monday morning, you gave me no warning
Post o rama this weekend! I always post most when I have the least to say.
I got myself all psyched up that today was the day i would finish my online application for U of I...and of course today was scheduled maintenance.
Another Sunday of being bored out of my mind at work, which will be followed tomorrow by another Monday of being bored out of my mind. At least I'm getting good practice for my next speech for class, since all I can do all day is talk to myself.
My Aunt comes in on Tuesday, and next Saturday, the eleventh, is my grandparent's fiftieth wedding anniversary party that my mom and my aunt have been planning for months. Of course, my crack head cousin and his sister, the child (and by child, I mean she's eighteen) who still thinks its cute to belch at dinner (every night) will be there, so rest assured it will not be a classy evening. Even if those two were not a factor, everything in the world pisses my Nana off recently. "That'll show him!" is her favorite sentiment, even when it makes no sense. Since it makes no sense, she can apply it to any and all situations equally.
My mom and I had a mini impromptu Paranormal State marathon tonight, featuring my favorite episode ever. There is one where a fifty something year old lady is totally in love with the ghost that has been haunting her house ever since her family when they moved in in the sixties. Everyone else is convinced its evil, but she has convinced herself that he is simply misunderstood. She also has convinced herself that he is sticking around the house to be near her, even though he died in the late eighteen hundreds and they moved in....about seventy years later.
That actually reminds me of a book I read when I was in middle school and could still somewhat tolerate young adult fiction. There was a series of books about a teenage medium, and over time she grew to love the ghost of a teenage boy haunting her room. I think they started to date towards the end of the series, and the question of them sharing the same room but not the same physiological state of being at such an early stage in their relationship was quite an awkward one. Or I just thought it through to that point, and that's when I started wandering around the library aimlessly looking for any books that were better than that. I once read an entire book on competitive eating. Why? The title was awesome: Horsemen of the Esophagus. You can not argue with a title like that.
Because it will swallow you whole, that's why not. Listen, you, I don't just say these things to hear myself talk. I'm giving you real life advice here! Don't mess with a title like that or it will be the LAST thing you do!
And then you will end up becoming a ghost and haunting your local library and no one will want to attend storytime for the local kids and then a whole generation of children in your area will become illiterate and now you've just caused a civics disaster, just because you wouldn't heed my warnings. Maybe in your next life you would. Spend the time in between thinking of cool things to tattoo on your knuckles.
I got myself all psyched up that today was the day i would finish my online application for U of I...and of course today was scheduled maintenance.
Another Sunday of being bored out of my mind at work, which will be followed tomorrow by another Monday of being bored out of my mind. At least I'm getting good practice for my next speech for class, since all I can do all day is talk to myself.
My Aunt comes in on Tuesday, and next Saturday, the eleventh, is my grandparent's fiftieth wedding anniversary party that my mom and my aunt have been planning for months. Of course, my crack head cousin and his sister, the child (and by child, I mean she's eighteen) who still thinks its cute to belch at dinner (every night) will be there, so rest assured it will not be a classy evening. Even if those two were not a factor, everything in the world pisses my Nana off recently. "That'll show him!" is her favorite sentiment, even when it makes no sense. Since it makes no sense, she can apply it to any and all situations equally.
My mom and I had a mini impromptu Paranormal State marathon tonight, featuring my favorite episode ever. There is one where a fifty something year old lady is totally in love with the ghost that has been haunting her house ever since her family when they moved in in the sixties. Everyone else is convinced its evil, but she has convinced herself that he is simply misunderstood. She also has convinced herself that he is sticking around the house to be near her, even though he died in the late eighteen hundreds and they moved in....about seventy years later.
That actually reminds me of a book I read when I was in middle school and could still somewhat tolerate young adult fiction. There was a series of books about a teenage medium, and over time she grew to love the ghost of a teenage boy haunting her room. I think they started to date towards the end of the series, and the question of them sharing the same room but not the same physiological state of being at such an early stage in their relationship was quite an awkward one. Or I just thought it through to that point, and that's when I started wandering around the library aimlessly looking for any books that were better than that. I once read an entire book on competitive eating. Why? The title was awesome: Horsemen of the Esophagus. You can not argue with a title like that.
Because it will swallow you whole, that's why not. Listen, you, I don't just say these things to hear myself talk. I'm giving you real life advice here! Don't mess with a title like that or it will be the LAST thing you do!
And then you will end up becoming a ghost and haunting your local library and no one will want to attend storytime for the local kids and then a whole generation of children in your area will become illiterate and now you've just caused a civics disaster, just because you wouldn't heed my warnings. Maybe in your next life you would. Spend the time in between thinking of cool things to tattoo on your knuckles.