when i'm with you i feel like i could die and that would be alright
If I were religious, I would say that the U.S. is being punished for it's sins. If I were superstitious or believed in profecy, I would say that the end is near. But really, all I am going to say is that
Mother Nature is a cruel master. Unbelievable, that is.
Otherwise, I found a bunch of blog entries that I had started while I was at work. I sometimes feel like blogging in the middle of my work day, but as we are very strictly limited on our internet access, I usually just write it in an email and send it to myself for posting later. Enjoy!
Welcome to the way back, flash back!
6/17/05 0938 hrsI just found myself head-banging to the light rock station. (Though it was
from Dirty Dancing...the time of my life song. Does that make it better or
worse?) God help me...
7/7/05 1110 hrsNicest feeling? putting on clean PJs after a shower and climbing into a
bed made with sheets fresh from the dryer.
Worst feeling? being tickled or struggling to stay awake when you are
really tired
Favorite nut? *looks around suspicious* :whisper: hazelnut *runs and
hides*
Favorite office supply/tool: paper cutter
Most annoying? guys who never get the hint, clingy men
7/19/05So it is frigid in this office today. The air conditioning is too high.
If I weren't so tired, I would be hella-pissed. I'm tired of freezing my
butt off at work. And the stupid thing is, they shouldn't really have it
on all that high anyway considering it's only in the 70s outside right now
with a cool breeze. Gah!
I look like a homeless person right now. I am sitting in my chair with my
hunter-orange sweatshirt over my lap as a blanket. On top, I'm wearing a
t-shirt. Over thatI'm wearing that new jacket I bought at Target and over
that I have my dirty, dusty pink sweater. I have that blue-green scarf
thing my mom made me for Christmas wrapped as many times around my neck as
it will go and then (because my head is cold) I have a white t-shirt just
laying on top it. I'm sure I look absolutely ridiculous--but I don't
care--because I'm finally not shivering. If they want me to NOT look like
a homeless person, they should turn down the air.
7/22/05 0833 hrsMan, I was just thinking about work. Deep down, I still feel like a kid
who is just doing what she is told. It is weird. Like this really isn't
my life. This really isn't my job. What is even stranger is that other's
don't detect that I really am just a kid playing at being an adult. A
26-year old kid. This isn't my life, is it? When did this all happen?
And why the hell am I so damned tired?
8/16/05 0803 hrs*sigh* Back to the other grind stone. I hate RL sometimes. I was just
getting into the swing of 12 hour days, too.. *pouts and then smiles*
Been thinking about stuff. Lots of stuff. Mainly about how it all doesn't
mean anything. I don't mean anything. Everything is random. But in some
ways that is very freeing to think like that. If everything means nothing,
then why not have a shitload of fun, you know? Live it while you can!
*bright smile* Ok, back to the grindstone.
8/18/05Well, today is a good day. I'm writing this at 7:42am from my toasty warm
cubicle (thanks to the little space heater my boss is lending me for the
summer while the other manager keeps the office temp at the same temp as a
meat locker). Of course, any day that doesn't start out with a bee sting
is a good day. [too lazy to include story at the moment]
So there's one good thing about being stung by a bee--it gives you
perspective. =]
8:42am - The world is so quiet and slow this morning. It's as if the sun
has called in sick. But these are the days I like best. Warm and
drizzling. Humid, but not stifling. I am getting excited for fall. I
swear I can smell it on the breeze somedays. And the sun is getting that
autumnal slant and golden tint. It's becoming cooler at night and the sun
is setting sooner and rising later. Ah....pretty soon fall will have
passed us by and my favorite season will be upon us: winter.
8/30/05 1309 hrsLife was looking up this morning when a pack of hot young bucks came
running around the corner of the Como Park bridge. They all were young,
well-formed and shirtless. I thought I might die and go to heaven at that
point. Then I got to work and realized that some men turn into absolute
ogres--both physically and mentally. Sick. Maybe working here is
like birth and sex control all in one. Yick.
From Today: In California, there is a town called Oroville, with a Oro Dam Blvd. How ironic....