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Saturday, 22 January 2005 01:07I knew I heard Rob on the phone at 6 AM...it wasn't my imagination.
Anyway, happy birthday, Mom.
Apparently, there's a major snow storm on the way. When I left my house this morning, I heard that 10 inches was the predicted snowfall. I got to work, and by the shift's end, it went up from 12 to 30. What, are the weathermen giving themselves 18 inches of fuck-up room? 18 inches of error, so that if 29 inches fall, we can't kill the forecasters?
Speaking of cold, my fingers have definitely shown a slow-down in type speed because of the 0 degrees in my basement (i.e., bedroom also) and the absolute absence of heat. Again, I'm here typing this wearing multiple layers of clothing and a blanket. The ONLY plus: Rob's gone for the night, so I've got the room to myself.
Anyway, work was dead, except after everyone left, leaving me with Wireless and Electronics, which got busy in the late hours. I also pigged out on free food courtesy of Wal-Mart. Apparently, we've gone some amount of time without an accident, and so we got Subway subs and Sam's Choice sodas. Yum. Contributing to the night's weirdness was a discussion about oral sex, and then I got home and talked to April. At one point during the chat, April had said something that threw me off balance a bit, catching me by surprise. Her mom had asked her to think about the decision for us to live in an apartment, and asked her if she was doing this out of pity for my current situation. Even though we both know that this is definitely not the case, it caught me by surprise, and made me feel a little uncomfortable for a few minutes...why would she think that? I don't know. Maybe it's a motherly thing. Whatever. Nothing major. So I blew up some zombies in RE4, then did the VGV thing.
Most of my NP friends have begun the exodus back to college, and so while they begin classes soon and get settled in...I'm here, home. I think it's starting to sink in now that I won't be going back to college for a while, and now I'm going to be part of the life that would've happened had I not chose to go to college a year and a half ago. A year and a half ago, had I not gone to college--here it is. In front of me. Insanity. I think just from the time that I've been home, I would be wanting out anyway--probably saving up my own money to get an apartment by myself.
I won't be coming back down the Mass Pike this time.
However, my path toward the future has been set. It starts now, and it'll end at April. Of course, there will be many bumps along the way. While all of you are in college, I'll be busting my ass working, making my return from the hole I dug myself in, making my future a reality. Gone will be some of the debts I owe, and in its place...an apartment with my love, a guitar in my hand, surrounded in the study of music, and a return to college life. This is what I hope to accomplish in the coming months. Getting there won't be easy. But it'll be done.
Anyway, now that I've rambled on enough, bedtime. I work 10-7 tomorrow.
Nighty night, all.
Anyway, happy birthday, Mom.
Apparently, there's a major snow storm on the way. When I left my house this morning, I heard that 10 inches was the predicted snowfall. I got to work, and by the shift's end, it went up from 12 to 30. What, are the weathermen giving themselves 18 inches of fuck-up room? 18 inches of error, so that if 29 inches fall, we can't kill the forecasters?
Speaking of cold, my fingers have definitely shown a slow-down in type speed because of the 0 degrees in my basement (i.e., bedroom also) and the absolute absence of heat. Again, I'm here typing this wearing multiple layers of clothing and a blanket. The ONLY plus: Rob's gone for the night, so I've got the room to myself.
Anyway, work was dead, except after everyone left, leaving me with Wireless and Electronics, which got busy in the late hours. I also pigged out on free food courtesy of Wal-Mart. Apparently, we've gone some amount of time without an accident, and so we got Subway subs and Sam's Choice sodas. Yum. Contributing to the night's weirdness was a discussion about oral sex, and then I got home and talked to April. At one point during the chat, April had said something that threw me off balance a bit, catching me by surprise. Her mom had asked her to think about the decision for us to live in an apartment, and asked her if she was doing this out of pity for my current situation. Even though we both know that this is definitely not the case, it caught me by surprise, and made me feel a little uncomfortable for a few minutes...why would she think that? I don't know. Maybe it's a motherly thing. Whatever. Nothing major. So I blew up some zombies in RE4, then did the VGV thing.
Most of my NP friends have begun the exodus back to college, and so while they begin classes soon and get settled in...I'm here, home. I think it's starting to sink in now that I won't be going back to college for a while, and now I'm going to be part of the life that would've happened had I not chose to go to college a year and a half ago. A year and a half ago, had I not gone to college--here it is. In front of me. Insanity. I think just from the time that I've been home, I would be wanting out anyway--probably saving up my own money to get an apartment by myself.
I won't be coming back down the Mass Pike this time.
However, my path toward the future has been set. It starts now, and it'll end at April. Of course, there will be many bumps along the way. While all of you are in college, I'll be busting my ass working, making my return from the hole I dug myself in, making my future a reality. Gone will be some of the debts I owe, and in its place...an apartment with my love, a guitar in my hand, surrounded in the study of music, and a return to college life. This is what I hope to accomplish in the coming months. Getting there won't be easy. But it'll be done.
Anyway, now that I've rambled on enough, bedtime. I work 10-7 tomorrow.
Nighty night, all.
