BUSY DAY!
Whew, It's been a while since I've posted an entry so I figured I'd leave something about my unbelievably busy day.
I got up at 11 AM today (after going to bed at 8 AM) and walked to the UK library before it closed. For someone who can appreciate a good book as much as myself, few things fair in comparison to Young Library (and probably ever will.)
Upon entering the building I spotted an old friend, her name shall not be disclosed due to the fact that she's extremely paranoid and I don't think she'd enjoy seeing her name on the internet due to "those dumbass bastards that actually voted yes to the patriot act"!
She came over to my apartment, we discussed literature and a little bit of philosophy for a while, talked about what was going on in our lives and she left. It was then that I realized that I had failed to get a book upon my first trip to the library, so I walked back there again.
...it was closed now...
I screamed "FUCK"! Just as a young man and his even younger son walked by; only to have the man lecture me for the next 6 minutes on why using language around a boy his son's age showed very questionable judgment, unlike a "true college student" which he said I'd "failed to become."
It's alright, though. I barely paid attention to a thing the man said after the 1:30 mark, mainly due to the fact that at around that time I realized exactly how much the man resembled Zach Morris from "Saved by the Bell." Upon realizing this I sort of smiled to myself and wondered if the man would've been able to yell at me if I had my old white man's afro from a few years back, seeing as how he could've viewed me as Screech and we could've spent the next 6 years with me being his bitch; not unlike the bond shared between the two men on television.
Anywho, after this I ventured to Tolly Ho's, ate my usual GREAT meal, 4 pieces of toast, 2 eggs (over easy), 4 pieces of bacon, 2 pieces of sausage, an order of hashbrowns, and a glass of orange juice to top it off. All for just $7.99, I love Tolly Ho's.
The woman there is really sweet and we usually speak for about 10 minutes every time I come in. Not to mention the fact that her ass is pretty irresistible and so I'll probably continue coming in and enjoying "the view" until she notices that my eyes are rarely transfixed onto hers.
Afterwards I decided I'd just buy a book at Kennedy's (ignoring the fact that the place could put any mediocrely rich man out of business with prices like theirs) and ventured forward. Walking immediately to my usual "Philosophy" section on the left side where they have all sorts of Philosophy books that you'd rarely see in a philosophy classroom which is refreshing.
The book I eventually had to buy was "Ecce Homo" by Frederich Nietzsche. It was his last published work and shows slight hints of his madness before he actually went insane. It drove me wild upon reading it today, considering how wonderful I find the man, not being able to decide which mental illness he must've actually had to drive him from being fine one day, to laying in his bed without speaking for the next few months before dying there.
After Nietzsche put more than one smile on my face (for reasons which I will not mention in interest of the reader who may one day venture to purchase the same work), I went into the kitchen and baked some chicken and french fries (which are really belgum in origin) and waited for 40 minutes.
Those 40 minutes were possibly the most boring 40 minutes of my entire life. I kid you not when I say for the next 40 minutes I sat there, staring into my television...the television was off... I watched myself in the television and wondered if I'd have what it takes to be on television as a real entertaining presence. After about 10 minutes I decided on the no, unfortunately the next 30 minutes were spent watching how extremely kinesthetic my adam's apple is whenever I sing highly and then lowly.
After I decided that weight-gain was possibly the best en route to fixing this problem I noticed that it was time to eat. Ignoring the fact that my towel I use to get my food out of the oven was increasingly dirty, (even though I still remember it was?) I used it to remove my food from the 450 degree heat and waited 5 minutes for my food to cool down so I could eat.
I spent the next 2 hours reading "Ecco Homo" and here I am now, bored, and chatting with you, the reader. I hope your day is going just as well (or perhaps unwell?) as mine, depending on your judgment. If you think that's an unwell day, I hope yours is unwell too seeing as how you disagree with my judgment as to what a well day, is. So yeah, fuck you.
Anyways, I just would like to inform the reader than none of the above is true. I did none of these things today. As a matter of fact, I've been up since 7:30 PM and have yet to leave my apartment room (except to check the mail which is about a 30 foot treck down the hall). If you spent time reading this, realize that you could've spent your time more wisely doing something else and curse your own name into the air for assuming the validity of this entire post without my first affirming it for you ahead of time.
Leaving you with a quote, "GRD", (the new way hicks say git-r-dun, which is supposed to be get 'er done, which is red neck for "get it completed", which is really a very ambitious thing to be said, really by rednecks who usually spend their time threatening their fellow man.)
Good-bye, Reader.
~Daddy
I got up at 11 AM today (after going to bed at 8 AM) and walked to the UK library before it closed. For someone who can appreciate a good book as much as myself, few things fair in comparison to Young Library (and probably ever will.)
Upon entering the building I spotted an old friend, her name shall not be disclosed due to the fact that she's extremely paranoid and I don't think she'd enjoy seeing her name on the internet due to "those dumbass bastards that actually voted yes to the patriot act"!
She came over to my apartment, we discussed literature and a little bit of philosophy for a while, talked about what was going on in our lives and she left. It was then that I realized that I had failed to get a book upon my first trip to the library, so I walked back there again.
...it was closed now...
I screamed "FUCK"! Just as a young man and his even younger son walked by; only to have the man lecture me for the next 6 minutes on why using language around a boy his son's age showed very questionable judgment, unlike a "true college student" which he said I'd "failed to become."
It's alright, though. I barely paid attention to a thing the man said after the 1:30 mark, mainly due to the fact that at around that time I realized exactly how much the man resembled Zach Morris from "Saved by the Bell." Upon realizing this I sort of smiled to myself and wondered if the man would've been able to yell at me if I had my old white man's afro from a few years back, seeing as how he could've viewed me as Screech and we could've spent the next 6 years with me being his bitch; not unlike the bond shared between the two men on television.
Anywho, after this I ventured to Tolly Ho's, ate my usual GREAT meal, 4 pieces of toast, 2 eggs (over easy), 4 pieces of bacon, 2 pieces of sausage, an order of hashbrowns, and a glass of orange juice to top it off. All for just $7.99, I love Tolly Ho's.
The woman there is really sweet and we usually speak for about 10 minutes every time I come in. Not to mention the fact that her ass is pretty irresistible and so I'll probably continue coming in and enjoying "the view" until she notices that my eyes are rarely transfixed onto hers.
Afterwards I decided I'd just buy a book at Kennedy's (ignoring the fact that the place could put any mediocrely rich man out of business with prices like theirs) and ventured forward. Walking immediately to my usual "Philosophy" section on the left side where they have all sorts of Philosophy books that you'd rarely see in a philosophy classroom which is refreshing.
The book I eventually had to buy was "Ecce Homo" by Frederich Nietzsche. It was his last published work and shows slight hints of his madness before he actually went insane. It drove me wild upon reading it today, considering how wonderful I find the man, not being able to decide which mental illness he must've actually had to drive him from being fine one day, to laying in his bed without speaking for the next few months before dying there.
After Nietzsche put more than one smile on my face (for reasons which I will not mention in interest of the reader who may one day venture to purchase the same work), I went into the kitchen and baked some chicken and french fries (which are really belgum in origin) and waited for 40 minutes.
Those 40 minutes were possibly the most boring 40 minutes of my entire life. I kid you not when I say for the next 40 minutes I sat there, staring into my television...the television was off... I watched myself in the television and wondered if I'd have what it takes to be on television as a real entertaining presence. After about 10 minutes I decided on the no, unfortunately the next 30 minutes were spent watching how extremely kinesthetic my adam's apple is whenever I sing highly and then lowly.
After I decided that weight-gain was possibly the best en route to fixing this problem I noticed that it was time to eat. Ignoring the fact that my towel I use to get my food out of the oven was increasingly dirty, (even though I still remember it was?) I used it to remove my food from the 450 degree heat and waited 5 minutes for my food to cool down so I could eat.
I spent the next 2 hours reading "Ecco Homo" and here I am now, bored, and chatting with you, the reader. I hope your day is going just as well (or perhaps unwell?) as mine, depending on your judgment. If you think that's an unwell day, I hope yours is unwell too seeing as how you disagree with my judgment as to what a well day, is. So yeah, fuck you.
Anyways, I just would like to inform the reader than none of the above is true. I did none of these things today. As a matter of fact, I've been up since 7:30 PM and have yet to leave my apartment room (except to check the mail which is about a 30 foot treck down the hall). If you spent time reading this, realize that you could've spent your time more wisely doing something else and curse your own name into the air for assuming the validity of this entire post without my first affirming it for you ahead of time.
Leaving you with a quote, "GRD", (the new way hicks say git-r-dun, which is supposed to be get 'er done, which is red neck for "get it completed", which is really a very ambitious thing to be said, really by rednecks who usually spend their time threatening their fellow man.)
Good-bye, Reader.
~Daddy