MY LIFE - JULY

Wednesday, July 3, 2002

After a very long night that culminated with me finally falling asleep around 3, 3:30am, I woke up at 8am on the dime and realized that I still had to get ready for work and leave in 20 minutes. Needless to say, I didn't quite make it out in 20 minutes. In fact, I left at 8:35, which meant I was probably going to be five to ten minutes late, which I was (five minutes).

From there, it was a struggle today. I was tired, not really talkative, and had a million things to do after work that I knew weren't going to get done. For instance, I had laundry to do. Then, I was going to go to the store and get some food. Then, I was going to get the dogs, have them back by 11:30 and be able to enjoy the rest of the night that was left.

That never materialized. First off, I started writing the Come Again column that just got completely out of hand. I know there's going to be some possible backlash, but I needed to get that out. I'm thinking you'll either love it or hate it.

So anyway, I finally get around to what I was going to do at about 7:30. I ran to the bank, checked my account, got some gas (and a couple of looks from some girls, but nothing more), then headed back to the room to get my laundry together. I arrived at the laundromat probably around 10, 10:30. So already, I've scrapped the plan involving the grocery store.

Well, one of the washers I was using didn't rinse out the clothes very well and I had to rewash them, costing me two dollars and a half hour of time. I finally finished my laundry around 12:30, 1am which is absurd considering it normally takes me about an hour, hour and a half to do laundry.

Then I finally got to the dogs, got them here, and this is where I stand right now. It's 3 in the morning and I'm already well past the point of exhaustion.

But I carry on mostly because tonight, I have some things to write about.

For one thing, there were two really attractive girls that showed up while I was doing laundry. Both of them kept looking at me. One was wearing jeans and a really small blue shirt. She had a very good body and her face was pretty as well. The other girl was wearing a skirt and she was pretty cute too. Of course, she was the one who started talking to me.

Now, normally people who are strangers don't just start small talk if they aren't interested in who they're talking to, so the three of us were just talking about a couple of things, like the enormous bug population on the window outside. I briefly explained my situation and the small talk continued on.

Now if I had really wanted to, I probably could've gotten a little further than small talk. However, it was warm, they were about to leave, and I was ready to take a bat to the one washer, so we said our goodbyes and they went on their way, the girl in the blue shirt looking at me the whole time.

Now, these girls were very attractive. They seemed nice enough, but there's not a lot of desire to just start flirting with every girl I come across. Part of this is I want to see how things go between Rena and me first. The other part is me not wanting to look like an ass in front of them by doing something they weren't really asking me to do.

So they left, I finished up, and the ride home was uneventful.

Well outside of people continually trying (weakly, I might add) to sing while driving and the occasional car with guys just yelling out as loud as they can. This phenomenom, I haven't quite figured it out yet. Not that I was really trying to anyway.

Before I left and while I was waiting for my clothes to dry, I sat on the trunk of my car and just wrote down some of the thoughts that were running through my mind into a notebook I keep in my car for just that kind of occasion. I think I'm going to do this more as a way to keep my thoughts together and have more for these entries instead of just vague thoughts.

That said, a couple people gave me some weird looks while I was writing, all I heard from one car going by was a girl yelling out something loudly, I saw this Camaro with three girls go by three times, and about six or seven guys walking down the street at any given time. I guess people have never seen a guy write before in public because I got some weird looks from people.

It was like a solar eclipse was going on. People just couldn't stop looking.

Anyway, I got home, signed on, and was immediately immed by someone I had never heard of, but they had obviously gotten a hold of my screen name and sent me this pic of them that I could've gone without seeing. Simply put, it looked like a guy in his mid-forties and it really helped settle any thoughts of eating before bed.

I immediately closed the window and didn't hear back from the guy. I don't know what he wanted and frankly, I don't want to know or even care to know. It was just disturbing.

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I want to know what's going on with my sister and her boyfriend, Dan, but I don't just want to go up to her and ask, "hey, what's going on between you two?" I haven't seen him since probably early on Monday and I know that he's been back since the puppy's not here right now. Where he's at, I don't know. Why he did this, I don't know. All I know is that I'm pretty pissed off at him.

Why? Because I don't think he was fair to my sister, to my mom, or to me in what he did. Not only did he let a friend of his mess around with my mom's computer (a HUGE no-no), but he disappeared and never called my sister back when she called him. He's full of shit if he tries to tell me that he didn't know she was at school when he finally did call tuesday at noon. He knew, but he must think we're stupid or something.

Well, if he does come back. He's not going to be using anything that's mine. I've considered deleting his game files from my memory cards, but I'm going to wait before I do that. I do know he will not be playing my PS2 if he comes around. In fact, when I'm not around and I know no one's going to use it, I'm going to take the power cord with me when I leave just so that if he does come back, he can't play it. Same goes for every other game system. He's lost that privilege and I have no problem taking it away.

On the puppy front, yeah, I liked her, but the truth is, we really don't need any more pets. If he comes back to the house when it's finished, then fine. If not, he has to keep the puppy. As cute as she is, that's how it has to be.

All I can say is I hope he doesn't come around soon because I will say something to him and I really don't care if I piss him off. He's not going to behave like this and get away with it.

You don't do that shit to my sister or my mom.

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On a minor note, I still cannot get that damn Shakira song out of my head. I don't understand this a bit. I don't even like the song, yet it won't go away. This is similar to torture because it just keeps going and going. Thankfully, I now have another song stuck in my head, a rap song by The Roots. That's made things a little more bearable....Now the Indians are scoring runs, but they can't pitch. Will this team please make up its mind already? I love these players, but damn. I think that if the Indians trade Matt Lawton, it'll be for the best. He's gone from being an upbeat guy ready to help the team win to being the latest whiner on the ball club. Hey, Matt. If you had played like you're capable of playing, as with everyone else that's underachieving, none of this would be happening. Instead, this team, outside of the pitching and a couple of hitters, has played like shit. There should be no doubt why the team would try to dump some of the players. If you can't produce, find somewhere else to loaf.

Some final thoughts on the Come Again column that I wrote concerning July 4th and 9/11, I'm sorry if I write something that you don't agree with, but what I wrote is how I've felt about all this. I haven't said much on the whole terrorist issue because I just didn't feel contributing to the piles of garbage that have been written on it already. For the firs time since I've been writing again though, I revealed a little bit about how I felt about the attacks, why they happened, and just what has gone wrong.

I also tried to make it clear that I am proud to be American and will always be proud of it, no matter what a certain idiot in the White House does.

Yeah, I've had a lot on my mind lately. I'll try and sort it out more and break it all down for everyone. For now, I'm pretty scatterbrained. I hate that too. I can't even figure myself out when I'm like this.

Everyone have a safe holiday and enjoy the fireworks.