dammit bones, i'm not an actor!!!!!!!
WILLIAM SHATNER IS A FREAKIN' GENIUS!!!
With that said, I think it's safe to say that I've lost my mind. lol. Okay, so I watched "Invasion Iowa" today. Mind you, I'm not one to watch people embarrass themselves. It's kind of a strange little trait I have, I just get embarrased when people are embarassing themselves. But you know, the damn show is genius and I kept laughing so hard that my throat is ragged. I don't know if I can watch this piece of entertainment wonder all this week. I also have to compromise my Friday night Battlestar Galactica viewing to finish this damn show. Isn't this sad? My life is now comprised of being able to watch a handful of shows each week. Someone save me from this!
I was all ready to go to work and I thought to call my client's guardians to make sure that he was going to be making it to his first class. Lo and behold, apparently he was going to a few evaluations today and was going to miss most of the day. "Oh, no one told you?" Well duh. So I told her to not bother sending her child to school since she didn't know how long the evaluations were going to take. I'm so tired of this bullshit. There's more than a dozen people on this case and no one talks to each other. It's bloody fucken brilliant. And people wonder why the mental health of kids these days are severely held back. *sigh* Whatever. It just means that this month is going to suck money-wise, which means it'll be just like any other month. I love adulthood. Yes, that was typed with so much sarcasm my keyboard is dripping.
I got a late Easter card from my friend Ebony. It was a pleasant surprise. I usually write her more than she writes me, but as of late it's been the other way around. I can't seem to keep in touch with anyone anymore. I've started about five letters to Lisa and I've never gotten past the first page (then I lose it). I wrote Natalie but for some reason I just kept getting blank emails back. My mother cancels my AOL account and I don't hear about it until a month later. I finally get the screen names of a couple of old friends and I don't ever get to sign on to AIM. I guess right now I'm destined for a life of semi- hermitdom. All I know is that I've always been the damn social butterfly and now I'm no more than a damn caterpillar almost fully encased in chrysalis. Oh what a lovely sight.
At least I'm writing again. Now I have to break out of my tendency to write haiku. I read this one girl's poem a few minutes ago and she asked for constructive criticism. I actually started to write it but I ended up deleting it. I'm not comfortable with deconstructing poetry because I end up just rewriting the piece. The heart of it was good, some of the phrasing is a bit awkward, the spelling and grammar was slightly flawed but all of this means nothing if the poem I read is what she meant to write. Grr. I wish I were in a poetry group again. Charles writes poetry and he's the one that got me into his haiku project but he's more the prose guy. It's kind of awkward to get him to read my pieces because of my emotional attachment to him. I don't know. I'd appreciate a new pair of eyes, I suppose. One day I'll be back doing my poetry at full swing. For now, all this shit I'm going through will just be considered gathering material.
aloha til later. \m/
With that said, I think it's safe to say that I've lost my mind. lol. Okay, so I watched "Invasion Iowa" today. Mind you, I'm not one to watch people embarrass themselves. It's kind of a strange little trait I have, I just get embarrased when people are embarassing themselves. But you know, the damn show is genius and I kept laughing so hard that my throat is ragged. I don't know if I can watch this piece of entertainment wonder all this week. I also have to compromise my Friday night Battlestar Galactica viewing to finish this damn show. Isn't this sad? My life is now comprised of being able to watch a handful of shows each week. Someone save me from this!
I was all ready to go to work and I thought to call my client's guardians to make sure that he was going to be making it to his first class. Lo and behold, apparently he was going to a few evaluations today and was going to miss most of the day. "Oh, no one told you?" Well duh. So I told her to not bother sending her child to school since she didn't know how long the evaluations were going to take. I'm so tired of this bullshit. There's more than a dozen people on this case and no one talks to each other. It's bloody fucken brilliant. And people wonder why the mental health of kids these days are severely held back. *sigh* Whatever. It just means that this month is going to suck money-wise, which means it'll be just like any other month. I love adulthood. Yes, that was typed with so much sarcasm my keyboard is dripping.
I got a late Easter card from my friend Ebony. It was a pleasant surprise. I usually write her more than she writes me, but as of late it's been the other way around. I can't seem to keep in touch with anyone anymore. I've started about five letters to Lisa and I've never gotten past the first page (then I lose it). I wrote Natalie but for some reason I just kept getting blank emails back. My mother cancels my AOL account and I don't hear about it until a month later. I finally get the screen names of a couple of old friends and I don't ever get to sign on to AIM. I guess right now I'm destined for a life of semi- hermitdom. All I know is that I've always been the damn social butterfly and now I'm no more than a damn caterpillar almost fully encased in chrysalis. Oh what a lovely sight.
At least I'm writing again. Now I have to break out of my tendency to write haiku. I read this one girl's poem a few minutes ago and she asked for constructive criticism. I actually started to write it but I ended up deleting it. I'm not comfortable with deconstructing poetry because I end up just rewriting the piece. The heart of it was good, some of the phrasing is a bit awkward, the spelling and grammar was slightly flawed but all of this means nothing if the poem I read is what she meant to write. Grr. I wish I were in a poetry group again. Charles writes poetry and he's the one that got me into his haiku project but he's more the prose guy. It's kind of awkward to get him to read my pieces because of my emotional attachment to him. I don't know. I'd appreciate a new pair of eyes, I suppose. One day I'll be back doing my poetry at full swing. For now, all this shit I'm going through will just be considered gathering material.
aloha til later. \m/