monday to-do list

in celebration of my mother returning this thursday, i shall
make a list of all the shit i have to get done before then.
hopefully it all gets done today.

1. change turtle water
2. wash dishes
3. put away all my shit
4. clean restroom
5. do laundry
6. clean living room
7. vacuum
8. make food
9. make banana bread
10. take out the trash
11. water the plants

i hate cleaning....i couldn't get myself to do any of it this weekend.
i was lazy lazy lazy. it was awesome.

i heart recycling....and so should you

I have to give props to my mums for recycling. She has been recycling everything for as long as I can remember. It is from her that I learned my skills. It's still shocking for me to learn of people not recycling...but perhaps it's not as startling as I make it out to be. i wish i could give people more credit but maybe the majority of people are retarded. i know i shouldn't insult people, but come on. we do only get one planet which means we should all do what we can to reduce trash and pollutants. recycling may be one of the easiest ways to do it. so i was trying to find recycling statistics and i came upon this:



"Some states are already far ahead other states on the recycling curve. In Portland, Oregon, for instance, it’s surprising not to see curbside recycling bins -- while in Albuquerque, New Mexico it can be surprising to actually find someone who knows what recycling is, because of the sheer lack of curbside recycling programs available"



http://greenliving.lovetoknow.com/United_States_Recycling_Statistics

In an update to this bleak blog entry, my community now has recycling bins. This is exciting i guess. It will be easier for other people who don't recycle already. I see it as an increase in plastic, as in the plastic of the bin, but whatev. i guess i no longer have to spend time sorting the stuff.....although i probably would still want to. i'm anal about that shit.

another day another measly dollar

"listen up motherfucker this is mack 10"

how i would love to begin every sentence this way...but alas, my name is not mack 10. so i find myself yet again at work. where else would i be at 7am on a weekday? if i had my way, it would be, still in bed. anywho....i'm retarded. i need to start doing exercise because i'm getting fatter. it wouldn't bother me if my clothes still fit, but they are beginning not to. i need help. the end

holy shit

there's a rumbly in my tummy and i can't take it yo.
this is when i wish i could beam myself to my house instantaneously.
oh jesus...i knew i shouldn't have had that fiber one bar at work.
je suis in pain.
too much information, i know, but no one reads this, so it's all good.

i love lists...not to be confused with tits...although those are nice too

To Do Thursday

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1. water all indoor plants, plant in garage and front yard plants

2. bring in trash can

3. pick up dog poo and ciggy butts

4. sweep kitchen

5. clean restroom

6. put away clothes

7. make dinner

8. go grocery shopping

9. sort bills

Damn this totally seems like too much to do in the hours after work. I know i won't complete this list but seeing it will hopefully put my gears in motion. i'm most interested in chilling though. blargh....the barbq is this saturday. i don't think my friend knows how much work is involved in an endeavor of this sort. she plans on getting all dressed and looking beautiful and blah blah blah. well that's nice, while you do that i'll chill over this hot grill cooking meat and sweating profusely. hey guys, don't i look good.

I might try some psychadelics this weeekend. i am excited. my friend is so focused on guys though. i don't think it'll be the same as X, in that it won't be about touching people and shit. i tried to tell her this but i don't know if she understands....ughh i want to do things one way and she wants them another. i need more friends. i need intellectually challenging friends. i'm at work right now, but if i wasn't i'd scream out in frustration.

I received some baked goods from my friend in cali. they're delicious but they put me to sleep, well not really, but they don't wake me up either. anywho...i'm over it...over it all.

life is so much better when...

when you're 40 minutes away from quittin' time.

man....eff google maps

what with their street view and all...damn them. on days like these (fridays) i can't stop myself from traversing the l.a. streets and visiting my old haunts. i can't go there in person so i guess pixelated images will have to do. i like checking out all the places i used to party at, where i used to drink coffee, where i used to kick it on the porch with peeps, where i once peed in public....good times man. this blog was going to be about me planning a weekend trip in the not so distant future to the city of Truth or Consequences. the name alone is reason enough to go, at least in my book, and yes there is a book that is mine, and yes, everyone should check it out sometime. what what...that was a long ass-sentence. yes you are reading correctly that sentence came from my ass. the end. man i am just swinging out of control, or rather my emotions are. although i wish i could be literally swinging right now at the park. anywho, onwards and upwards...no no, once again that is applicable for the swings at the park...awww rambling, how i love you so. it really makes the time fly by at work. anywho, the city of T or C is famous for its natural mineral hotsprings. i google street-viewed it and it is quite quaint. i love the idea of driving to this place that's even more godforsaken than the small podunkness that is the town i currently reside in . 505...what what (that's my second what-what of this post, 3rd if you include this one, but who's counting? me). Can everyone see now how i am talk/typing to myself. this is what i feared about the internet, anyone can just post utter nonsense. yes, the internet....truly democratic. anywho, i'm already in T or C in my mind.
i think i figured it out. i quit drinking coffee more than a month ago and today at lunch i got some diet coke, so that caffeine is manifesting itself right now. or i'm just trying to rationalize why i sound like a cray-cray. nope...it's the caffeine. so in book news, i'm re-reading, this time to finish reading, The Brothers Karamazov. the end. i should mos def hit up the library soon though to get some more shit...i like having piles of book that i'm actually interested in reading. i'm really into john irving. i should get the rest of his stuff. the end.
so i netflixed The Peaceful Warrior and was disappointed because the point the movie makes misses the biggest point of the book. has anyone read this. some say it's a cheesy book but i love cheese so it's right up my alley. anywho, this was upsetting in an i-have-nothing-better-to-be-upset-about way.

hmmm...the end for now i think....
the demons have been excorsised.
))<>((

my heart...it feels like bursting

i have this song going through my head right now. it's a song by the aislers set called 'chicago new york. this is the part that is making me want to cry:
"New York was more of the same
'Til somebody mentioned your name
And I broke down and cried
With less than a day to decide
As much as I don't like to fly
I was in the air again
And I never thought I'd care again
And how do I say that I made a mistake
I wanna try, try, try again
I wanna try, try, try again."

belle and sebastian is also running about my head making me sentimental. and all of this
because of one trip to seattle. i just really wish i had never liked that boy because seeing
him with my friend was really really difficult. i know i should be an adult about it and just
be happy for everyone, but it's too fresh. and he doesn't even know...and even if he knew,
what of it, right? i wish i could just be over it. instead here i am typing this shit, trying to swallow the lump in my throat and hoping that my eyes aren't noticeably red because
i'm crying now. okay the end...no more crying and my next post will hopefully have fun stories
about seattle...for now everyone can suck my big fat black balls. i believe that little tidbit is material from the trip....good times

El Trip A La Casa De Pot

There's nothing I can do about anything, so why not laugh? I love laughing yo. I got to feeling this way because of one trip to home depot and because of the trip i took after. The latter was a head trip mind you but must still not be discounted. I needed to go to the home dePot to buy my bro-ham a gift card, it's his b-day yo. So my friend and I are in the checkout line, and wham, she begins, "I used to work at Home Depot," she says to the guy at the register. Let the games begin, it's on sucka'. Their little flirty banter continues and there I am thinking, 'great, once again i feel like the fucking bump on a log. I wonder if it's something about me that doesn't let me do that or if i truly just am uncomfortable with that type of interaction. Then i think, well why do some girls always have to do that shit? Does if serve a purpose? It makes it difficult for me not to think that people like these just want attention. Who knows, maybe i'm just jealous. When we leave the store i tell my friend i've been in this position before so i'm used to it. Then she's like no girl he was flirting with both of us....rrrrright.
Anywho while we're getting coffee and trippin' balls i tell her we should go to l.a. sometime to party it up. One of her first concerns is, "Will guys flirt with me over there?" Hmmm...let me think about that, probably. I was just a bit annoyed at this question. It reminds me of the ideas i had about moving to new mexico. Some friends used to tell me, yeah man, you'll find an awesome guy out there, and for a moment, i believed. But I guess the truth is that I feel like i won't find anything, anywhere. I feel like an unappealing bump on a log, at least to guys. Alone it's great, i'm fabulous, but i guess when i put myself in a group setting, the other girl always wins....I was going to end it at this but just typing that last sentence infuriates me...why the hell must it be such a competition and the prize always guys, guys' attentions....Are there any better prizes, cuz i'm over lame dick.