Musing

Lots of thoughts come in a week's time... First of all I'd like to add another qualification to my "what I'd like to be when I grow up." I want to be known as a teacher who farts. Yes, that's right, farts. Having a reputation as perfect or near-perfect is a pain, no matter how untrue it is (thankfully I have all of you to help me prove how stupid I really am, right?). Now don't get me wrong; I'm not going to stand up at my chalkboard on my first day teaching and cut a big one. It's just a figure of speech... !!! I actually cleaned my desk a few days ago. Mainly because I have a bill that I need to get off to Marian as soon as possible, but I was also starting to have a hard time reading with so many books open all over the place (btw, Jen, I finally got a copy of Crime and Punishment , but it's on the to-be-read waiting list, lol). It looks pretty nice this way - I might try to keep it like this. My dorm list is down to only a ...

Today's Vote of the Day is brought to you by several people who have all made a certain remark about me (for now I'll leave them anonymous). These people have told me that my natural expression is "murderous" or that I "always look pissed." I think that's a bunch of crap. The vote right now is 5 - 2, 5 saying I look evil, 2 who say I don't (not always, anyways). So what do you all think: Is Ho's natural expression "murderous"? Just because I don't know when I'll next blog, I'll throw up my Happy Birthday to McRoe here today. Feelin' any older, dearie? I made the mistake of getting into an age debate with mom today...the wounds are fresh enough to keep me out of trouble for a while. :-P Maybe I'll let ya win a game tonight...

I met the guy I wanna be when I grow up yesterday. He was a surveyor, working out off of Nimtz (pronounced NIM-z) right across from the police station. I was looking down that road that comes out of the station and did a double take when I saw him, for two reasons. One, he was making weird gestures with his arms, apparently to his partner on the other side of the lot. Two, he was wearing a Burger King MIB II crown and grinning like an idiot. Hey, maybe he was, I dunno. Whatever the reason for the grin, this guy knows how to do things right. I hope I'm that creative someday. I've got something that I'd like everyone to vote on. *dryly* You don't have to comment, just leave your answer on the Comment Machine from Hell (eh, it hasn't been that bad lately, but I like that name...it's got a nice ring to it). Anyways, the question: Who is going to win more games tomorow night - Tori or Ho? Ever feel like just pouring some salt into your hand and eati...

Ah, the things you can find online. Now THIS would make a hell of a blog, check it out. Scandal at Willy Wonka Factory Oh, the horror! And to think I used to love that movie...*shudders*

(This first part refused to publish last night, so just pretend it says Saturday, July 13th 2002, K?) By all rights, I should be in a very bad mood right now. My week long vacation in solitude came to an end this evening, after I came home from a long and boring seven hour day at work. Yet I still went though all day today dancing, whistling, joking, and yes, even singing (just to myself, don't worry, I'm more considerate of others than that). I've been thinking about it and I think I have the answer - I'm just proud of myself. I made it through the whole week with no problems. I didn't have to call anyone and ask any questions about laundry or anything like that. There was never a pile of dirty dishes (even though they don't know that, it still makes ME feel good). The house is clean and...well, still standing. Yeah, the grass looks like crap, but we all know that the Rain Gods and I don't get along too well, so it's not really my fault that it...

Thank God for grandparents. My maternals invited me over for supper this evening, so I had my first supper that didn't come straight out of the freezer in almost a week tonight. Boy does it feel good to have something that solid in your stomach. I heard a 10 sec news clip as we were flipping through the news channels at supper. There's a guy somewhere out west who is going to try to break the sound barrier by jumping out of a hot air balloon from something like an altitude of 150,000 ft. *pauses to let it sink in* Now mind you, I didn't take physics and that may be made painfully obvious here, but wouldn't you blow out your eardrums doing that? You're going to create a sonic boom in your wake, correct? And when you finally pull your parachute line, that boom is going to catch up and pass you, right? (alright, you all know where the comment button is, tell me what I'm missing here...) Ctrl-W almost made me feel good for a whole three minutes today. ...

I'm feeling (especially) like a man right now. I'm eating my frozen dinner, which I somehow managed to mess up slightly. I opened the package in the first place with my Swiss army knife and cutting the tray on the bottom, allowing the butter/water that the corn was in to escape once microwaved. I don't have a napkin, my big mug of kool aid is right next to my plastic tray, and my Oasis song just came on (yet again). Now if I could just find a strawberry pie in the freezer or something, life would be perfect. Oh, stop looking at me with those looks.

"One Day at a Time" Isn't iT odd how yOu can look ahead at the whole week ahead of you and say "Yeah, Wednesday's gonna be boRIng," "Thursday'll be alright," etc.? I realIzed laSt nighT that that's really not a good tHing. If you'rE thinking about a day to Come while mecHanically flying throUgh the one you'Re living in right now , then you're going to waste half of your life waiting for tomorrow (or, even worse, half of one of the best, most important summers of your life). So, beyond making plans, I'm going to try to stop that really annoying habit. For any of my fellow beaCHgoers, if you think of anytHing we need fOr Tomorrow from Meijer/Walmart, leT me know. I'm headIng out that way Either tonight a little after midnight or tomorrow morning for my CDs - may as well save someone a trip. (How'd I get so lucky? If I knew, I'd be more than happy to share, but I don't.)

First of all, I'm going to start with a story that is funny enough without any personal embellishment. Tori can vouch for me on the validity of this as well. We were on our way to the Cove last night where we were supposed to meet Jeremy for a game (he got a couple free tickets). Coming in the back way involves a lot of one way streets, something that I hate with a passion. As we were just getting into the area where all of the parking lots show up, I saw a car up ahead that looked like Jerm's and said "Hey, if that's Jerm, that's pretty funny," (because either he was driving very slow or I was really pushing the brown bullet to new limits). It got funnier as we saw whoever it was turn the wrong way down the one way street that runs alongside the stadium. Sure enough, as we were passing through the intersection we glanced at the red faced driver and it was the ol' Jerminator. What a funny guy. Having the house to yourself is a weird thing. Tim...

Happy Independence Day, everybody! OK, now that the happy-assed crap is out of the way, I can talk about what really made my day this morning: my new bobblehead doll. See, it's not the fact that it's a bobblehead doll. It could have been a stick. But I was the first one to open the box of cereal this morning, so I got first dibs. And guess what made it better yet? It was right on top! No digging around for a half hour trying to pull out a little plastic thing that you will forget by lunchtime! Right there! Anyone who's ever been a KID should know what a great feeling that can start a day out with. (btw, Oreo's O's with marshmallows are incredibly good, even at 6 AM) The great day hasn't stopped yet. I've read over two hundred pages of Apollyon and had two plates of nachos since I got home. A nap's sounding good, so I think I'll attend to that next...as soon as I remember what it was that I got out of the cereal box this mornin...

This short little post has only one purpose: to point out to a certain unnamed person who told me that it's supposed to storm tonight that the chance of rain is only 30%. I should be fine. After a day like today anyways (12-6, all spent in hell, as I was forewarned by the boss yesterday), I think I'll be able to sleep through Armageddon. Here's something to think about. Let's say that a sibling of a good friend of yours gets something (we'll use a hypothetical CD) that you really want. Would you glare at your friend for laughing? Or, if that friend has eyes that tend to do loop-de-loops on your brain, would you at least try to glare? My only laugh thus far comes from the fact that Sarah's song ("Waitress") just came on. Thanks for being Sarah, Sarah. *grin*

This close to the Fourth of July, there should be two things in the front of every American's mind - fireworks and terrorists. Fireworks - those traditional signs of American independence (appropriately invented and made in China, of course). Actually, around here, fireworks could be a bad thing. The lack of rainfall's got everything pretty dried up, so a few sparks in the wrong place could get a real work of fire started. BUT, that doesn't mean we have to let all of those bottle rockets and such go to waste! No! Use it for... ...national defense! That's right! On a day like the 4th, you know there's gotta be some sort of plot against the nation on hand, right? So lift your Chinese sparklers high with pride, light your Roman candles, and load your mortars, cuz anything low enough to be hit by fireworks probably needs to be shot down anyways. Me? I'll be sitting here in the basement with a bucket of water.

That hottie from church was in my store today. I was working pretty hard though, and she got away before I could ask her for the time and a date. Still, I was in a pretty good mood the rest of the day. Thank God for little favors from big hearts. *clears his throat* Hear ye, hear ye. The official Venting Inc. End-of-Summer Field Trip to Chicago will take place on August 6th, 2002. Be at the station in South Bend by 7:20 or so. Expected arrival time back home - 9:30 PM. Hope and pray for weather a little better than last time. How's this for confidence? I've got the house to myself all of next week while everyone else is on their family vacation. Mom came back from the store the other day and tossed me a big bag full of frozen dinners, adding "That's your food supply for next week." Thanks Mom. I can use a phone book, I know how to use a phone, and I can call Papa John's all by myself. Cuz I'm a big boy now.