Friday, February 18, 2000
How is it that I manage to go one month between the last and most recent entry whenever I write one? I don't know. In any case, this entry is more about conveying information about what's going to be happening in this site in the near future than anything else (that and this uncontrollable urge to write something and make the site seem a little useful). Several things are going to happen, granted I actually show some ambition and do what is planned.
First off, March 1st should see me start writing entries on a regular basis. The norm should change from seeing one or two entries a week to missing one or two entries a month. This is more dependent on when we move. If we're moving in that time frame, the computer will more than likely be packed up and unavailable for use until after we move. In any case, I'll try to get entries up as soon as we settle in.
After I go through and update all the pages in this site (excluding those "My Life" entries that go back to last year), I'll begin to work on a new picture page. This will mean reloading all the pictures back onto the computer, reconfiguring the size down to a more reasonable level, then actually designing the page. I hope to pepper each page of this site with pictures and I may actually go back to trying to design some graphics as well. However, I'm quite stupid with the Photoshop software we have, so don't expect anything grande.
Other than that, the site is doing just fine in its current form. I have no intention of overhauling this site like I've been known to do, nor do I plan any kind of change to the layout. Learning tables has been of a tremendous help and could assist me in the future as I see fit. The whole frame fiasco is behind me and I don't intend to play with frames anymore. It was just too much hassle than I found necessary. It's also a hassle to those who actually want to know what the address of the page is for future reference.
Of course, nothing's set in stone. If this site has a sudden change of appearance, I know nothing about it. I was probably half-asleep at the time anyway.
The move. So far, it's still on for March 2 although that could change at any time. I'm just about ready to go, aside from the clothes that I wear, but my mom's probably starting to panic a little bit since it's only about a week and a half away. I've never moved, so much as I can remember, and I only know this house as the one I've ever lived in. It's going to be so strange moving into and living in a different house. I'm not sure what to expect. I'm nervous about moving, but I'm also excited by the change of scenery.
I don't really hold any sentimental feelings for this house. A lot of bad things have happened that have made me feel that moving is a must. The house's assortment of problems is another thing. The one room downstairs that leaks when it rains a lot, causing a waterfall down the steps to the basement.
The fridge that occasionally wets itself and leaks all over the floor around it. The fridge that sometimes leaves things really hard or really soft depending on its mood.
The basement sink drain that constantly clogs, flooding the basement (a real mess if the upstairs room has flooded as well).
The clean-up for both areas of the house that leak.
The leaking roof that can't be pinpointed.
The spring invasion of ants that happens no matter what you try to do. They find ways into the house that I still don't believe.
The floor that once used to be part of a porch in the backyard before the top part was torn down.
The other various odds and ends that will not be missed.
Some say houses have personalities. This one would have the personality of a person who has a ton of problems, but lives in denial. Sure, I lived here for 19 years, but change is needed.
I've found myself fiddling around with some sort of story in one of my notebooks loosely based around my life from high school on. Unfortunately, I can't seem to decide how I want to tell it and how much I want to make fiction and how much I want based on reality. I started off with it in first-person, but changed my mind since I kind of wanted to tell it from multiple point of views. That seemed to work a little bit, but I still need to work on it.
Basically, it will be loosely based around what I went through from ninth grade on, only with fictious characters in a fictious town with a storyline that will be based around real events, only with a lot of fictious elements. A lot of situations will be fictious, but the story will be mostly around how I've dealt with my dad over the last five years or so. The background details will be more based in reality than the events "currently" taking place in the story.
As soon as I start to develop a good feel for what I'm writing, I may consider posting each part of the story online. I'm still undecided on that though. I do want to go through with this story though. How it unfolds, well, we'll just have to wait and find out.
The tables have been turned on a coworker of mine who works the morning shift Monday through Friday. Dominique is her name and driving people crazy seems to be her game. Lately though, she's been getting beaten at her own game first by me, then by Mike. Her whole games is to pretend she didn't hear what you said until you blow a fuse. Today, she was the one who went nuts.
It starts with me ignoring her for half the day until she finally asks me why I'm ignoring her. Knowing how she usually responds to a question, I looked at her and said "what?" with as straight a face as possible. This was the setup for what happened later.
While she was waiting for a ride to show up, she came up to Mike and me and started to ask questions. Mike burned her first by saying he usually tried to pretend that she wasn't really there. I said something that she didn't catch and she jokingly asked if I wanted a piece of her. I quickly responded with "not particularly." What made it interesting is that Mike said the same thing at the same time as me. We both got hit.
Then as she was walking away, Mike said something about her bugging employees. I murmered nothing in particular which naturally got her attention. She came up and asked me what I said. I looked at her and said "who?" She looked at me and said "you." I then looked at her with a lost expression and said "what?" She looked at me and asked me what I said. I finally got to her when I answered with "what who said?"
I'm sorry, but Dominique is annoying and thinks that she can get the best of anyone. She doesn't seem to realize that the game she plays is the same one that I'm good at playing. I told her the other day if she wants to mess around, I'm game. Mike then warned her about how I could get. She said that I would never do anything like to her, that I was on her side. I looked at her and laughed as Mike said that I never took sides.
She looked at me and asked if I was on her side. I answered with "Mike just told you what side I take." This is going to be fun.
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