Affording the Rock N Roll Lifestyle

Sometimes late at night I

1. wish i was taller
2. dream about owning an actual house
3. wonder where all the porn stars go
4. question if library science is a good for me
5. wonder why my parents love each other so much, but only fight when they are around each other
6. if it was a good idea to return to these here United States
7. think the BMI is a piece of shit (there is no way I’m obese—I just don’t buy it)
8. wish I had more time to read
9. think I should be working more
10. wonder if Ultra Fitness Matt also comes with a sweat towel, or if it’s just the water bottle

Wowers Brain I think Penny may be in trouble. It’s like she’s working all the time; hard for the money. So hard for the money, so we better treat her right. For example, Should-be-British Guy, should at least attempt to speak in a proper British accent in my presence. I’ve informed him of this and hopes that he takes it to heart. We had a little chat about his British looks, while he believes that he just looks like someone from Missouri. What a weird-o.

Marty continues to be attractive, especially now since he’s adopted a new name: Matt. You see our supervisor walked by one day and asked where Matt was. The Poopsmith (Greg) and I figured he had to be talking about Marty. So now Marty is also Matt and becomes more and more attractive each passing day. I try to concentrate on the less attractive parts of him to make me realize that lusting is bad; but I don’t think it’s working.

Oh yeah…so I’ve been reading about the SILSers or SILSians (whichever you prefer) and about how they enjoy a nice hike through the woods. I think hiking sounds like pure evil. Of course this is my version of hiking, involving a pack full of resources, biting bugs, and a brisk pace border-line jogging. Then you hit the face of a rock, which you have to climb up. That’s what I call hiking. I think, however the SILSians take walks in the woods along preexisting paths. This is just a theory though. These are things that go through my mind while sprinting a 220 at Dog Days.

What else is new you ask. Well, metaphorical Mel, the guy who said I needed to take some English classes at KU got fired today. Everyone cheered. Including the Poopsmith, Becky, Lunch-Boy, Other-Guy, and even Ben. We still fear for our lives, though not as much from the Invisible Man and the office workers got two new people today. It was great. Working at the Lawrence Paper Company totally rules.

The Young Blood Brass Band was totally awesome last night, at least for the part that I was awake. That part was totally great and apparently they have a new album. I can’t seem to find it though. Bummer. But at least you can check them out a little. The opening band, to me sounded like a bad version of Phish, which we all know is a bad version of the Grateful Dead. So for me it was my own little special kind of torture.

Today was awesome. I worked FOREVER. Okay, ten hours. And then…it happened. I went out to eat at the Salty Iguana, an oh-so-average Mexican joint where none other than Kirk Hinrich was eating. I was a bit distract because I got my health insurance bill earlier in the day, but when I saw Kirk I knew my problems were over. So I sashayed over to him to ask him if he could pay for my health insurance this year, ’cause I hear you should have that and all. But then I realized that my watching him on television probably doesn’t make us close enough for something of that nature. So I gracefully turned into a jaunt to the restroom facilities. I didn’t at all fall on my face or anything. I’m so proud of me.

Oooh Oooh. I got a gift today too. Me mum decided that I should have a bookend collection. So I got these hen bookends from Pier 1. I don’t know if I like them yet or not. Maybe I will, maybe I won’t we’ll just have to see.

Going out tonight. It’s the first time in forever. Erica and I are going to see the Young Blood Brass Band at the Bottleneck. It ought to be a lot of fun.

For therecord I use Charmin Ultra and usually go through a roll every month. Do I over use toliet paper? Probably, but I really don’t give a flying fuck. Sometimes you just need to make sure that you aren’t going to be getting skid marks.

there is absolutely nothing like going to Dog Days, doing Bob’s run and then mowing half of the yard. it makes you happy to know that someday you sleep forever and on others there is a big glass of milk waiting for you and still others bring a super sexy boy to massage you. oh crap….i don’t have any of that. well…..poop.

So today’s the day. The day that I start the rest of my life. So far….it’s the same. Maybe something exciting will happen tomorrow.

At the end of summer it gets really hot. So hot that sunglasses start to melt when left in cars and stereos don’t work right. This usually happens a couple of weeks right before school starts. And so, when it gets that hot my thoughts turn towards classes. The past week the heat index hovered around 115 degrees. On Sunday morning I woke up and immediately had the urge to go school shopping. The heat signalled me to not pass Go, do not collect $200, but instead go directly to the Gap and buy clothes for the upcoming semester. Mother nature has me trained well.

Becky was right. It’s true about the moon. Matt sent me proof, and you know if it’s on the internet it must be true. Check it out.

Dog Days are Back

Or more precisely I’m back at Dog Days. After last Thursday miserable performance I’ve decided not to try and do absolutely everything and had a much better time today. I did 4 laps and one stair instead of 4 laps and 3 stairs….the stairs are just not there for me right now. Maybe next week.

I have this horrible feeling having to do with work. See I work with this guy called Marty and today he suddenly became very attractive. I’m not sure why. Maybe he turned on his pheromones, who knows. It freaks me out because I work with him, like in the same area doing the same thing and it would not be to my advantage to start lusting after him. That’s it. I’m going to seek help from my local shrink.

The song is stuck in my head

Otherwise my day went pretty dang well. I went to work and did stuff. That was fun. I skipped Dog Days because I haven’t been feeling up to par. I’m actually just chillin in front of the computer in hopes that Porn Boy will log on. Man, I’ve gone lame.

But on the bright side of lame, I now know Should-be-British-Guys name. It’s Nolan. It’s sort of British, but not really; just like him. Oh, I hope that I didn’t just misuse the semicolon; I know how they hate being misused. Just like transmissions. AND I got to drive today. It was sweet. I almost ran off the road; I took a corner at 60mph when it should have been 15mph. Tee-hee. It was just like a video-game. Only better because I did actually have to look out for cops and horse crap in the road. Country living is cool.