I am nothing like a marine

Today I was pretty damn frustrated.

So of course I decided I was going to go home and re-evaluate my life and listen to music that sounds better when it's played loud, cause it's good to do that every once in a while.

But then when I actually get home I end up looking at a powerpoint presentation of wedding plans, watch part of a show where a guy goes to an OB-GYN and gets pills for a bruised spine that are normally for mentrual cramps and discuss how, Yes, I like 500 days of Summer. That's what happens when you live with chicks. Doesn't matter though since we can compromise on all this.

I'm not going to tell her I'm disappointed about the lack of chocolate chips.

However it's all kinds of awesome to come home and sit on the couch, get  harassed my housemates, watch a new sitcom, and dicuss our love lives.

This feeling of anticipation hasn't gone away yet. It's weird. It's like when you're a kid and you get to go to wonderland the next day for your birthday (...or when you turn 26). But it's lasted like 3 weeks!  So what the hell do I do?

Oh and my language has slipped into the gutter again. It's like High School bad with all the swearing and such now. The bad part about working in a place where you have to have ear-plus all day is that it's super easy to swear pretty loudly and nobody can tell what you're saying...ish. It's slightly difficult to misinterpret the word "fuck".

We had an indoor barbeque last night. It was too cold for an outdoor one. We made a whole bunch of hotdogs and bugers and stuff and then moved some of the living room furniture and spread a blanket on the floor and sat and yelled at each other. It was awesome.

I emailed a whole bunch of people last week because I'm usually pretty bad for keeping in contact with those I don't see on a regular basis, and now I think a portion of every Sunday is going to be dedicated to doing that from now on. It's been awesome to hear back from everybody. So that journey shall definitely continue.

Thought of the day: Remember, they give extra points for alacrity and effulgence.

That's me. Definitely would use laser metal eye beams to make cookies.

 Sam

 

Do it!

You ever try to apologize for something stupid that happened that wasn't your fault but you feel like you should explain yourself and apologize anyway? Damn but I tried and it didn't happen. Which is kinda weird cause I'm usually pretty good at embarrassing myself...but could not bring myself to do it.

Lately I feel like I'm waiting for something. But not anything specific I just have this weird feeling of anticipation.

I hurt my foot at work this week. As everyone knows ERs are not fun. I'm pretty frustrated with it. It turns out that I'm going to be dealing with chronic foot pain. I have a standing prescription for anti-inflammation medicine and have to whole list of things to keep on top of. It's definitely manageable. But it blows as just as I'm starting to get comfortable with the new job I have this bullshit to deal with.

Applesnarfritz.

Advice from the master.

I'm pretty terrible at keeping in contact with people. Just in general. I think it's something I'd like to work on. Hell, maybe I'll even start tonight.

That's me. Being able to light your hand on fire and bitchslap some douchefucker would be awesome. Flaming bitchslap.Nice.


Sam

Sense?

Apparently I was all Bossface Mcintimidating today. It still fucking baffles me that people can find my dumb ass scary. The only time it's justified is when my brothers are dating girls who haven't met me before. Then it's fucking fun.

If the movements of my soul are reflected in those around me, can I ever be truly alone? What pretentious tripe. Oh, but Sam, you say, that's all deep and intense. Nope. You wanna see something deep and intense I'll go kick an idiot into the grand canyon screaming the menu from Taco Bell. Lawyer'd.

I hear voices. I had hoped it was some roommates stating on the front deck, just hanging out (funny, I fully expected it even though we're rounding 2:30am) but nobody is out there. I'd like to investigate but R.Kelly might make me pee in his mouth.

hahahahahah that's what she said

I wish I could tell everybody about some crazy story involving some weird ass dating antics, but I'm all out of those. Yes really. And when people ask I get a whole of "Yeah but there's always some crazy you're not telling us about". Not this time. It's probably not good that this is a thing I'm known for. I remember when nobody believed me about the restraining order. Now it's more like "just one?" I guess trying Plenty of Fish again is out of the question.

I know the truth is more complicated, but "trees sneezing" is an awesome way to answer "What is wind?".

I have this awful tendency to get lost in my own head all the damn time. It's no wonder why I play video games and read 1000 page books. Sometimes I'd rather lose myself into something that is not me over thinking the hell out of something. Also I'd go stark raving nuts without music to listen to on the bus on walking alone.

That's me. You know that noise you make? The one where you shut the fuck up? You should do that more often.

 Sam