Randomness
I. I need help. Not in a mental-health type way (although to be completely honest with myself probably that way, too but that's not what I'm talking about now) I need help in a computer type way. I am afraid that my very lovely, little used cd drive may be bad. Why do I think this? Well, it's been having serious difficulty reading anything I put in it, even factory and not home made discs. It's concerning since, like I said, it's seen very little use.II. I need motivation and direction help. I am leaving for NYC tomorrow morning and yes, I am sort of excited about it, for the most part the only thing I can think about it is everything that I need to do here. All the work at work (which is killing me slowly but ever so surely); all the work left in my room finishing the remodel because, let's be honest here, that's what you call replacing the floor, changing the closet, painting and putting up new trim; all the work left to do in my house to get Christmas and winter out and let spring and normal reality in. Not to mention the normal day to day clean the bathroom, do the laundry, pay the bills, buy groceries thing.
I either need a wife or need to become one, because being both sucks. Not to mention it gets old screwing yourself...
III. I miss the gym. I miss getting sweaty. I miss feeling sore the next day and I miss feeling strong. I need more tIme in the day or some sort of magic something I can do to never need to sleep.
IV. Did I tell you that I have started a "music exchange program" with a friend of mine at work? Every weekend he and I trade a cd, then we listen to it at least once while doing nothing else but focus on the music. We started this because well work sucks and you need something, anything else to talk about. I listen to pretty much everything but rap and country (but I do own one or two blue grass cd's and some might say to say they're not country is just splitting hairs...) and he listens to rap. Period.
So far we've done this for 4 weeks and it's been interesting. So far I've been exposed to Snoop, DMX, and Roots. Right now I'm listening to Jay Z. To be completely honest I can't really tell much of a difference and I really can't understand hardly anything they say. At all. I'm proud of myself though because I feel like I'm learning. My goal is to recognize more music when I go out to the clubs and such. Oh, and to go out to more clubs and such. It's just not the safest plan to go out alone and as I've said, my friends my age are all winding up married. The younger ones still like to hang out in college bars and while young guys are a lot of fun and great for the ego boost, they make me feel old. I think I need to hang more with the women from work who are older and getting divorced. Then I'll get to be the young one again.
V. I am totally avoiding everything I need to do to get ready to leave tomorrow. I am apparently doing this on purpose since I realize the avoidance and yet am not making any attempts to remedy the situation. I'm not quite sure why. Humph, interesting.
VI. The things I need to do include but are not limited to the following:
- Pack (to ride up, go out, sleep, referee, go out, sleep, referee some more, go out, sleep, ride home; plus the showering that will happen when the schedule permits). I'm not sure if we're going to see a play or not, I hope so but anything beyond working is up in the air. That's just how it works when you work for certain people. You get used to it.
- Paint the doors in my room. This will take at least 2 hours. It's now 815. I don't think I'll be getting much sleep tonight. Oh well, c'est la vie n'est pas?
- Clean the bathrooms (or at least the toilets). I'm afraid what I would come home to if I didn't. They're fine now, but I've got the feeling they want to get gross. I can handle every single dish I own being dirty at the same time. I can not handle a dirty potty. Call me crazy.
- Do at least 1 full load of laundry. This will just make life easier when I get home. I like when my life is made easier in any, even miniscule, way possible.
- Generally straighten through the house - as in, figure out what had been living in my car and got moved into my kitchen, then put it in the appropriate home. Take the 10 pair of shoes that had been in the car off the stairs and put them in the closet of shoes where they belong. You know what I don't understand - all, well most of my things all have a home. They know where they belong. Why do they not just magically go there? Why do they need me to keep reminding them?
Ok, I'm sure I have more things to do and I know there is more randomness I want to write just for the heck of it, but I am now frozen. Not freezing but actually frozen. My basement is arctic.
Plus the music is done and I need a sound track for my life.
posted by Ali @ 7:52 PM
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