Monday, October 25, 2004

The Observations

I'm just going to keep this window open all day and see what happens...

• My hair is extra soft today. I feel like a Pantene commercial.

• Maybe that's because I use Pantene.

• I'm glad that I made the woman in the lobby smile by prentending to fall over while I was demonstrating the graphic on my new t-shirt to my friend Sarah.

• My new t-shirt features a man falling over with the phrase "I do all my own stunts".

• To be fair, I do fall over and run into things with some regularity, so it's fairly accurate.

• If I got paid as a stuntman every time I was clumsy, I wouldn't have to work. At all.

• The biscuit I had for breakfast today was extra light and fluffy.

• I wonder if it's rude to walk around the office while eating an apple. But I'm the food guy. Isn't it expected?

• Knowing the keyboard code for • (Alt+0149) makes me feel very techno savvy.

• Even though I'm really not.

• Is that why everyone thinks I can fix their computers?

• Man, I wish I could just take a nap right here. I'd be far more productive.

• I didn't even watch TV last night.

• Which means that I didn't even watch Deperate Housewives or Jack and Bobby.

• Jack and Bobby is moving to Wednesday nights. Not fair. Like I don't already have enough TV to worry about on Wednesdays to add too.

• Yes, I'll still watch it.

• How did it get to be 11:30 already? I haven't even started my homework that's due tonight.

• The urge to sleep has again set in. I so don't want to finish this paper. It's stupid.

• Ice cream helps motivation only slightly.

• It's far more fun to help the ex with her self-evaluation at work. It's not as hard it one might thing. She worked very hard at conquering Hexic and I think she should be rewarded as such.

• I love the new Howie Day CD.

I just ignored my phone because it was a vendor calling, and I really didn't want to spend the time talking to them. Is that wrong? What else is caller ID for?

• I'm debating having a bag of microwave popcorn for dinner, since I have to leave for class in 20 minutes. A class that I sorely do not want to attend.

There you go. An entire day of posts. Now get off my back.
10/25/2004 09:13:00 AM link | talk (3)

 Tuesday, October 19, 2004
The Likeness

So I was talking to your friend and mine, Jill Matrix (don't try to go to her blog...it's gone...sad...) and i was telling her about the show I just did. I directed her to a picture from the show so she could have a bit of a laugh.

Usually when I show someone a picture of me they say, "Oh, it's not that bad..." or "Well, you're in character, aren't you?" Because these things make it ok to look the way I do in most photos.

(To be fair, I have enjoyed how I look in a few photos over the years, but not many.)

But not Jill. Upon seeing my picture she replies, "No. I want to see a picture of you. Why are you showing me a picture of Orson Wells?" To which I replied, "Huh?"

But then I did a search, and I discovered something quite upsetting.



How is it possible that I look so much like Orson Wells? And how is it possible that no one has ever brought that to my attention?

It's not a good thing. He was not an attractive man when he grew up. Example.



Do you see?

Yeah. It's all downhill from here.
10/19/2004 09:41:00 PM link | talk (1)

 Monday, October 11, 2004
The Time

I've done this before: streched myself so thin that I have no hopes of getting everything done in a reasonable amount of time. The emails in my inbox have piled up to number almost 300, half them waiting for a reply. The articles to read for this week's classes sit untouched in various piles around my living room.

Speaking of...my apartment is trashed, because we struck the show and left pretty much everything in the back room. I also have two roommates who just leave things laying around (something that I can't say I'm not guilty of too). And it's not just like unopened mail, which there is plenty of. I'm talking like bicycles in the kitchen.

No, I don't know why.

And --

OK, why should I list everything that needs to be done? You don't care, and it will only make me sound extra whiny.

Here's the problem. Even when I have all this stuff to do, I still justify that I need time for myself. Time to go out for my birthday. Time to sit and watch TV and do nothing. If I didn't need at least 6 hours of sleep every night, I could probably get it all done.

Or I could turn off the TV and not watch Desperate Housewives. And Jack and Bobby. And Extreme Makeover: Home Edition (which sucks this season, don't you think?) Granted, when Tivo-ing, those shows are all much shorter than their scheduled hour. But still, think about how much I could get done if I didn't waste time watching them? Think about how much I could get done if I didn't insist on finishing the book I started last week. ("I'm so close to then end, it's stupid not to just finish so I can start reading my homework pages without thinking about how it's going to end...")

And think about how much I would get done if I didn't have to come and sit at work every day? And go to school every night?

Seriously, what I need to do is take like a week off from work and just do the rest of the things I should have been doing for the past month. Ah, but I can't do that, now can I? Not if I want any vacation days for the rest of the year.

And really, am I doing anything now? I could be working on homework, couldn't I? Instead I'm sitting here reading the Red Eye, looking up episode guides of The Bachelor and whining on my blog. Which is fun for everyone to read, eh?
10/11/2004 09:06:00 AM link | talk

Friday, October 01, 2004
The Month

As The Amy has reminded me, today is the first of my birthday month.

It actually came as a bit of a surprise. We're down to six days. I knew it was coming up, but I didn't realize just how close it weas until my mom sent an email asking what I wanted.

I dunno. I hadn't thought about it. I haven't even updated my Amazon wishlist in ages. And I also realized that I'd taken away the link from the site, so it's been completely out of sight, out of mind. For once in my life, I can't think of anything that I really want or need, aside from expensive things like a new computer or something. But I'm buying that myself with my student loan refund.

It's strange that I wouldn't really focus on my brithday, since I've certainly been focusing on my age lately. I've been feeling awfully old.

Now I know some people might say something like, "You're not old! Shut up!"

I know this. I'll only be 27. Which is not old at all. But I will be moving into the land of "late twenties", and I tend to surround myself with lots of people who are younger than me. So I acknowledge that it just a perception of age.

This was all most likely prompted by a classfull of 20-year-old undergrads on Wednesday night complaining about finding internships and not being ready to be grown up yet. It was all I could do to not hurl my textbook at that whiny chick in the front row who would not stop talking. It also turns out that one of the lawyers in the FIRM is younger than me too. This makes sense, since I have other friends who have passed the bar and are lawyers, but it still hurts. He's a lawyer and I'm a snackmaster. A snackmaster in grad school who runs a theatre company, but a snackmaster nonetheless.

So now I sit here, racking my brain, thinking of something that I want for my birthday. Something other than a better job, a better apartment or a better pant size. Something other than my completed degree, my bills paid off and all the jalapeno jam I can eat.

Actually, jalapeno jam doesn't sound too bad.
10/01/2004 01:51:00 PM link | talk (4)