Luke put quite a bit of pepper in those eggs this morning, but I didn't taste it. As in, it wasn't overpowering. I took a fact from this:
I over season stuff.
This could be the reason the salt content in anything I cook is equivalent to the ocean. I focus too much on seasoning, and not the original flavor itself. Humorously, it applies to my writing and, life in general. I think I'm getting too wrapped up in what I think I should do, and not why I enjoy those things. As in, it's work instead of the enjoyment. Thereby, I lose the passion of what I'm doing, and everything melts into deary sameness and average bunk that I'm ashamed of living in.
Right now, I'm going to write. I don't care what I do it for, or what I do it about. But words shall spill out constantly. Improving however I can, and leave the things like collecting contacts and things as such a secondary stress factor.
At any rate, my friend Jedd is getting too hung up on women. This is a road I hope he doesn't continue, and that I hope I don't fall into as well. Companionship is great, more so of what I thought I had before, but it's not something to rule your life. Of course things would better with that type of symmetrical love, lining up to form something great. But I should not holster life in the pocket for it, nor should anyone. Plus, things come to you when you don't look for them, right? I can wait. I'm patience. I shouldn't forget that.
My father gave me the "you are basically worthless" talk, despite my recent achievements and stepping up of the game. I've all but ignored the fallacy in his speech against my life, because I'm proud of myself lately.
And at the end of the day, that's the only person that should matter in that case.
{Fish Wrap Magazine isn't a good model for any ideas.}
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Smell is a pretty strong sense.
There is a man at my work named George. At least I hope that is his name. He is a man who comes to his job possibly wasted every time. You couldn't tell it by the way he talks, since he doesn't really slur his words. But it comes from what he talks about. For example, just irrelevent things and stories pop out of nowhere. George once related about how he gave away most of the items in his house to his kids when we were discussing how customers mess up clothes.
And then the smell. That strong odor of alcohol and colonge to hide it (which may or may not be there depending on his mood) mixing is hardly ignorable. I swear I've seen people walk away wasted just from his fumes.
I just noticed this recently because of my complete ignorance to everything at this work place, since nobody ever said anything about his alcoholism. I had just figured his off handed comments were normal, everyday jabs. I guess it is normal when you are toasted everyday. I helped was helping him with his collar, and the odor arose. He said he couldn't right this morning because he was drunk, and the second those words hit my ears, the smell hit my nose. The man is a bit of a slush.
He puked in the garbage can. If I wasn't such an anti-puking fan, that'd be a great way to skip work.
{Being drunk allows you to read French. No joke.}
And then the smell. That strong odor of alcohol and colonge to hide it (which may or may not be there depending on his mood) mixing is hardly ignorable. I swear I've seen people walk away wasted just from his fumes.
I just noticed this recently because of my complete ignorance to everything at this work place, since nobody ever said anything about his alcoholism. I had just figured his off handed comments were normal, everyday jabs. I guess it is normal when you are toasted everyday. I helped was helping him with his collar, and the odor arose. He said he couldn't right this morning because he was drunk, and the second those words hit my ears, the smell hit my nose. The man is a bit of a slush.
He puked in the garbage can. If I wasn't such an anti-puking fan, that'd be a great way to skip work.
{Being drunk allows you to read French. No joke.}
Thursday, July 23, 2009
One step at a time.
I met with Greg B of the WMBD today. As expected, he's a very down to earth guy. I told him what I'm going to school for, and my eventual/hopeful path of the future. To help stir me along, he listed off some great contacts in the area of Columbia (which is where I hope to arrive at next semester, if all goes as planned). And, best of all, my passion was encouraged. He told me that nobody should stop you from doing what you want to do in life. He had people try and stop him from getting into journalism and he's doing just fine as it.
That really hit home with me, and it also made me question why my ex-girlfriend and parents were so vehemently against it. Step on those who tell you that you can't, use them to push yourself forward.
At any rate, getting the tour of the WMBD was great, and meeting all the people there only serve to inspire. I can't wait.
Brittney and I had movie night, with nostalgia overflow due to The Pagemaster. That movie was amazing. Throughout the day, she showed that she'd support my endeavors no matter what. Rarity.
Oh, yes. The boy's house is slowly becoming emptier and emptier. It's kind of a heavy feeling without finding Jake playing WoW or messing with his rubic's cube, or Ryan popping out of his room randomly. Jedd gets a short burst of caring, trying to find people to replace those leaving but then soon gives up. Chris is at work and then, to be honest, not giving a damn either way. I don't blame him. Even Bostic has found residence somewhere else, so it's not like caring at this point would matter since nobody can find someone we know to fill the spots. Without the rest caring, it's hard to do so yourself.
The last, final drop of hope would be if some good people were to waltz in and board up, but that isn't going to happen. This sucks. It was a place where anyone in the group could just go and do whatever. It was the ultimate hangout spot (aside from sleeping. But who achieves that in this day and age anyway?), meeting point, and a place of a many great memory.
{Thanks for all the fish.}
That really hit home with me, and it also made me question why my ex-girlfriend and parents were so vehemently against it. Step on those who tell you that you can't, use them to push yourself forward.
At any rate, getting the tour of the WMBD was great, and meeting all the people there only serve to inspire. I can't wait.
Brittney and I had movie night, with nostalgia overflow due to The Pagemaster. That movie was amazing. Throughout the day, she showed that she'd support my endeavors no matter what. Rarity.
Oh, yes. The boy's house is slowly becoming emptier and emptier. It's kind of a heavy feeling without finding Jake playing WoW or messing with his rubic's cube, or Ryan popping out of his room randomly. Jedd gets a short burst of caring, trying to find people to replace those leaving but then soon gives up. Chris is at work and then, to be honest, not giving a damn either way. I don't blame him. Even Bostic has found residence somewhere else, so it's not like caring at this point would matter since nobody can find someone we know to fill the spots. Without the rest caring, it's hard to do so yourself.
The last, final drop of hope would be if some good people were to waltz in and board up, but that isn't going to happen. This sucks. It was a place where anyone in the group could just go and do whatever. It was the ultimate hangout spot (aside from sleeping. But who achieves that in this day and age anyway?), meeting point, and a place of a many great memory.
{Thanks for all the fish.}
Monday, July 20, 2009
1 A.M. actually isn't THAT late.
Brittney and I stayed up last night in the wee hours of the morning, laughing at this:
And watching someone mangle the English language without mercy. Today she attempted to cook, and it was edible. But considering the ingredients, I dare say it wasn't her fault. LBP is the only game we will play, and I think I've finally hit some decisions on what I want to do in life after a talk in a pool with water below zero.
Even in light of recent events, I feel better I think. Realizations bomb the city of my heart, but I'm glad I placed food in the bunker beforehand.
Forgive my scattered thoughts. Lack of sleep lets even the most unrelated things hilarious.
[D.I.C.K I know you acting gay and shit.]
And watching someone mangle the English language without mercy. Today she attempted to cook, and it was edible. But considering the ingredients, I dare say it wasn't her fault. LBP is the only game we will play, and I think I've finally hit some decisions on what I want to do in life after a talk in a pool with water below zero.
Even in light of recent events, I feel better I think. Realizations bomb the city of my heart, but I'm glad I placed food in the bunker beforehand.
Forgive my scattered thoughts. Lack of sleep lets even the most unrelated things hilarious.
[D.I.C.K I know you acting gay and shit.]
Saturday, July 18, 2009
It's raining men.
I've come to the realization that if I stay at Berngers any longer, I will become gay. Not that there is anything wrong with gays, or being gay, but it kinda is a bad thing for me since I have a girlfriend. And I host no love for penises.
As soon as I walk into work, I'm assaulted with either women workers or gay workers. And guess what is 70% of the subjects discussed? Boys! It's not as if it'd be any different with straight boys, really, but it's hard to talk about how you'd love to lick an actor's six pack when the actor is not an actress. It's not comfortable, and certainly not intolerable. I just feel a bit left out. I try to mention women, but they simply look at me in confusion. And I thought gays knew how to deal with women since they are queens anyway!
I'm pretty sure the first few days of work people thought I was gay. It was very easy to tell when the people give you a look questioning your sexuality and thinking "ONE OF US! ONE OF US". Probably. I mean, not many straight people guy wise work at Bergners. The few ones that are certainly don't care to be there in the men's section. So it was to question why I was walking around.
Thanks to my girlfriend landing a kiss on my cheek and repeat visits, it's confirmed that I am indeed not gay.
Hours after hours I am still getting screwed over, so now I have another, less important excuse to leave beyond just being outside of the conversations of cute boys.
[I'm gonna go out. I'm gonna get. Absolutely. Soaking. WET!]
As soon as I walk into work, I'm assaulted with either women workers or gay workers. And guess what is 70% of the subjects discussed? Boys! It's not as if it'd be any different with straight boys, really, but it's hard to talk about how you'd love to lick an actor's six pack when the actor is not an actress. It's not comfortable, and certainly not intolerable. I just feel a bit left out. I try to mention women, but they simply look at me in confusion. And I thought gays knew how to deal with women since they are queens anyway!
I'm pretty sure the first few days of work people thought I was gay. It was very easy to tell when the people give you a look questioning your sexuality and thinking "ONE OF US! ONE OF US". Probably. I mean, not many straight people guy wise work at Bergners. The few ones that are certainly don't care to be there in the men's section. So it was to question why I was walking around.
Thanks to my girlfriend landing a kiss on my cheek and repeat visits, it's confirmed that I am indeed not gay.
Hours after hours I am still getting screwed over, so now I have another, less important excuse to leave beyond just being outside of the conversations of cute boys.
[I'm gonna go out. I'm gonna get. Absolutely. Soaking. WET!]
Thursday, July 16, 2009
You gonna eat that?
I feel like I am immune to awkward situations in life.
My girlfriend and I went to dinner with her family, and it was certainly "GUESS WHO'S COMING TO DINNER.". It's a far shame, really, when the step-mother didn't even glance my way. Actually, her step-mother is about the only racist one there. But she's more of a situational racist: racist only when the time calls for it.
At any rate, I had a blast. I played with the young kids, talked with the girlfriend, ate food paid for me at a chinese buffet and and a general good time. The step mother didn't.
She didn't glance at me once when I said "hi" to her. And from that point, she ignored my existence.
Most people would be offended by such an asshole move but, I see it as this: she had to make a conscious effort the entire dinner party to ignore me, while I was free to roam around and have fun. I was restricted as to what direction my head could swivel, but oh, she was. You could feel the silent rage building up inside her as I talked around her. Great times, I tell you.
At the end, she did one of those goodbyes you give to everyone. It seem to stop a little short when she realize she had inadvertently included me within the hello bubble.
In worser news, I suppose, Bergners is giving me 3 hour long shifts for 5 days in a row. I'm not made of gas, and I live a good 30 minutes away. With the drive back, that's an hour about worth of gas. I get 20 hours a week, but with the gas I waste, it doesn't make sense.
Why could I not have those shifts crammed together? I was told that the computer does it like that because it puts people in where they are needed.
...but others seem to have full shifts. Oh! It's because you don't care! That's why!
I hate to leave a job so soon, but I can't afford coming to work for a whopping 3 hours to dick around and fuss people out of the store at closing time. Back to job searching I go.
My girlfriend and I went to dinner with her family, and it was certainly "GUESS WHO'S COMING TO DINNER.". It's a far shame, really, when the step-mother didn't even glance my way. Actually, her step-mother is about the only racist one there. But she's more of a situational racist: racist only when the time calls for it.
At any rate, I had a blast. I played with the young kids, talked with the girlfriend, ate food paid for me at a chinese buffet and and a general good time. The step mother didn't.
She didn't glance at me once when I said "hi" to her. And from that point, she ignored my existence.
Most people would be offended by such an asshole move but, I see it as this: she had to make a conscious effort the entire dinner party to ignore me, while I was free to roam around and have fun. I was restricted as to what direction my head could swivel, but oh, she was. You could feel the silent rage building up inside her as I talked around her. Great times, I tell you.
At the end, she did one of those goodbyes you give to everyone. It seem to stop a little short when she realize she had inadvertently included me within the hello bubble.
In worser news, I suppose, Bergners is giving me 3 hour long shifts for 5 days in a row. I'm not made of gas, and I live a good 30 minutes away. With the drive back, that's an hour about worth of gas. I get 20 hours a week, but with the gas I waste, it doesn't make sense.
Why could I not have those shifts crammed together? I was told that the computer does it like that because it puts people in where they are needed.
...but others seem to have full shifts. Oh! It's because you don't care! That's why!
I hate to leave a job so soon, but I can't afford coming to work for a whopping 3 hours to dick around and fuss people out of the store at closing time. Back to job searching I go.
Monday, July 13, 2009
The window is open and the bugs are flying in.
Lately, there has been quite a bit of ass kicking.
Reality kicking people in the ass. Kicking me in the ass. Me kicking my girlfriend in the ass, and then her kicking me in the ass. My friends kicking me in the ass, then I kick them in the ass, then we kick each other subsequently square in the ass at the same time.
But, it's something we need. What are we without realizing our mistakes? What are we without someone showing us we are being retarded? Certainly not people who could evolve.
I hope my friends find suitors worthy enough for the House. So many great memories have been born there, and I'm worried the House won't birth anymore. People are moving out, and those that are staying are rushing to find replacements like an animal without a head. But who could blame them? The easiest solutions aren't always the best, but they might have to be the route they take.
In other, lighter news, I've come to appreciate my friends much more. Probably my best friend the most. I don't think I'd get by in life without her putting up with the constant drama and drivel I feed. Even when she doesn't agree, she's behind me no matter what, far more than a person who could only back me if I took their advice only.
In two weeks, I get to take my first/only trip to King's Island. Either I'm too lazy to find out what it is I'm going to or I like to be surprised, but my girlfriend and our two friends are going to go away for a week. I can't wait, as I'm in dire need of escaping and I'm highly jealous of others being able to exit the norm to things like Cornerstone, and in Jef's case, a different country.
Within this week, I hope, I'm going to meet one of the head guys of the WMBD. I'm fortunate to have that opportunity, and you can bet I will drain the hell out of that meeting.
For today, I feel artistic. I'm going to start taking more and more pictures to take advantage of my "Situational Talent" (that is, as one person put it, being able to take good pictures randomly when I don't try).
Reality kicking people in the ass. Kicking me in the ass. Me kicking my girlfriend in the ass, and then her kicking me in the ass. My friends kicking me in the ass, then I kick them in the ass, then we kick each other subsequently square in the ass at the same time.
But, it's something we need. What are we without realizing our mistakes? What are we without someone showing us we are being retarded? Certainly not people who could evolve.
I hope my friends find suitors worthy enough for the House. So many great memories have been born there, and I'm worried the House won't birth anymore. People are moving out, and those that are staying are rushing to find replacements like an animal without a head. But who could blame them? The easiest solutions aren't always the best, but they might have to be the route they take.
In other, lighter news, I've come to appreciate my friends much more. Probably my best friend the most. I don't think I'd get by in life without her putting up with the constant drama and drivel I feed. Even when she doesn't agree, she's behind me no matter what, far more than a person who could only back me if I took their advice only.
In two weeks, I get to take my first/only trip to King's Island. Either I'm too lazy to find out what it is I'm going to or I like to be surprised, but my girlfriend and our two friends are going to go away for a week. I can't wait, as I'm in dire need of escaping and I'm highly jealous of others being able to exit the norm to things like Cornerstone, and in Jef's case, a different country.
Within this week, I hope, I'm going to meet one of the head guys of the WMBD. I'm fortunate to have that opportunity, and you can bet I will drain the hell out of that meeting.
For today, I feel artistic. I'm going to start taking more and more pictures to take advantage of my "Situational Talent" (that is, as one person put it, being able to take good pictures randomly when I don't try).
Sunday, July 5, 2009
lol, updates
Who needs updates of my life? I can just tell you that in person, right?
Well, my friends discussed briefly whether or not leaving your computer on will hurt, or conversely, you.
Well, the answer is...
In the past (1993 and earlier) it may have been beneficial to leave the computer on because of potential power switch related issues with some computer manufacturers. However, this issue was not always applicable and today is no longer an issue with any computer. Although it is still possible for components to become bad in a computer, it is almost always not attributed to turning the computer on and off each day.
The answer to this question really depends upon how you use your computer. Our recommendation for most users is when the computer is first turned on that it remains on until it is late and you don't plan on using it until the next day. However, if you are actively running anything on the computer or you wish for tasks to run during the night such as a backup, scandisk, defrag, or a virus scan, it is recommend that the computer remain on all night.
In short, it is neither good nor bad to turn off the computer each day or for you to leave the computer on all day every day.
Note: If you decide to leave your computer on all day we still recommend that the computer monitor be turned off.
From computerhope. So there you have it. Personally, I leave mine on because acquire video games in a manner that may or may not be considered illegal and immoral. Depending on your views and what state you are in, of course.
Well, my friends discussed briefly whether or not leaving your computer on will hurt, or conversely, you.
Well, the answer is...
In the past (1993 and earlier) it may have been beneficial to leave the computer on because of potential power switch related issues with some computer manufacturers. However, this issue was not always applicable and today is no longer an issue with any computer. Although it is still possible for components to become bad in a computer, it is almost always not attributed to turning the computer on and off each day.
The answer to this question really depends upon how you use your computer. Our recommendation for most users is when the computer is first turned on that it remains on until it is late and you don't plan on using it until the next day. However, if you are actively running anything on the computer or you wish for tasks to run during the night such as a backup, scandisk, defrag, or a virus scan, it is recommend that the computer remain on all night.
In short, it is neither good nor bad to turn off the computer each day or for you to leave the computer on all day every day.
Note: If you decide to leave your computer on all day we still recommend that the computer monitor be turned off.
From computerhope. So there you have it. Personally, I leave mine on because acquire video games in a manner that may or may not be considered illegal and immoral. Depending on your views and what state you are in, of course.
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