Welcome To My Hell

Remember when these things were supposed to be breath mints? And now they are just candy? The orange ones in particular. They are delicious. I’ve went through 2 packs of them today.

That is all.

A shame indeed. But it was not too bad. My only worry at this point is that I’m losing my voice h-core. And uh, I have to teach tomorrow. This has the potential to be unwell.

Also, I noticed I just did the funniest thing ever. I was standing on the scale to see how much I weighed. 160 lbs. No big deal. What I found disturbing was that I was holding a box of Ritz crackers under my arm, while I was applying Easy Cheese to a cracker while I was standing on the scale. The irony was razor sharp. I wish I had a picture of that.

Heh. Well, back to Call of Duty 4, drinking chocolate milk, while being sick and wondering what the fuck Darci’s deal is.

Ah, my ideal decent Sunday.

We all know what that means right?!

That means that the first person to send me a mass holiday text message, email, or IM will have the distinct pleasure of being punched by me.

…I’m not kidding. You’ve been warned.

People send generic holiday text messages to everyone in their phone as if it’s pleasant and cute. Well I don’t find it cute when you burn up one of my text messages to tell me something of no consequence, and I dont find it to be very pleseant when you wake me up on my day off.

Next time, why don’t you send me something useful like a reminder to change my clock for Daylight Saving Time or something?!

I just thought I’d fill all of you in. It is true, that I am, in fact deceased. So yeah. That’s why I haven’t been updating lately.

Even if I were not dead, I’d be too apathetic to care anyway. At least at the moment…

But since I don’t have what you would call a room, I have my website instead.

In all actuality I have nothing to say. Nothing’s changed. Same boring weekends. Alone as hell. Heh.

Hmm…I’ve watched Happy Feet way too many times at this point.

End.

Yeah, it’s not that good. But I’m getting better.

…needs to be locked.

Is it wrong that I’ll be spending my Veterans Day playing Call of Duty 4?

Awesome game. Just finished my first run through. The flash back mission was awesome. Next time around I’ll do it on Veteran.

If you like FPS’s, go get this game!

Mine and Vann schedules differ too far to get that damn Supra towed. I’m just going to pay for the tow this Monday. It’s gotta get going. The only day I’ve had to tow the car has gone out the window days ago. Now it’s just a fool errand.

I woke up just a second ago itching my arm like crazy. When I finally stopped to feel what had been itching so bad I felt this huge bump on my arm. Then I felt another. And another… And another.

I hopped up and turned on the light to see it. I had been bitten in roughly the same spot on my arm 4 times. I probably accidentally pinned a spider under my arm or something while I was asleep. But knowing the kind of spiders I have in this house, I nearly panicked. I start searching through my shit for my antivenom because God knows that even I couldn’t stand up to four bites from any of the choice spiders floating around here.

But it turns out to be nothing. Looks like a bite from a smaller Wolf Spider or something similar.

Yeah yeah. All you jackasses that have been emailing me about the protected posts can shut up now.

Allow me to give you a quick update. Over the last few weeks I’ve come to know a girl who is by my definition perfect. Of course, as I’ve (and everyone else) has said, someone like that is too good be to true. This is usually correct.

Trying of course to look past the fact that she is a computer nerd, car enthusiant, gymnast who can do a b kick and is hotter then hell itself.

Anyway. I’ve been stood up twice in a row now. I’m a little bit pissed. And very crushed and disappointed.

It’s going to be great to go back to work tomorrow. Weekend totally wasted. Wondering why I am living to work as opposed to working to live. It’s ok. IÂ enjoy having nothing in my life but work. It’s a fucking riot.

I spent the whole week mentally preparing myself to be stood up. But I also spent the whole week looking forward to Saturday. Despite it all, I’m still upset as hell. I can’t believe how bent out of shape I am about it.

To any of you, I’m sure it’s of little concern if you are ditched. But to someone like myself with my biannual, unfruitful flings, and nothing but work to fill the days, it’s a little different.

I’m hurt, and I’m unbelieveably pissed, and at the same time, the only thing I can bring myself to think about is the fact that I told myself again and again this would happen. Ergo, I shouldn’t be upset. But I can’t help myself. I secretly hoped everything would turn out well. That was my mistake. I wish I could turn all feeling off 100%. But I suppose with each of these incidents, I only get better at being numb.

I’ll be up all night waiting to get the call from Vanessa saying “She’s here!” but I know I will not be getting it.

I’ve been waiting 5 days, 18 hours, and 1 minute. And here I finally am. Going to meet this false specter of a women who is probably nothing like I’ve envisioned. No doubt it will be the exact same story on her end. Alright, I’m hanging onto a little doubt for my own amusement. And uh, after all the build up, I don’t think I really want to be here. Not to mention I already bailed on my date with the girl from Arby’s to house sit for Vanessa while the Comcast guy came and install the cable internet. Of which I’m actually using to write this post right now.