It don't matter to the sun
If you go, or if you stay.
You know the sun is gonna rise, gonna rise,
shine down on another day.
There'll still be a tomorrow,
even if you choose to leave.
Cause it don't matter to the sun, oh babe,
but it matters to me.
It ain't gonna stop the world
If you walk out that door
This ol world will just keep turnin round turnin round
like it did the day before.
You see, to them it makes no difference,
they'll just keep on keep'n time.
Cause it ain't
12 units, and 40hrs+ per week.
Okay, so the 40hrs thing may be a bit of a fib anymore. Truth is I am only at work for 6hrs Mondays and I shag my ass out of that hole as fast as I can the remaining 4 days in the work week. Mondays I have a good excuse, 1 class at 2 in the afternoon another at 7 in the evening. I'm still in that whole getting used to the schedule phase. Should be quelled here quickly, as I already have a paper due for my Friday class, and another due for the English class I'm
I don't get why some people feel they have to add commentary on every little thing that happens. No matter how many times they are told basically if it doesn't involve them in any way to stay the hell out of it.
perhaps I am the odd one, I have always maintained the idea that if anything I was thinking of saying didn't add anything of merit to what was happening it was best to keep my mouth shut, less i look like a dumb ass. I still really don't get it. My boss hired a new employee. They we
That about sums everything up in a nutshell. I've been hella frustrated as of late, my writing is at a stand still. I spend weekends mired in Family crap, and the week over burdened at work, because three people assumed the middle of August was high time to quit with out giving any notice. I want to scream but realize that is counter productive. to top everything off my F'n libido has chosen now to kick into high drive.
The most difficult thing is I have been so set in my ways for the last
Not me, nope rest assured when it is my turn to move; anyone and everyone will have scattered to the four winds. Nope looks like i will be spending another weekend in the glorious company of my cousin.
I like the guy I really do. Its just I have enough shit to do already.
bleh this is pointless. I really need to do something more constructive with this blog rather then bitch all the time.
Steve
Beh, I have a boatload - it seems- of stuff to do and no motivation to get them done. To compound matters, if I do have the motivation to get them done other things simply get in the way.
On the lacking motivation side -
I want to get a general redesign of my site here at GA done, coupled with a redesign of my personal website. I'd even like to get my writing up on my personal site, replace some of the older out-date. The GA redesign is mostly going to be behind the scenes stuff, as I am
Its a devastating thing. It grows silently, using your own resources against you. Masquerading as other maladies until it is finally discovered. When it is found, it is almost universally cut out. Some people are resilient to it's removal, even though the cancer takes some of them along with it. Others, are just not strong enough: the disease is wound too tightly into their bones; into their foundations. Still the best option is to get rid of it before it has a chance to spread further and infec
Apparently I am a bitter, short tempered, person. Personally i find it remarkable that someone who usually doesn't say much of anything at all could be bitter and short tempered.
I'll admit it freely I have some odd quirks. I don't do repetition all too well, thus I find KC and the Sunshine band highly offensive, but also Bone, Thugs, and Harmony as well. I know there is a great divide between those two. One is 70's disco the other 90's rap or hip hop, or whatever that genre calls itself th
So there is a post in the forums asking for people to describe the perfect guy. Thats a bit of a stumbling point. What is a perfect guy? Does one even exist? If he does, and we met would I just get so fed up with his perfection that he would seem, to me, no longer perfect?
The stigmata of perfection aside, what am I looking for in my ideal guy?
Good looks are a plus, the specifics? well I'm not that picky, even if I have a slight preference for darker hair, also he shouldn't overly hairy
Let's say you have this person you consider a friend, even though the last time you communicated with them, it didn't end up so well. In fact let's just say they never replied back.
Now you notice another person warming up to this person you consider a friend, offering unsolicited, but by all means welcome, advice. Do you warn the friend off? Do you tell them about the odd ways of this new person? Do you tell friend that all he has to do is disagree with the new person once and the new perso
I'm an introverted Kinda guy. I don't mean to be, just kind of turned out that way. thats not the reason for this little rant however. Sometimes it feels like the past decade has been wasted. Wasted waiting, or merely floating through life with no particular aim. I guess that is the bane of the tail edge of Generation X, a complete lack of motivation.
As I have stated in earlier blogs I'm tired of feeling ... lost in the world. I want something more then the prospects of another dead end jo
This weekend sucked in comparison to the last. While the company was good,the task was less then desirable.
I spent the weekend - Saturday really - helping my cousin move most of his downstairs into a storage unit in preparation for his move into a new house next month. It was going fine, he came up with the ever so brilliant idea of "Load an object... drink a beer" that worked fine for the first load, but quickly deteriorated from there. needless to say we only got about 5 or so trips to th
snippets from the odyssey thats was GA's Dallas 2008...
Cleaning ceilings is apparently passe. It shouldn't be, the strangest things end-up, up there. You only need to watch 'Something About Mary' to understand that liquids often do defy the laws of gravity. The first room I checked into did indeed have what appeared to be a trail of blood along the ceiling directly over the bed.
That coupled with the view of the u-haul rental place and the 1/2 star accommodation's flanking... well I wen
Its been a busy couple of weeks. The only question that remains now is where to start?
Gas, Grass, or Ass.
Thats as good a place as any i suppose. the weekend CJ claimed I had been "detained" I was actually in his region of the lower 48. My uncle owns around 180 acres outside of Kingman Arizona. It was a good time, once everything fell into place. usual stuff happened, brother broke his truck etc. Did you know that the power steering and power brakes on a 05 Yukon operate off the same pu
A few people know my Aunt is just recovering from a battle with breast cancer that cost her, her left breast. She is the reason the pink racing Strip appeard on my home page. Her Cancer was agressive, and the "suspect" she had found doubled in size in the month it took her to get the mammography appointment. Subsequently it had spread into the lymph nodes on the left side of her body as well.
Those were removed at the same time her left breast was removed. From there she faced chemo therapy
Often lately I have been asking myself, 'What drives people to make the decisions they do?'
There are things I just don't understand, and in many ways i really don't want to understand. Why does one person find it necessary to talk badly about another? Why would they misrepresent facts, even if they did so mistakingly? I don't understand these concepts. Granted I'm no angel, I'll be the first to freely admit that. However, I subscribe to that whole blasie 'live and let live' mumbo jumbo. You
Life happens, when you're not looking. Allot of people, i think, fail to realize that. There is an expectation that one day we will wake up and Life is going to start. We'll have the career, the love, vacations in Spain etc. The only trouble is, in this yearning, this waiting for something big to happen; we overlook life. The fragments in time that shape our existence.
Sometimes I have a nagging feeling that time is running away. I don't know what it is, or where it comes from, yet I still
Maybe it is the season, maybe it is something else, but there seems to be a lot of talk about love these days. Whether the topic be about friends with bennies, or taking a significant other for life, the underlying emotion is love; to me at any rate.
It's such an innocuous word, love. All to often thrown around at a whim, or a panging of the soul, but what does it mean? Sure we all have our own definition of the word, our own belief, or idea. Often, however, it isn't a idea that translates i
Snowdog was in town for an interview, by in-town I mean in the general Southern California area. It was neat, hadn't seen him since San Francisco.
Quick version of events.
Stowed my backpack in the trunk with recyclables.
Chatted with Snow and Viv while driving out to Anaheim.
Hung out at Viv's house for a few hours. She apparently cleaned for our arrival. Her son commented that it was odd that the place was clean , after he tried to con me into feeding the dog. What's with kid
I went out with Viv the weekend before last. We enjoyed a sun and rain filled day at Disneyland with Will and Rich. It was a grand time all things considered. Will got a kick out of the "happy" guy in mock lederhosen who was checking seat belts on the Matterhorn. Horrible ride by the way, I swear I bruised my scrotum on its jostling turns.
For those of you who don't know, Viv doesn't do down. So that killed allot of the rides at the park across the way. Though we did have an interesting conv
Updates updates updates...
Wonky eared bastard from previous post. He's still annoying and still around, but I'll have my moment of retribution yet. he came in with his boss over the weekend and tried sneakery to change things. I hate when vendors do that, absolutely hate it.
Classes are going good, the winter inter-session concludes this Thursday. Taking a sixteen week course in six weeks has been interesting, stressful, but interesting. I dunno I thought it would be cake, turns out
Return of the odd dreams. The last time we visited my cracked out subconscious, there were meteors and the world breaking up into little islands in space. This go around snakes. Not on a plane. Samuel L. Jackson wasn't there in as his slick line goodness. Just the snake, in my top dresser drawer. It was dark green like a broad tropical leaf, and its length was plastered with reddish brown diamonds.
Yes it had a rattle.
I had a pair of tongs, and an old pillow case.
For the mo
I know the whole dating game is just that a game. A way to find out what interests us, and what we can definately live with out. That said, why do we feel intimidated by people we find interesting? Under that intimidation, why do we take the next thing? Why not just soldier through and grow a set or two and ask the person we find interesting out?
My sister has this hot and cold crush on the guy that works down the way. She is too affraid to move things along, fearing rejection I guess. I can
I lie to myself, with all my assertions that i am happy. Do not get me wrong I am for the most part, but saying I am happy and not mentioning some of the things that really bother me is, in itself, a form of fibbing no? I'm currently sitting in a broom closet of an office at a Job I have grown to dispise over the last several months. There where promises, and then out right lies.
Evrything has boiled down to the point where everything I, or the rest of the management team, do is second gues
