that I'll get out of bed and jog or do some yoga or SOMETHING. Motivated but not is a weird feeling.
Any other suggestions?
In my "real" life: Mom and Dad threw me a huge curve ball this past week. I was chillin at the house, catching up the folks and talking with Daddy about plans for moving home (we turned in our official "not coming back" letter to the apartments this week) in August. And I can't bring my furniture home. Period. End of story. Can't even keep it in the little random room up in the attic that is currently being used for ... you guessed it ... FURNITURE STORAGE! Mom's being a pill about this, and Daddy -- in typical Daddy style -- is backing her up on it completely. Note to future parents: The most effective thing you can do as a parent, much though it may piss your child off, is to completely and blindly support the decisions of your spouse. SO ... anyone want to babysit a queen sized bed for a few years? I've looked into storage, but that shit is expensive ... like $600 a year expensive ... and as much as I love my bed that is FINALLY broken in just right, I don't love it that much. And it's not worth that much. Grrrrr. Maybe I can get Jen to keep some bookshelves and the tree. I do love my tree. Jen, will you tree sit for a few years?
In the workforce: Jamey up and left. What does this mean for me? THE CHAIR. I now have a nice, leather, office chair instead of the dinky little computer chair I've had for A YEAR. You think they could spot for a chair. Oh well. Have one now. The office is moving sometime later this summer. A bit north of where we are now, which means when I move back to the house (sans furniture) I'll have a couple exits less to drive. I really need to figure out some back roads to get down here from Cobb. Atlanta traffic sucks. HOPING for one of the spiffy new iMac G5s. That would be too sweet. Running Tiger even. Sigh. When did I become such a Mac afficionado? Oh well ... damage is done.
SO. To-do list for this weekend:
1. Transfer money from savings to checking
2. Spend transfered money on vodka for Rock Star Bob Party
3. Consume purchased vodka at Rock Star Bob Party
4. Find 100wordsperminute and borrow "Firefly" DVDs
5. Jump a horse over some poles
6. Motivate myself to figure out what personal belongings are to be kept and where
7. write
That is all.