Good?

Funniest thing I read recently:

"You don't wait for a girl to verbally tell you she likes you. It's the sparkle in her eyes, her posture, the way she grabs your head and shoves your face into her boobs."

I was talking about my dating life with a buddy the other day and we were kinda bitching and whining about how we're both striking out lately, and I read this on an article online earlier that day and dropped it just at the perfect time. We both had a laugh and then decided that women hate us and had a beer. That was a good day.

So on Friday the 13th I came home smelling like sunscreen and dirt and sweat. And that only means one thing... Garden Centre is open! I very much liked it out there last summer and It all came back . That was a good day too.


Actually things are going pretty snazy at both jobs, which, to tell you the truth, is slightly disappointing. It's just that I need a real and full time job rather than jobs I would have been good at in high school. I'm looking, but having a good time at the jobs I have now is just going to make it harder if I hate to quit one (or both). But I'll burn that bridge when I cross it, like I usually do.

So I've been playing chess again, mostly with Jay on Facebook, and that's been fun. Every year or so I go through a chess revival type thing where I want to play all of the freaking time and then get disappointed that I'm not as good as when I was 12 and taking on all comers at a Toronto public library. It's still fun though. I'll try to keep going as much as possible since the internet makes playing very easy. It is good.

(if you like chess and use the chess.com facebook thing my username is Samooel)

Oh and in interesting news, a coworker of mine is having twin girls. Since I'm a twin I think this is super awesome. She will also probably think it's awesome until she discovers that the evil/good twin concept is a real thing. I'm definitely the evil one. Jay agrees. In fact, pretty much anyone who knows the both of us agree with this. For example, tonight at work I bribed 2 of my coworkers with pizza to dance and sing the "cha-cha slide" in front of customers. Not that good, but for a reason.

Cause that's how I roll bitchez.

I've also been kinda nervousy and shit lately. There's a bit of a dilemma I have to work out, but suffice to say, there is a girl I'm kinda interested in. And no more shall be said on the subject.

For now.

And Jay has some good ideas.

That is all.

Potentially good.


I also finished season 6 of How I Met Your Mother (super awesome show, if you have a sense of humor you should check it out) and need a new TV show to watch. I'm thinking BattleStar Galactica, since I'm a huge geek and I've heard good things.

Anyway, that's me. Shit where I eat?

SpAmmy

It makes me talk to myself

Sappy music. Just cause.



My brain! It has failed me.

My brain! It is not a redhead in a Princess Leia slave costume!

My brain! It's only weakness is Kryptonite! (whisper) I might be superman.

My brain! Math is not my friend.

My brain! It talks to itself. Out loud.

I'm not a huge fan of working for a living, but I suppose I need something to do with my time since I do tend to get bored rather easily. But the new job scooping ice-cream and mixing candy into it isn't too bad. It's actually a pretty great work environment, and the people don't seem like they want to kill me and wear my head as a hat, and that usually a good sign. So far, thumbs up.

Oh yeah and maybe there are things I shouldn't mention there till people get "used" to me.

For example my habit of talking to myself has bitten me in the ass (again). When I spend a lot of time at the house by myself I tend to discuss stuff...with myself. It kinda fills the silence. But I kinda get into it too much and have a bit of trouble NOT talking to myself when I'm back around real people. Slightly awkward when a co-worker thinks you're talking to them when you're not. Even if you happen to be looking right at them.

I'm going to get a reputation. Chances are it'll probably be the same one I already have.

Also I probably should not have discussed pant-less Tuesdays outside the house. Apparently some "people" (and friends) don't get it. Pant-less Tuesday doesn't just happen on Tuesdays people, it is a celebration that happens when I don't need to get dressed because nobody else is here. Why is this a difficult concept? I mean, besides the whole name of the event confusing people thing. That part I think I get.

Today I did Laundry and cleaned my room (and watched like 7 episodes of How I met Your Mother, Barney is so awesome, but sometimes it bothers me how much Ted reminds me of me what with the failed philosophizing and idealistic romantic notions and such) Tomorrow will be the kitchen and fridge. I'm productive!

....and bored as shit. I should probably work on that whole "social life" thing some people have. I might have a Plenty of Fish date coming up, but those are always a mixed bag at best. Of course I'll tell you how it goes.

Oh and interesting ideas for the future lately, and that's always fun!

Anyway that's me. No idea how a 1/2 hour bike ride justified more than 3 hours of video games. Maybe my brain is good for something after all!

SpAmmy

I'm predictable!

So my friend/roommate/mortal enemy (haven't quite worked out that last bit yet) did a blog post poking fun at my foibles and posting everybody's favourite picture of me where I look like a giant douche.

So I was all like:

Ooo just you wait, damn you'll be sorry. (Okay Spammy lots of ideas, come on)

And Becca was all:

Bring it on!

S: Oh you're going to be sorry. (shit buddy, come up with something!)

B: Oh yeah? Go ahead and try.

S: Oh I won't try, I'll do. (bonus points for the star wars reference, but C"MON!)

B: Okay well I'll be gone for a few days.

S: Have fun eating the little potatoes! See ya later! (goddamn my brain hates me)

And so far I have come up with fuck all. I had this one idea where I was going to take a dump in her pillowcase...but I went into her room and I can't even find her damn pillowcase. Seriously, miniature civilizations could rise and fall in the cluttered landscape that she is somehow able to live in. Then I had an idea to post one of HER embarrassing pictures on my blog, (thanks facebook!) but there are no pictures considered as universally embarrassing for her as the one she posted of me.

So I'm kinda at a loss. I mean, it's not like she was mean and uncouth. Most of the crap about me was pretty spot on. I AM kinda predictable. I definitely like the amazing combo of pizza and a movie. I say "that's what she said" like 10 times a day (x3 if I'm drunk) and I definitely understand the importance of routine. So maybe I don't need to respond. I can just be a nice guy, take in the fun harmless way it was intended and move on. I could be unpredictable in the way that nobody would ever expect me not to try to get her back from poking fun at me.

So, here's some more good music.



So uh yeah sometimes I do this thing where I forget how old I am. I'm actually 25. Maybe I'm just anticipating my birthday?

....slightly embarrassed. Actually I think my twin brother was kinda offended for some reason.

And I'm still watching waaayyyy to much how I met your mother. It's just so awesome!

So uh, that's me. Stay tuned for next time when I talk about my POF dating experience!

SpAmmy

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I have decided not to grow up.

It's official, and you heard it here first Internet. (please don't tell my mom though, she won't be happy). I'm 26, I have 3 jobs, and I work 6 days a week, I pay rent, phone bills, credit card bills and an osap loan. But all I really want to do is play. And not necessarily video games either! I just want to hang out with my friends and do stupid shit all the time, it's that simple.

Well ish.

I just don't want to be bored, or even worse I don't want to cause others to be bored. So I declare it here, I will never throw a wine tasting "gathering" where people discuss mortgage rates. In fact if you throw such a gathering, don't tell me because I might punch you in your baby making part(s). Or (circumstances dictating of course) I will punch your baby.

I want to always be up for a night of drinking or gambling. I want to always be excited about going to a video arcade or an amusement park full of roller coasters. If nothing else, I always want to want to listen to the music I love. Seriously I would probably be stark raving nuts without music. My music. Epic shit right here people.



I like the part where they just rock the fuck out for the last minute and a half of the song.

Have you ever been having a conversation with somebody and realize you just don't want to talk to that person anymore? For the rest of your life? I've just come to the realization that there are some people around me, that I don't really want to be around anymore. It's weird outgrowing your friends. Or people that thought they were friends with you and you thought you were friends with but really weren't due to a variety of extenuating circumstances.

I just like spending time with people who like me. Duh.

Oh speaking of awesome, I've been watching a bunch of How I Met Your Mother. Want to know how to combine a Star Wars reference with an awesomely funny t.v. show?


That's me. Turns out I will accept just about anything as long as it's a cute blonde doing the giving.

SpAmmy

P.S. I do happen to realize that when I get married and/or have children that my priorities will drastically change and the things I find fun now might not seem so wonderful later. The point is not that I want to be a gambling alcoholic when I grow up, more that I just want to keep doing stuff that I find fun and not be a boring tard later in life.