Thursday, June 23, 2011

Another Day

I've got to get out and about a bit, but I really don't have much of anything to do and next to no gasoline. Next weekend I have a date out at Memorial Park, which is a plus, but I just don't know how well I'm gonna handle the next few days. We've got a nice wind outside and it's looked like a storm could hit any minute now all damn day... but the weather radar proclaims Indiana clear of all rain. Not a speck of green across the state.

Activity promotes activity, inactivity promotes inactivity. I'm very tired, too, so activity is slow.

The breeze at least keeps the apartment cool. It's the dead of summer and the living room and parts of the kitchen are the only places you don't sweat all the time in this place. That's because of the AC and fan going on in this area. The bathroom's heater is stuck on... always, so it's fucking hot no matter how far down you put the room's thermostat and we have to keep the bathroom door shot, trapping in the heat.

Suffice it to say, unless I'm asleep, I tend to stay in my living room.

The walk I went on was nice and chill, literally as well as figuratively. My father's working on an overnight bag, he's going in for a sleep study. I'll be spending tonight alone as per usual, but there's nothing I can do about it. I brought my camera in case there was a storm, hoping for a good picture, but no dice! It's supposed to storm Monday through Wednesday so I'll try to take some awesome shots at some point.

I'm thinking of going back and visiting the place in the picture on my background. I imagine I can do it next weekend, maybe.

In Soviet Russia...

Last night and again tonight I've experienced trouble sleeping. Last night I stayed up until seven this morning and crashed until noon. Tonight, we're pushing 3 AM and I'm still going strong. Five hours is not good for me. I'm looking for something to do, too. I'm bored as hell and I swear if I listen to Morgan Freeman talking about the universe, time, or black holes one more time tonight, I'm going to ram my foot through the television.

Whatever, tomorrow I'm going on a walk. I might even take a couple pictures! That'd be awesome.

On a related note, got a prank letter in the mail today. The envelope outside said it was from someone in Georgia who I didn't know, but once I opened it up, there was a smaller envelope in it, covered in letters that I recognize but can't read. Russian. I opened that envelope up and it was a fucking chain letter in poor-ass English. What a fucking waste of time. I wish I had a scanner, I'd put it up online to make it the poster child for why we need more ESL teachers. Fuck.

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Dads, Dogs and Diaz

Things are rough right now. Figure maybe blogging will help me keep amused and a tiny bit focused. Unfortunately on television right now, Jon Stewart is having his stitches removed by Cameron Diaz while she talks about her role in the upcoming 'Bad Teacher.' I'm not convinced I'll see that, but either of my parents might ask me to watch it with them or several of my friends. Jesus IronicDeath Christ, the suspense to see if this actress messes up and hurts the comedian is actually enough to distract me!

Ah right, well, father's day was on Sunday. I got up early and went to the mall to get my father's gift. I know it's a 'last minute' thing, but when you're broke and tired it's tempting to put this stuff off. I got my father a T-shirt from his favorite band, Iron Maiden. If you don't know them, you should. One of my favorites, at least top 5. Saw them live in Florida this year. It was greaaaaaaaat. Well, tomorrow is half an hour away, and it looks like it's gonna be a lot like today.


What oh what, oh what shall I do? Bit of writing, bit of music, bit of anime or gaming, I don't know. It's been like this for a while, dull, monotonous. Like color washed out of a shirt.

At least my dog getting loose and ensuing chase up and down the street and into yards with 'No Trespassing' signs plastered everywhere got my heart racing a bit. I kept looking out for a shotgun sliding out of a window like in The Happening.