Couple Grammes of Soma

Colds make me somewhat blah. Mucus makes me noisy.

I bought some tea at Albertsons today. I think that is the first time I have ever purchased tea bags. I could be wrong. It’s called Marrakesh Express Vanilla Spice Hi-Energy tea. It’s mainly black tea it seems, blended with some other things. I put half and half in it. It was ok. I thought it would be nice to start taping into the high levels of caffeine that can be found in teas. This tea seems to only have a medium caffeine content despite it’s Hi-Energy label. But it’s better than decaffeinated I guess. I think I have far to much grit in my teeth to really convert to tea over coffee. That probably makes me a peasant. Who knows, maybe I’ll like it more when I’m not all full of mucus.

I went to Borders bookstore today in pursuit of a guide to writing good narratives. I forgot about that and ended up getting The Grammar Bible. Haven’t really dug into it yet. Hopefully when I do you won’t be able to tell the difference. (With the help of Handsome Rob, I learned that rhetoric is the antitheses of prose.) I also bought a copy of Watership Down. The other copy I had needed to be returned to the Library. I noticed they sell a sequel to it. Perhaps after I finish the original I shall indulge in further tales of adventurous rabbits. I desire knowledge of a used bookstore. It seems like it would be more thrifty and less yuppie. Of course, I do wear argyle sweaters now so I guess I could qualify as a yuppie. Ahh, argyle. Splendid. Handsome.

I also bought these cool moleskine journals called Cahiers. They come three to a pack and only have 64 pages. I purchased the buff colored ones since we all know I am. Buff colored that is. A frustrating main point when it comes to journals; I don’t really write in them on a consistent basis. I have an idea though. Ready? Okay here it is: I want to fill one of these journals with letters to someone, and only after having filled the journal, decide who it will be sent to. I don’t think it will turn out. But man wouldn’t it be cool to get a little book filled with letters? Man that would rock. I can’t wait till I’m one of those old guys with a cool car and lots of hats, and a house filled with all sorts of little journals and books of letters written to no one. That would be great. What character. That’s not charming, oh no, that’s pure character right there. What a great old geezer I would make. Talk about young hopeful.

Well I’m off to see the up side of down. And once I finish that to spit it out.

On behalf of those of us who put the fun in dysfunction, take a minute and poke a family member.

I wish I had taken more English classes. I just want to be well written. I suppose grammar is my biggest source of frustration in this regard. Oh, never mind.

This is very aprapoe considering a talk I heard recently. I wore through one of my shoes. I was walking and the sole just detached. It was very funny.

How has your four day weekend been? Did you do anything exciting? Fun? Cute? Cuddly? Oh really? Pray do tell me more…

I bought a beanie. It’s brown. Like poop.

It’s 8:17 am on Sunday morning. I got back into town at 6:17 am. Good times.

Some how I managed to get in on the trip some folks were taking to the disaster struck regions in Mississippi and Alabama. That having been said, the area’s I went to were not struck that hard. The really horrible depressing devestation is further west. I hope to journey there in the future. But there is still a sizable amount of work to do where we were. And I do love hard work. It’s like a, well, macho thing as much as I hate to admit it.
As a team we completed two roofs. I had a lot of fun.

One thing about road trips: My butt gets so numb. I mean I don’t even like to think about what my body is numbing my butt for, but that’s what happens. It hurts too. I’m not saying none of you know that, but sheese, it hurts. I know I must sound like a sissy. It’s what I do best.

Here are a few Life Lessons:

Over correction is exasperating.
Husbands who constantly nit pick are not refreshing. No matter how mild.
It’s often not a question of who’s right, but rather a question of ranking opinion.
Always say thank you. It’s polite.
No one is paying you to think.
Kids that talk back to everyone need to be smacked in the face. Until they learn.
“Yea, but..” is not a reason.
Don’t murmur. It is not the surpassing way.
If you point out what needs to be done, you should be ready to do it.
Eccentric people are fantastic.
Speak up.

I likely could come up with more things I learned on this trip but I feel it may bore you. It was an excellent trip. Ton’s of laughs. I mean it was stinking AWESOME !!!!

In two weeks: PONTE VEDRA
Yeah baby thats right. I can’t wait to hang the lid on that place.

I froze at night on this trip. I think I got about four hours of sleep a night. Since the other time was spent shivering and cursing whatever bad decision led to me being so cold. But hey, it was camping. And besides, I now own all the thermals my little heart desires. Long Johns, oh yea whoo hooo!

Well I don’t have much more to say right at the moment, I really hope you enjoyed your time away from the norm. I put up pictures in the Photo Project. The “misc” gallery is updated too.

Oh yes, before I forget. Sean Murphy, is now known by his friends as “Handsome Rob”. Please use this new nick name. Handsome Rob, is awesome.

Fooo-nina? Heh.

It’s official, warts are self insulting.

Just shy of 24 hours spent in an attic. I know 5 people 12 hours better.

Blah, bla, blah ….

I find it highly amusing that I will at times allow myself to be so easily affected by small actions of others. My dancing was ruined by such an event.

Knowing is half the battle, the other half is doing.

Itchy. Well only slightly. Learned to use torches, and only 1 burn!

I hate trying to have conversations in loud places. Conversely, loud places can be appealing in a different way. Games are fun. I play to loose, and I think that is fun.

I am surrounded by idealists. According to the numbers, it’s a privilege.

Have you ever met someone and they seemed to be trying to GIVE you an impression of themselves, rather than let you GET one? I have. It’s interesting. Not really the worst thing in the world by any means. Yet, I still find myself less inclined to try and get to know that type of person. It just seems that they want to sell me something. I suppose that in truth, everyone is different. I’d like to think that, once a person was around me, the impression they got would be accurate. If I were to try and GIVE them what I thought should be their impression of me, I’m afraid they would be ghastly disappointed with what I actually am.

Cowards never talk about the counsel they get. But quickly tell everyone about the praise. Even small stuff matters.

I love my friends.

Faint, distant, rhythmic; a train disturbs the quiet suburbs. Closer to my ears, The Shins tell tales, howl, and wail. As I reflect on the day, disquieting thoughts turn tail.

It’s true, people hear what they want to hear. “Tables eight, nine teen, and eleven…”

I used to really dread weddings. I believe I have begun to adopt an outlook that makes them much more enjoyable. It goes something like this:

1. Listen to wedding talk as if you have one to give in a few weeks.
2. Try to sit in a place that will put you in every picture the photographer takes of the wedding party walking down the aisle.
3. Go get food whenever you want. It’s not like they’ll make an announcement for your table to step outside.
4. Ask someone to dance during the married couples only dance and see if anyone says something.
5. Join in every cliche dance you can muster the energy to. Even if you don’t know the dance. Ahem.
6. Spend the boring time in between food and dancing talking to moms. They rule.
7. Smile so much that it makes your scalp cramp up. Man I love the stuff my brain produces when I’m laughing.
8. Oh and did I mention dancing? Oh YEAH! Wooo!

I never want to be one of those guys. Yikes. What if I already am? Puke.

New pictures are up. Perhaps you’ve been captured in a spectacularly justifying pose? Better check to make sure.

I looked up the definition for pantywaist: Went Home to Bed. HAH!

I’m in love with Joy Division again. (Sigh..).

My toes fell asleep while I typed this.

Brace yourself, this is a long one.

Wing man or Stalking Horse? Idioms are quite entertaining. Sean’s got bits of tid that please. I’m horribly ill-fitted to the context.

It’s awful early to start looking so little like yourself. Young blood.

Have you ever happened to pour liquid chlorine on an open cut or tear in your flesh? It’s quite the memorable experience. It reminds me much of pouring rubbing alcohol on a cut. It’s almost like the stuff is corrosive. Like I could feel my skin melting. Of course that no doubt was just my nerves. Wussy.

Watership Down is proving to be quite the worthwhile investment of time. I’m about midway through the tale. It’s got great action and adventure. So if you dabble in such things I recommend it.

Ben’s made mention of some personality tests. I thank Vi for the reminder of what fun such tests are. (If you don’t read all the links it’s fine, but it did prove entertaining for me) Here’s a couple things I’ve been tested for:

Jung Typology Test = ISTJ Guardian Overview 2nd explanation

Inkblot Test = Imagination

Super IQ Test = 110 Analytic Detective

Emotional IQ Test = 125 Empathy

Classic IQ Test = 127 Visual Mathematician

5 Factor IPIP Personality Test = Personable

True Talent Test = Verbal Ability

Memory Test = 81% Object Memory

Brain Test = Left-brained

Star Wars Test = Princess Leia Organa

Enneagram Test = Expressive

Behind Emotions Test = Compassion

Communication Style Test = Harmonizer

Ultimate Personality Test = Observer

Identity Test = Extraversion Medium

Get this:

“Effusive expression of emotional warmth is not something that ISTJs do without considerable energy loss.” Being nice just wears me out. Hah, I suppose that’s why I’m such a jerk. Though my “I’m right” attitude when discussing things apparently unsettles others involved and causes them to feel the need to defend themselves. In other words, I cause people to argue with me. Hah!

You can read a brief overview of my results here.

I find such things very entertaining. To some extent the results of such tests contradict themselves. Yet, I am sure my mood at the time of taking such test had an effect on the results. You all know me so well now. The most important is the New Personality Test. Just so you know, I didn’t take all those tests at once. It was over a period of time. I do have a job.

Today at work, while in persuit of chlorine, I passed a Whataburger! This is the second Whataburger I have seen recently. On the way back to the house Racque and I stopped in and had a Whataburger with cheese and bacon. The number 5 as I called it. It seemed to be salty. I’m not saying it was bad. A few hours later I was thinking “Whatatummyach”.

I seem to have grown bored with this. Till next time.

Swing dancing was way fun once again. Still fighting the seat though. Pictures are up. If you select detailed, on the bottom of the gallery page, you’ll be able to see comments that have been put on pictures. You can make them as well.

As I type, this pleasant evening is broken by wailing sirens and air horns. Emergency. Isn’t everything these days? The world is falling apart so nicely.

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You wish you knew what I said. It wouldn’t of made cents.

I was told to go get a job today while in service. The conversation that in sued was by and by a waste of time, but I enjoyed telling the man to climb a tree and that he must not have a brain. It wasn’t as rude as it sounds. Context is 9/10ths of reception.

It’s hard not to manipulate some people. It’s even harder not to be manipulated by some people. Once again love is the key.

All things considered, I posses most of the annoying traits of a teenage girl. With the exception of cell phone usage.

I wish I had time to work at a trendy coffee shop and talk to (private comment) all day. But I don’t. This is not a bad thing.

I also wish I owned a laptop, so that instead of sitting in my house writing this entry, I could be sitting in said coffee shop writing it. Outside nonetheless. Yet, I know that it would not bring lasting benefits.

I rate today an 8. I would call it slate blue. I love asking people what they would rate their day as, and what color they would describe it as. Such telling details.

Remember peoples names, and then use them. It makes them feel special.

If you want them to go away, you’ve got to stop creating them. It takes a spine to stand up straight. Until they have one, some people will always need you to hold them up. The saddest part is that it will cost you yours. Perception is not reality, and that applies to mine as well. Solid food belongs to mature people. Patterns can be changed. The length that such a change can be maintained has much to do with the motivation affecting it.

Don’t start out your life coping out. Otherwise that’s all your life will be, a stinking cop out. Let endurance have it’s work complete.

Put something inside. Now my heart is full.

Just a second, I need a coffee. and the band played on

What to call the all night long pow-wow type discussion of life lessons?
I suggest the already dub’d Breakfast At Perkins. Or, the breakfast club; Heh. But I better not end up being Estivez. Stupid Jock.

Things work much the same around the world. It’s just the time difference that can make it confusing.

D Cab show was AWESOME. I cut a rug to say the least. Just a small 1′ by 1′ rug though. Feel better Meagan.

The weather seems to be staying nice. I can’t complain about that.

Once again my first inclination about someone proved true. Oh well, I’m usually wrong.

Swing Dancing on Friday. Oh yea baby. I just said baby, heh, that’s kinda disturbing. But sweetness i was only joking when I said I wanted…

Mississippi I hope so.

Hey I just found two dollars! Hahaha, I got my two dollars back. Woe! it’s THREE…

Sometimes, getting to know people is like walking a spiral, you can see the center, but it takes a long time to get there.

Three bears have returned, welcome back. Grrrrr…