Some buddy's gettin' the CHOPCHOPCHOPCHOP!

Okay, so I saw Star Trek on Friday.

ZOMG.

Shall we discuss?

Let's discuss.

The roommates are in Hawaii for the week. I'm finding myself wishing that I had the entire week off of work, to do whatever I please. Alas, I have 40 hours of work and a dentist appointment in the mix.

What are your guilty pleasures?

I find that I'm stupidly in love with Biggest Loser and America's Next Top Model. I occasionally listen to Fall Out Boy. I adored the movie Doom. I DID read the Twilight books, and did get a sappy enjoyment from it (though not an all-out obsession). I occasionally crave a scrambled egg and peanut butter sammich on toast.

I feel sort of sporadic and unfocused today.

Tried to hook up the dvd player that Roommate Daniel loaned to me, but I can't seem to find the cables. Poo.

You don't have to pay up front and then wait to be reimbursed!

Would you like to get to know me better?

I am thusly opening a Q and A session.

Ask me whatever you wish, and I shall answer as honestly as possible.

I don't know, I don't know, I don't know. Look! I can write on my tongue.

Whaa? First Wave never made it to DVD? At least, nothing I can rent from Netflix? Bastids. Some of my favoritest memories in Phoenix was waking up on the weekend on my day off and watching the little SciFi fest of Farscape, Sliders, First Wave, and.... wasn't there a fourth?

Only reading good reviews about Star Trek. Even Wil Wheaton squee'd greatly about it, complete with photo of said squeeing. Hopefully, by this time tomorrow, I will have seen. Or, actually, this time tomorrow, I may be in the process OF seeing.

My bottom lip itches.

Been soooooooo freaking tired all day, though I had a solidish eight hours last night. It feels as if someone's licked my eyeballs.

Went from hating even the idea of meat to wanting to gnaw into a raw buffalo. Maybe my iron's low? That would 'splain the exhaustion.

Getting completely screwed on scheduling this weekend at work. I'm just sayin'. I won't be able to see Mom on Mommy's Day as I'm working open to close, but at this point I'm thankful to HAVE a Mom for Mom's Day. Tomorrow will be two months since the day she went into the hospital.

Can't decide if I'm hungry or not.

I get my cable fixed tomorrow. I'll finally get ABC, NBC, Fox, Channel 3, 5, and SciFi in again.

Something didn't translate...

BACCI'S BEING CREEPY!!!!

She's hiding behind the ottoman, making weird scratchy noises, then staring at me with only one eyeball showing around the bookcase. Anytime I move, she jerks her body so that she can continue to stare at me with only one eyeball. NO BLINKING ALLOWED.

Saw thee most adorable thing on the way to work today. There were two ducks, you see, a boy and a girl ducky, walking up the sidewalk towards me. The sidewalk lines a busy street, and I never see any wildlife ON the sidewalk. These two were walking side by side up the entire length of the sidewalk, as if they were out for a stroll together.



It's darkish because it's 630 am.

...built a trap inside a shiny new Range Rover SUV.

... so, a new Karate Kid with Will Smith's kid and Jackie Chan?
A new Romancing the Stone?
A new The Big Chill?

Apparently, all new ideas have leaked out of the giant holes in Hollywood's head... or something.

Have I mentioned that I hate split days off? I get Sunday/Friday this week, Monday/Friday last week. Bleck.

I also wish my leg muscle would quit twitching, already. Day three!

I got Mr. Wiggles in game last night, as well as became Pencilcup the Noble.

I woke up with this song parading repeatedly through my head:




Must also remember to pay rent today.

Still need to clean the desk.

I hate caffeine headaches.

Nobody wants to interview Bones, just Kirk and Spock. Elitism.

Bored now.

Your father is nothing but a fizzle!!

more animals

So very sleepy.

Corporate visit didn't happen, maybe tomorrow.

Still fill like poo - even more poo-like than before starting antibiotics. Maybe sleep will help tonight.

Got to dig a sliver out of my index finger with a needle. The prospect of this used to scare the bejeebers out of me. As a small child, whenever I had a splinter, my would have to wait until I was asleep to try to remove it.

Came home from work to find ALL THE FREAKING TREES in the center of the complex are now FIREWOOD. Fuckers. I almost cried. No idea what on earth would possess the new owners to cut down all of our beautiful trees. We also came home to two new toilets (!!), random stuff on the dining room floor, mud everywhere, a ripped open shower, and a nervous cat. We also have a lovely hole in the upstairs bathroom wall. We had a gay ol' time taking pictures of each other through it - me in the bathroom, my brother in his bedroom closet. My brother and I tried to contact the new apartment manager first on foot (no answer at door) and then on the phone (number disconnected, wtf?!?) with no success.

I took many pictures and plan on eventually posting a picture story about the whole ordeal.

Brother just came in from talking to the neighbors outside. One, who used to be the assistant manager of the complex, brought him into his home and allowed him to witness the larger townhome layout for the first time. (He is now insisting we move into one right this instant.) She stated that the plumbers did her apartment a couple of weeks ago and she still has a giant gaping hole in one wall. Our next door neighbor's big complaint about the whole ordeal was "Did you SEE how tiny those toilet seats are?!?!? Where the hell am I supposed to sit my big black ass? As soon as this is all over, I'm running out and buying myself two giant ass toilet seats." They also apparently shattered her bathroom window while replacing the siding. So... dead trees, demolished apartments, and almost zero grass - my roommates' garden was completely trampled into mud, our lawn has tire tracks through it from the stupid wood chipper, and almost every other place with ground has been dug into quite deep.

Makes me proud of my home, it does. :|

Jacob was the bass player that filled in for my old band (was Electric Doormat, now Mercury Tree) while James was away for awhile. Such a sweet person, and only 17.

Click on the flyer for details.

I would really like to go to this, so if anyone in my neighborhood is interested, I can pay for your tickets, should you provide me with a ride.

Much love,

Me.