DOOM~
hey hey all you sports fan, its a beautiful day here in the sunshine city and it looks like it'll be perfect weather for our game tonight... home team's got the lead but this game's the real teller of who's gonna go on to the championships. our team needs a few more points in the running but with enough goals tonight, well let's just say it could still be anybody's season, and... over to you, bill, for the weather.
umm.... don't ask. and its -31 C, not a beautiful day.
anyway, got home a few hours ago, been lazy, didn't have another nap though. going to work in ten mins. what kind of shift is one to nine anyway?
right, so my visit home was eventful. nathan was there, we were deciding what to do, and i get the urge to play video games. not just any video games, but N64 video games. no particular reason, just like those ones i guess. well, the 64, last i saw it, was in the storage room, so away sarah and i go to the storage room. up, i go, onto a shelf to look in a box that's on top of another shelf.
lesson of the day : don't try to put all your weight on particle board, no matter how light you think you are or how easy it was when you were younger. SNAP! goes the shelf under me, dragging me down, down, down as i bring this box down almost over my head to catch myself (which completely fails)...
did i mention the screw holding up the particle board that scraps my ribs on the way down. doesn't hurt that much, but the shock of falling and scraping myself was rather jolting. ryan came bursting in when he heard all the noise, it was rather cute, but sarah shooed him away till we could collect ourselves and assess the damage. oh, and rubbing alcohol hurts like a bitch. all in all, i might end up with a wicked scar, or not. we'll see.
umm, i also had one of my lovely emotional breakdowns. those are always fun. sarah and mom were quite good sports about the whole thing, which is nice. and we moved furniture around, always good. i was very annoyed of nathan by the time he left, he was being kind of a jerk the whole time and when i had my pleasent breakdown and when i got my epic scrape he just didn't understand that a girl needs two things : some friggen space, and her mom. jeez, its not a hard concept. when i am sobbing, leave the kitchen, please, don't make me feel the need to escape the kitchen. bah. and yeah, just being a general annoyance. i feel kinda bad for seeing him that way, but its his own damn fault so i really don't feel that bad.
what else? dunno... i need a few groceries but i haven't got time to shop till tomorrow evening after work, which isn't too bad i guess, and i've got some xmas shopping left to do which might end up waiting until tuesday... scratch that, which will end up waiting till tuesday, upon when i'll wrap everything.
i gotta jet, work beckons.
<3 you all.
ttyl,
gin
umm.... don't ask. and its -31 C, not a beautiful day.
anyway, got home a few hours ago, been lazy, didn't have another nap though. going to work in ten mins. what kind of shift is one to nine anyway?
right, so my visit home was eventful. nathan was there, we were deciding what to do, and i get the urge to play video games. not just any video games, but N64 video games. no particular reason, just like those ones i guess. well, the 64, last i saw it, was in the storage room, so away sarah and i go to the storage room. up, i go, onto a shelf to look in a box that's on top of another shelf.
lesson of the day : don't try to put all your weight on particle board, no matter how light you think you are or how easy it was when you were younger. SNAP! goes the shelf under me, dragging me down, down, down as i bring this box down almost over my head to catch myself (which completely fails)...
did i mention the screw holding up the particle board that scraps my ribs on the way down. doesn't hurt that much, but the shock of falling and scraping myself was rather jolting. ryan came bursting in when he heard all the noise, it was rather cute, but sarah shooed him away till we could collect ourselves and assess the damage. oh, and rubbing alcohol hurts like a bitch. all in all, i might end up with a wicked scar, or not. we'll see.
umm, i also had one of my lovely emotional breakdowns. those are always fun. sarah and mom were quite good sports about the whole thing, which is nice. and we moved furniture around, always good. i was very annoyed of nathan by the time he left, he was being kind of a jerk the whole time and when i had my pleasent breakdown and when i got my epic scrape he just didn't understand that a girl needs two things : some friggen space, and her mom. jeez, its not a hard concept. when i am sobbing, leave the kitchen, please, don't make me feel the need to escape the kitchen. bah. and yeah, just being a general annoyance. i feel kinda bad for seeing him that way, but its his own damn fault so i really don't feel that bad.
what else? dunno... i need a few groceries but i haven't got time to shop till tomorrow evening after work, which isn't too bad i guess, and i've got some xmas shopping left to do which might end up waiting until tuesday... scratch that, which will end up waiting till tuesday, upon when i'll wrap everything.
i gotta jet, work beckons.
<3 you all.
ttyl,
gin