Un après-midi là

One taco....


It just... it isn't enough.

It`s nice knowing people (actually all of them) in the band, cause for both shows I went to tonight I didn`t pay anything.

 not the loverman (7:28:10 PM): I was never very good at keeping my personal journal up

Comic boooooooooks.

O hay guys.

I get my first tattoo this Wednesday.

ps who wants to draw my next tattoo?

Fervently, we do prawn.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMY

I has my ears pierced. Like, the lobes this time. 14g right now. I'll be stretching them once they've healed. I'm aiming for 00g.

We now return you to your regularly scheduled programming.

Ok, who just rickrolled me?

I got all excited cause I wanted to hear blues influenced Dethklok but then I remembered it was a cartoon.

So today, the Ides of March, was indeed a bad day.

It started out like it was going to be a good day. Me and Chris at work today, our manager person who always has us doing lots of work and not letting us get our stuff done was off, Cheeto was working inventory, it was gonna be a nice, easy, fun day.

Twennty minutes in, one of the delivery people called off. Chris had done delivery before when delivery people called off before, so he was the one who had to do it. So now we were split up. So much for a fun day. Back to being alone on a Saturday. Lame, boring, and at least Cheeto was there to keep my spirits up.

Sidenote: I got two hours of sleep last night. Maybe two hours. Probably closer to an hour and a half. I was counting on Chris being there to keep me awake, for me to bounce off of and stuff like that. But no. Just me in my head, slowly winding down into bored unhappiness as happens when I'm alone for too long. So, not great.

I mostly went around, displaying stuff, fixing other people's messes, covering for inventory and LP when needed. You know, normal merch stuff. Amazingly, the delivery truck was on time today, and Chris got back around 130. He started breaking down the boxes for the dryers, washers, and stuff that they had been delivering today.

So he's cutting a washer box and -- ffft -- "aw man, I cut my pants." I went off to display a moniter, and when I got back, he told me that not only had he cut his pants, but also his thigh. He described it as filleted his thigh. He put a mass of bandaids on it and kept going.

Then he bled through the crappy bandaids that we are supplied with. So he got some gauze and taped a bit on. He started bleeding through that. The whole time, Cheeto and a supervisor and the delivery guy are telling him he should talk to a manager, go get it checked out, because it's probably not that good.

Finally, they talked him into it. So he goes up front, and I follow him, to see what can be done. They get him bandaged up a little better and we (I think mostly I but whatever) convinced him to get it checked out at the hospital. Knowing that it would probably take a while and not wanting to miss the end of this, I volunteered to go with him, as we were off work anyway and I needed a ride home. He thought it was only going to take maybe a half hour, but I knew better and he'd appreciate the company.

We get to the hospital around 240. We get into a room, and we wait (poor Chris with his pants down and a sheet covering him). And we wait. and a nurse comes in a fills out forms. And we wait. And we wait. And we wait. And wait. And finally around 340 or later, the doctor person comes in. Looks completely sleep deprived, poor guy. Takes a look, decides to staple the wound because the numbing medicine for the stitches would hurt way more. So Chris has four staples in his leg. And now he can't work. Because everything they told him not to do (because he was getting it done on workman's comp) is everything we do. So he can't work. Until he's cleared. Which we don't know when that will be. He's has an appointment on Monday morning, so tomorrow, when we need him for the ad set, is definitely out. We finally got out of there around 415 and I just got home.

Anyway. Awesome.

YOU GUYS THE NEW GNARLS BARKLEY ALBUM IS AMAZING. IT MAY BE WAY BETTER THAN ST. ELSEWHERE BUT I'M HOLDING OFF JUDGEMENT UNTIL THE EXCITMENT OF NEW GNARLS WEARS OFF.

IN CONCLUSION: A++++++ ALBUM I CAN'T WAIT FOR THE THIRD ONE.

For some reason, people I'm around a lot never seem to notice me swear. Tonight at work, some carts were being really difficult, and it was the end of the night, so I said something and ended it with the word shit. Both Chris and Kaleb, two guys I work with a lot (especially Chris, up until maybe two weeks ago I was working with him almost every day), were surprised.

"Oooohhh, Tom swore," said Kaleb.

"I swear all the time," said I.

"No you don't," said Chris.

"Yes I do," I insisted. "Usually it's under my breath, though."

"Oh, see, Tom's just more discreet then us." Chris then gave an example: "'Fuck! Shit! Cock! Piss!'"

Kaleb barely swears, as far as I know. Tonight he was swearing with some regularity, but before this I've mostly heard him censor himself unless he just got hurt. I once said to him, "You know you can swear," and he told me that he knows, but he's a good Catholic. Which I laughed at.

I think it was Sunday, something was being difficult again, and I said frickin'. Chris, incredulous, asked, "Did Tom just swear?"

"No," said Jarred, who I don't work with very much, "he said frick."

"Oh, ok."

Now, I know for a fact that I swear a lot at work. I know this because I'm the one doing it. Work is about the only time I really will swear. What gets me, though, is that this has happened at both of my other jobs. And with people I knew in high school, and were around a lot. For some reason, people are very surprised to hear me swear.

I don't get it.

I've been meaning to post this up, but it's so much effort to actually copy and paste.

Comment here and I'll...

1. Tell you why I friended you.
2. Associate you with something - fandom, a song, a color, a photo, a word etc.
3. Tell you something I like about you.
4. Tell you a memory I have of you.
5. Ask something I've always wanted to know about you.
6. Tell you my favorite user pic of yours.

Fucking money.

Pooooooooooosting to LJ on my new phoooooooooone and tryyyyyyying to conveeeeeeeyyyyy siiiiiiiiiinging and faaaaiiiilllliiiinnnnggggggggg.

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Hey Nick wanna see something cool?

I'm posting this from my new PDA like phone. So this is like a test.

Wake up at 1030 pm on 12/30.

Two cans of vault before I go into work at 6am 12/31.

A mountain dew (or maybe two I can't remember) while I was at work, in the morning.

A bottle of vault with lunch, which I stretched out through the rest of the day.

This might be a little too much caffeine to regularly ingest.

Pardon me while I go crash. Wake me tomorrow morning at 5am for work.

In the land of the blnd, the one eyed man s kng.

I promise I'm not dead. I'm just scheduled for 42 hours or about there a week. Which usually turns into a little more. Like, I'm pretty sure I'll be getting around 48 hours this upcoming week.

I love my job.

Hahahaha whatever that was Megan that was A+.

I'm supposed to be awake in an hour for work so it's not even worth it to try and sleep now.

Sunday: Wake up at 4am to go into work at 5am, stay until 1130 or 12 or something like that. Go home, sleep for a bit, wake up, go back to sleep for tomorrow.

Monday: Russian final is rescheduled. Sleep until noon, go into work at 4pm. Work til midnight. Go home, sleep for maybe 3 hours, probably less, just in time for

Tuesday: Wake up at 5am to get to work at 6, work until 115, go home, run errands, sleep.

Wednesday: Sleep until noon, go to russian final at 4, get to work at ten to six. Work until 1130pm. Go home, sleep a blessed total of about four hours.

Thursday: Wake up at 5am to go in at 6. Work until 230. Go home, type this stupid thing out because I'm bored, probably sleep for a bit, wake up and do nothing, and then sleep again.

Friday: Wake up at 4am to be in at 5, work until 130, go home, pass out.

Saturday: A DAY OFF HOORAY TIME TO SLEEP ALL DAY TURN OFF MY PHONE AND PRETEND I'M NOT FREE TO WORK.

And all of this leaves me not bitter or grumpy or snappish, but strangely happy. The only downside is that I live for BestBuy now and have barely any time for anything else.

Samurai Jack fills me with a childish glee on so many levels.

Me:
Why do you let bad things happen to good people?
God:
It was the only thing I could think of.

http://www.titane.ca/concordia/dfar251/igod/main.html

So last night, instead of sleeping before work, I started writing something that was creeping me out and made it harder to fall asleep. It was a vicious cycle that ended with me getting only two and a half hours of sleep or so before work.

The good news is, I survived the eight hour work day with what I think was minimal problems.

YESSSSSSSSS I HAVE THE DAY OFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF.

Allow me to update you on my life:

I go to work. I work an eight hour shift. I go home. I go to sleep. I dream about working an eight hour shift, exactly as if I were actually working an eight hour shift. I wake up. I go to work. I work an eight hour shift. I go home. I go to sleep. I dream about working an eight hour shift. I wake up. I go to work. Are you beginning to see a pattern?

Somewhere in the middle there I manage to find time for some school, not that there's very much of it at the moment.

I think you should click this link.

You guys. Mario Galaxy is fantastic. You must play it. Now.

Remind me to tell you about my job some time.

Last night, I had some wonderful dark fantasy ( dreams. )

"For the first three people who reply to me and re-post this challenge, I will send you something. It might be something I've made, or something cool from my hidden stash, it might be a mix CD - or a rubber duck, a book I think you will enjoy, or something else that is awesome. Whatever it is, I promise that I will get it to you in 365 days or less.

All you need to do in order to participate is to be one of the first three to reply to this, AND post this very same thing on YOUR livejournal - 'cause its fun to give people stuff.

The first 3 participants win!"

So a while ago I wrote a story with a talking raven in it. This week, I used it as a peer review thing in a creative writing class. Mostly the comments have been the kind I expected (two have completely contradicted each other on just about every point, one loved it and pretty just said I should get it published as is) but today I got a comment that threw me.

Along with a few others I didn't really understand, she asked "How does the bird know about hollow bones?" The bird talks and this is the question she asks.

As a side note, a few people seem to think the word bitch cannot be applied to a male.

Why are the bottoms of clouds flat?

I've been conditionally* offered a job at BestBuy. Which means I have a job at BestBuy. I had to go to three job interviews, first with a supervisor, then a direct manager, then a general manager. I had the first interview yesterday, and then the second this morning at 11 and the third and final one this afternoon. I also had an interview at Old Navy, but I got this job before I went to that interview, so I called them and politely said HAHAHAHA IN YOUR FACE I HAVE A JOB. It's seasonal, but hopefully I'll be bumped up to part-time. I hope I'm bumped up to part-time. I like BestBuy.

*conditional because I have to complete and pass a drug test at this one place, Quest Diagnostics. I would have done it today, but I peed just before my interview and so now, um, I'm empty.

I'm a witty little knitter.

Hooray for me I finally have a room.

New new AIM screenname. The last new one was a bad choice, I got tired of it really quickly. I would have changed it earlier but I had just changed it but now I don't care. So! My new new AIM SN is wordshavesex.

Two out of my four classes this fall are online classes. Ancient and Medieval Philosophy and Creative Writing. The other two, Six Contemporary Poets and Elementary Russian I are regular classes, but they aren't until late in the day. On Mondays and Wednesdays, I don't have class until 4. On Tuesdays, I don't have class until 630. On thursdays and fridays, I have no classes.

I read the Last Unicorn last night. A+ book.

You guys I'm taking russian this fall.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HARRY POTTER.

Oh yeah PS I finished Sandman.

I have a job interview tomorrow. I'm very excited. The lady seemed taken aback when I asked her if tomorrow would be ok for the interview.

I learned that The United States of America once had an emperor.

I've apparently been accepted to the collge in town -- University of Illinois at Springfield. I haven't gotten the acceptace letter yet, but I got something from the english department saying, "according to the admissions office you've been accepted into our program" and also a financial aid packet. Hopefully UIS will be better than Ball State, even if it's only for a semester.

In other words, I'll be going to school in the fall here in town. A+ me.