Thursday, December 30, 2004

this weather is WEIRDING ME OUT

Something must have happened last night. I mean, I went to bed and I swear to God it was still December. Then I wake up this morning to str8 wet grass and a LIGHT DRIZZLE. This isn't right, I thought to myself, but it only got weirder. The mercury soon skyrocketed to a balmy 48° Fahrenheit. Not too shabby, except at it turns out, it's not actually mid-March. As I started to type this, you would have seen something along thses lines from the Weather Channel:



Now, for those of you who don't live in my locale (ie: teh Minnesotah) know it should look something like this:



It's been a weird week all around.

Now playing on iTunes: David Wilcox; 'Never Enough'

Friday, December 24, 2004

MERRY CHRISTMAS


from me, Joe Smiley, and most of the staff at ES.com Forums.

Now playing on iTunes: Andy Williams; 'Happy Holidays'

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Wednesday, December 22, 2004

brrr

it's currently zero degrees. NO DAMN DEGREES. if it's this cold there should really be at least some snow on the ground.

Now playing on iTunes: Ben Folds; 'Adelaide'

Tuesday, December 14, 2004

the compy has been a bad, bad compy.

I had one of the most horrifying experiences of my life on Saturday. My computer crashed. It's all gone, people. My photos from the past five years: gone. Every piece of homework I have done since 1999: gone. Writing and graphic portfolios? Yup, they're gone. Local version of the website, including past designs? Kaput. I'm so screwed, I could cry. At least my iPod saved my music.

Now playing on iTunes: The Wallflowers; 'Closer to You'

Friday, December 3, 2004

tthngvbd addendum

it seems last night I left my iPod earphones at work. boo!

Now playing on iPod: NOTHING, you fucks! no earbuds = no music

arbitrary song quote time!

hey Rebecca, this is your pilot speaking; you're about to land
hope you find all your answers and you come to understand
people and things are always gonna change and you can't stop them now
Pat McGee; 'Rebecca'

if melody is my destiny
then what's left of me I'll give to you
if next to me is all you need to be
would you settle for fantasy if it was the best you could do?
can I have my cake?
can I have you too?
would you follow me if I asked you to?
would the world between us break these ties we've worked so hard to realize?
could a postcard say what I see in your eyes?
could I ever break away?
John Mayer; 'Break Away'

you may be wrong and I'm not crazy, though I admit that I'm confused
I waited patiently and you walked on by; I had to have you, now I want to die
so there's no way to justify it
maybe I'll see tomorrow, but for tonight I know I'm blind...
The Thorns; 'Such a Shame"

Now playing on iTunes: Josh Kelley; 'Old Time Memory'

the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day

...and it was one for the books. how did it start? well, roughly after 11a my cellphone died. that was good times. what else happened? right, the check card thing... so I realized after leaving my 12:45 class that -- whoops, clumsy me -- I forgot my check card on my desk. that was pretty hot. I might have discovered this earlier, but because of all the hours I have had to pick up at work what with the christmas season, I studied straight through lunch. so, when I was leaving school I was pretty fucking hungry. but wait, I can't leave; no cash means no way to get home. guess what? it's telephone time. but it died earlier this morning. so I had to search for a phone. this is when I collided with someone in the hallway. I bend down to help her up and I find myself staring at the most beautiful girl in the history of time and/or space. of course, I lose all ability to talk, later to be [figuratively] teased as she waves goodbye and I sputter out something that probably closely resembled esperanto. so I finally got a ride to work, which was also good times an experience. I get there and am immediately barraged by salespeople, and the day progressively gets worse. because there was no custy traffic to speak of, the sales staff is in a rush to complete as many mundane tasks as possible, which usually causes me to be interrupted to the point where I can't accomplish my own tasks anymore. finally I snapped at a couple guys, got them to leave me alone, and got done what needed to get done so I could finally get home and eat something.... at 10:30p.

as a topper, I'm still wide awake. wheee!

Now playing on iTunes: Wayne; 'All in All"

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