And I’m still bumping into things.
That’s an interesting way to put it.
Being the one that broke it is the worst.
Have you ever had someone pull a sheet or blanket out from under your feet? What a feeling. I thought it was gold but, ‘nothing gold can stay’.
Like a methaphor I’m easier to say than to spell.
Snide, rather sassy. With a touch of malice.
Granted, alright, granted.
I dread being THAT guy. Yikes and puke.
Moustache- Yay or nay?
Stellastarr* and The Editors April 7th YEAH!
The future is inevitable… built for comfort not for speed.
Everyone has a brim.
Sleater-Kinney hmmm…
Few qualify, many apply.
I have a theory, but shy away from experiments.
I got the weekend off, so I can get my roof on. Sunburn, cut up hands, and the sweetest sleep. Gotta find my blue collar.
For now there is nothing stopping me, but nothing always means something. And so do I.
Last weekend at Dillards, I filled out a credit card application for the exchange of a lame but shiny Hummer coffee cup. Shiny!
Has anyone ever seen me burn out? I wonder, my memory seems to be selective of such things.
45 minutes can give you a new perspective. “I think that it’s brainless to assume that making changes to your windows view will add a new perspective.”
i could say the same thing about you. But I don’t. Appreciate that.
when I say “boo-ya” you say “OOoo yeah!”
I’m really happy you want to be.
Sometimes I can’t stop grinning, it’s because I’m smug. Gotta do something about that.
I read a few blogs the other day, mostly those of people who are about 2-4 persons away from actually knowing me personally. I found that often times people start blogs and make a statement in the first post about trying it out, or breaking down and doing this, something of that nature. Often that same statement was followed by few to zero other posts. If other posts were made, they also were brief and to the point about not being too sure why they were writing or their lack of confidence in the importance of what they were writing about. Odd ducks people are. Self-conciousness should be a more positive trait, as if the person really did know themselves well, right now it seems to carry the idea of having an irrational beliefe that you are not liked. Or shouldn’t be. I could be wrong though, I suppose.
Have you ever made a wise investment? One day I hope to prove that I was a wise investment. Not for my sakes, but for the investors. It really is nice though, when you are glad you have something. Like Resolve for instance, when you spill something you are glad you have it, problem solved. It’s nice to have some resolve about the type of person you are willing to allow yourself to become, you know, being resolved not to stoop to a certain level. That’s worth thinking about a head of time and deciding, of course, based on wise counsel regarding conduct and personality.
I read an article about making friends once, it was really good. YPA are so helpful. I have some neosporen, but it only helps when I put it on.
Dignity, worth leaving intact. Pride, heh, not so much. Delicate balance there.
Hey you ever drop your phone in the toilet? I always wondered how people did that. I know now.
Suppose you were right, you still wouldn’t qualify.
Suppose I adopted a kid.
Suppose I dyed my hair.
Suppose someone heard you.
Suppose you were honest.
Suppose you took advice.
Suppose you knew what I meant.
Two pages into it, I think Dostoevsky is a genuis.
I love it when peoples reputations don’t overshadow their reality.
Forget it.
CD blanks seem to dissappear faster and faster.
It’s nice when people care enough to ask. Working at caring is exhuasting, but I know for a fact eventually I’ll build up stamina.
I smirk a lot. One time some one told me that meant I was cocky, I corrected them and said it mean I was smug. I’m not sure that is all that much better.
The gap between knowledge and understanding is well illustrated in this: People sometimes sign letters with “agape” instead of “love”. They aren’t really saying too much, “I love you like a stranger”. They mean to say, “I love you like a brother,” which would be philia. It’s no big deal, but I learned that the other day and thought it remarkable. I’ve known there was a difference between the two, but now I understand what it is. Teaching that imparts understanding is of excelling value.
First name Mister, last name Sir.
“Getting it done”, in my opinion is very satisfying. Although I don’t appreciate the gross phrase made popular on the radio.
I love hard work. It’s the best. Well not better than people. But I really do like hard work. I still have never laid block. Word on the street is that a new project is starting soon. Perhaps some of my dreams will become a reality there.
Wedsnday evening I happened upon a group of people doing work at our KH. Digging footers for the shed. Most of the work had already been done, but I was happy I came and got to help a little bit. The apron will look nice I think. I learned how to set rebar in the footer. Never did that before. It’s very similar to the lenil (sp?) in some ways. The bender/cutter for the rebar was missing it’s real lever bar so we were using a weight lifting bar. Heh, the thing would bend so much every pull. Three guys all pulling on a lever bar and the thing is just bending like it’s made out of lead. I really believe there is a lesson about working together and having the right stuff but I don’t feel like wording the analogy. 12:30 rolled around, it was done, ready for concrete.
New beginning on Friday. I wonder how that will work out. I need to make up a cleaning schedule for me and HR.
Willing submissiveness is one of the most powerful examples anyone can set. It screams out “imitate this”.
You ever wake up nauseous? Wish I had vomited, at least I would of felt better after that. Nausea is amazingly unpleasant.
Blame myself for getting in, or them for driving me there. Perhaps blame is the wrong goal.
Today was filled with Echo’s and Bunnymen. I knew there was a reason I didn’t like U2, it’s because Echo did it right. A lot of people disagree.
I look inbred when I wear a hat. So I looked inbred today.
Symbiotic- thats the word I was looking for.
The social sciences section of Borders kept eluding me today. But eventually I was reading hackish books on etiquette in the reference section. Close to wedding planning if you wanted to know. I finally said yes to a Borders card. Gave out an old email address and while trying to remember how to spell it, realized how much smarter I was for now using one that makes sense.
The more you know, the closer you are to an epiphany.
I used to frequently associate with various independent anti establishment scenesters. Liberal thinkers are amazingly stupid at times. So are conservatives I suppose. I forgot for sometime that although goals in life might be different, methods produce the same characteristics in people. It doesn’t matter what a mason is laying bricks to build, if he does it long enough, he’ll be strong. So I meet people and eventually realize that they are in certain ways (mostly insignificant ones) a lot like some other people I knew. Escape is overrated, so are opinions of self. ‘What people who overly strive for independence often forget is that independence from restrictions also means independence from the benefits associated with those restrictions.’
Play the poor hand well. Shake it off, and step up.
I finished Tarzan, and much like life, it was too good to be true.
Yo sento pero no es posible para mi aci.
Well isn’t learning a joy? I say yes indeed.
Waking up feeling like someone used a cheese grater on your throat is less than pleasant.
So I started learning Spanish if you wanted to know. I don’t think I’ll do very well speaking the language, but I will no doubt look funny trying. Laughing with me or at me, at least they’ll be laughing.
I work at the Mall now. Hard to believe, but I promote fragrances in the men’s department in Dillards. Come by and I’ll spray you with something smelly.
When socially inept people begin to gain self-confidence the contrast between their delusions of grandeur and their previous total lack of aptitude for socializing seem almost miraculous. But I’m just being critical, sorry. Well not really, I’m just apologetic. The distance between shy and creepy is short than it looks.
I wonder if there’s any money in being professionally good-looking. I suppose only if you are. Although, I hear before shots pay well also.
Like Sophie says, it’s been hard to find something for this beast lately.
Read a book.
