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Wow…

February 21st, 2007 No comments

Yesterday I rode 17.2 miles.

I rode from Lents to Hollywood/

I found out I could get a new unlocked phone with camera and bluetooth for about $150 and a used camera phone for about $80.

I turned my camera in to a camera fixing place, who said they’d have news for me by Friday. Probably. (sad doom face goes here)

On the way from from Hollywood to downtown, I saw my bike computer said I’d ridden 10 miles and thought “Y’know, I really don’t need to go to the gym today.” and rode to school.

*huff, puff*

I’ve decided to give up pop for Lent. It’s already hard. The conditions are:
1: no carbonated soft drinks from now until Easter
a: unless it’s with a meal and there are no other options
2: carbonated energy drinks do not count because I don’t sit at the computer/TV and slurp down four of them
3: fruit flavored carbonated water does not count, because it’s freakin’ water!

I’m up way hella earlier than normal and probably 15-20 minutes from leaving the house. This is a good thing. I actually got to school at 3ish yesterday, which gave me some time to write before class. Double good.

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Lent or, thanks for getting nailed to the tree, Jesus

February 20th, 2007 No comments

It wasn’t until a few years ago that I realized any Protestants observed Lent. I immediately thought it was a great idea. Well, not immediately. I was working at an office I mostly refer to as the Shithole and the observer and I were trying to explain to another coworker what the purpose of Lent is.

We failed miserably, she just wouldn’t get it, but I came away convinced that observing Lent is a good thing for Christians to do.

Problem, my birthday is during Lent. Every. Year.

Now, the obvious thing for me to give up is booze. But do I make an exception for my birthday and say it’s the thought that counts, or do I not do it if I can’t do it right? I also read on Wikipedia that Sundays are not counted as Lent, because it was considered in appropriate to fast on God’s day.

Or I could give up pop, but is it a sacrifice if I use Lent to kick off a diet?

It starts tomorrow and right now I’m leaning toward if you can’t do it right don’t do it at all. But then again I frequently accuse fundamentalists of not giving God credit enough to be flexible, so maybe I should go for it.

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Ow

February 19th, 2007 No comments

My back is sore. It’s usually sore. I hope that it’s not because of my bike/backpack combination. I’m not that hunched over while I’m riding and my backpack is a really good one. Hopefully some weight lifting will make it better, so my back is stronger and stuff.

Got a hair cut today (yay!), hit an independant cell phone place nearby. My 6800 is just about dead and I’ll need to save up to get an E70, or similarly nifty keyboard phone. Place didn’t have any new unlocked phones but he put my SIM card into a used Cingular phone (I’m still an AT&T Wireless customer, technically) and it worked fine. Said he could give me that phone (flip, bluetooth, camera) for $50. But his boss said it was a $90 phone. I was good enough to not laugh at him and make sure to thank the other dude for his time before I walked out on that bullshit.

Dude did say that there really was no such thing as a new unlocked phone. A guy at a Cingular store said there was a place in town that only sells unlocked phones, so I dunno about all that. Could be all used, I suppose.

I had lunch with Gloom and tried my SIM card in his Cingular RAZR and it wanted some kind of code. I think I might be able to get those online, I found a site…. I’ll check out this place that Cingular guy mentioned first, tho.

I’ve decided to just go for the replacement credits and freaking graduate. I got to thinking about all the times I’ve fucked myself being principled over something ultimately dumb and this time I’m being pragmatic.

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Recognition!

February 17th, 2007 No comments

The GM, who I like to call el queso grande, caught me before I left work and gave me the old “need to talk to you in the office”.

Crap.

Of course it was nothing but praise and gratitude.

Really.

No, really.

No raise, of course but he did say that he’s going to try to keep the front of housers from abusing me so thorougly with their peon work and cleaning up after. Which to me is just as good.

(and I’ve got moods and stuff on my posts now! Squee!!!)

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My favorite Wikipedia article:

February 16th, 2007 No comments
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Another week…

February 16th, 2007 No comments

Was riding to my CPA’s office to drop off my tax paperwork and to get onto the bike path I needed to make a J turn because there’s no proper ramp onto the sidewalk. I decided to just jump the curb.

Pssssssshhhhhhht.

FUCK!

So that was fun.

Hung out at Jax and hung out with Georgia, one of the waitresses there. Saw Smokin’ Aces, which was pretty fun. Should have took out the attempts at twisty seriousness and put in a few more shootouts, because the shootouts were pretty damn good.

Tomorrow is work. Jefe says that the GM doesn’t think I should have to bus anymore multiple-hundred douchebag parties. I think this is a grand idea. Tomorrow is also payday. Le yay!

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talk about your nightmares

February 14th, 2007 No comments

I dreamt that I joined the Navy.

Not when I was young and wanted to join the Navy, but now. In my dream I explained to my dad that it was because of my fucking by PCC. I pissed away 5 years (yes, I checked a box on the enlistement form that said I wanted to join for 5 years, which even in my dream I thought was stupid in hindsight) of my thirties over something that will cost me six months in the real world.

Wow. Was I ever glad to wake up.

I did see a movie trailer in my dream that was fscking hilarious. It was a sequel to Spun, which I watched yesterday, but building on a part that Spun didn’t have. It was the history of some shitty, constantly-flooded town the characters drove through, but the trailer featured some kid water skiing through down being pulled by an el camino. I chuckle to think of it now but I almost peed myself in the dream.

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Adam Duritz is a fucking genius

February 10th, 2007 No comments

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again.

If this song doesn’t hit you where you live, you’re dead.

Step out the front door like a ghost into a fog
where no one notices the contrast of white on white
And in between the moon and you
angels get a better view of the crumbling difference between wrong and right
Well I walk in the air between the rain through myself and back again where
I don’t know
Maria says she’s dying
Through the door I hear her crying why
I don’t know

Round here
We always stand up straight
Round here
Something radiates

Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand
She said she’d like to meet a boy who looks like Elvis
And she walked along the edge of where the ocean meets the land
Just like she’s walking on a wire in a circus

She parks her car outside of my house and takes her clothes off
Says she’s close to understanding Jesus
And she knows she’s more than just a little misunderstood
She has trouble acting normal when she’s nervous

Round here
We’re carving out our names
Round here
We all look the same
Round here we talk just like lions
But we sacrifice like lambs
Round here
She’s slipping through my hands

Run
Sleeping children better run like the wind
Out of the lightning dream
Mama’s little baby better get herself in
Out of the lightning

She says it’s only in my head
She says shh
I know
It’s only in my head

But the girl on the car in the parking lot says man you should try to take a shot
Can’t you see my walls are crumbling
And she looks up at the building
Says she’s thinking of jumping
She says she’s tired of life
She must be tired of something
Round here
She’s always on my mind
Round here
Hey man
We got lots of time
Round here we’re never sent to bed early
Man nobody makes us wait
Round here we stay up very very
Very very late
I can’t see nothing
Nothing
Around here
You catch me if I’m falling
You catch me if I’m falling
Will you catch me ‘cuz I’m falling down on here
I said I’m under the gun
Round here
Oh man I said I’m under the gun
Around here
And I can’t see nothing
Nothing
Around here

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February 10th, 2007 No comments
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