Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Friday, January 23, 2009
A little story
Hah, so
The other day when I got home from work I had gone grocery shopping and I was almost home. To my surprise my street was closed off because the city likes to close it off to clean the sidewalks in front of the school across from my house with a small army of ploughs and mini-dozer things. So i go up to the plough thats blocking the street and say "Hey I live down there can I get through", "Yeah sure". So he moves and I drive up to my driveway. Turns out that there wasn't enough room in my driveway because where I normally squeeze in to the side of my roomate's car is filled with snow. So I reverse back down the street and go into the back entrance.
Now this back entrance is never used and its not shoveled. So me, with a carload of grocerys, prances through the snow in my nice thin slip-ons and get to the back door. In this process I proceed to slip on the frozen solid case of ice from where the gutter dripped down and slam my hand against the door. I'll get back to that.
The door is frozen shut, of course.
So I remember that Mike just built a set of makeshift stairs to get up to the front of the house. I again prance through the snow drifts, get up the wobbly stairs, hop the fence into a mound of snow. Walk in the door "Hey guys". "Hey whats up" "Snow..."
Out I go to shovel my spot out, Mike helps me thankfully. We go to the basement to get the door open, it doesn't open. Just my luck.
Back upstairs, outside, down the snowy stairs, prance through my tracks in the snow. Drive back around. Wait around while they plough for a bit. Finally squeeze my ass into the tiny spot with about an inch to spare. Crawl out of my door and go inside.
Welcome home from Florida!
I wouldn't trade home for anything.
Oh! I forgot the whole reason I told the story... Remember how I bashed my hand? Yeah, underneath my thumbnail was bleeding and now I have a nasty looking purple nail. Its got this weird numb tingly feeling whenever I press it against something.
Oh and what spawned me writing about this is that I got a paper cut across my cuticle on the pointer finger next to it today... I was in lecture, I got the syllabus, I turn the page and on the back is blood... I look down and my fucking finger, thumb, and palm is covered with blood. I was so fucking confused.
Its like my life lately, little shit is happening and I just don't even care anymore.
The other day when I got home from work I had gone grocery shopping and I was almost home. To my surprise my street was closed off because the city likes to close it off to clean the sidewalks in front of the school across from my house with a small army of ploughs and mini-dozer things. So i go up to the plough thats blocking the street and say "Hey I live down there can I get through", "Yeah sure". So he moves and I drive up to my driveway. Turns out that there wasn't enough room in my driveway because where I normally squeeze in to the side of my roomate's car is filled with snow. So I reverse back down the street and go into the back entrance.
Now this back entrance is never used and its not shoveled. So me, with a carload of grocerys, prances through the snow in my nice thin slip-ons and get to the back door. In this process I proceed to slip on the frozen solid case of ice from where the gutter dripped down and slam my hand against the door. I'll get back to that.
The door is frozen shut, of course.
So I remember that Mike just built a set of makeshift stairs to get up to the front of the house. I again prance through the snow drifts, get up the wobbly stairs, hop the fence into a mound of snow. Walk in the door "Hey guys". "Hey whats up" "Snow..."
Out I go to shovel my spot out, Mike helps me thankfully. We go to the basement to get the door open, it doesn't open. Just my luck.
Back upstairs, outside, down the snowy stairs, prance through my tracks in the snow. Drive back around. Wait around while they plough for a bit. Finally squeeze my ass into the tiny spot with about an inch to spare. Crawl out of my door and go inside.
Welcome home from Florida!
I wouldn't trade home for anything.
Oh! I forgot the whole reason I told the story... Remember how I bashed my hand? Yeah, underneath my thumbnail was bleeding and now I have a nasty looking purple nail. Its got this weird numb tingly feeling whenever I press it against something.
Oh and what spawned me writing about this is that I got a paper cut across my cuticle on the pointer finger next to it today... I was in lecture, I got the syllabus, I turn the page and on the back is blood... I look down and my fucking finger, thumb, and palm is covered with blood. I was so fucking confused.
Its like my life lately, little shit is happening and I just don't even care anymore.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Perhaps I'll never get ahead. Maybe its just what we're meant to do, struggle through life like nothing will ever end. Or are we waiting something to end to begin yet another?
Such are my thoughts lately, possibly because I can't stop thinking about what the fuck I'm going to do when the shit hits the fan.
It'll be fun.
Such are my thoughts lately, possibly because I can't stop thinking about what the fuck I'm going to do when the shit hits the fan.
It'll be fun.
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