I know it's been a while, but I'm finally updating my journal thingy. For what it's worth.
In this entry, I would like to relate to you all the misfortunes that befell me last Monday. Let us begin at the beginning. Upon awakening from yet another night of inadequate sleep, I peered over at my clock, and suddenly realized that the alarm had failed to rouse me at the desired time. I then calmly but quickly proceeded to ready myself for the day, doing my best to hurry, because if not I would be late for today's meeting. Upon achieving a passing degree of readiness, I proceeded out my front door, going down the drive in order to pick up the daily paper before leaving for the day. As I was going down the sidewalk in front of my house, a Clackamas County Sherriff van stopped me, and the nice police officers proceeded to frisk me, ask me repeatedly if I was carrying any firearms, knives, something something or MACHETES. I was actually kind of struck by the fact that they would specifically say machetes, since in my mind that is nothing more than a really big ass knife, but oh well I digress. Anyways, turns out I loosely matched the description of some dude that had assaulted a lady a couple miles down the street not more than 15 minutes earlier. The description in question being that it was a caucasian male wearing a dark jacket. Which could be almost any white guy I know. Anyways they cut me loose, as apparently the guy was a lot older than me (they said I looked older with my sunglasses on, so that's why they stopped and such). I didn't mind that so much, really. Sure they were a bit rough, but they have to be for their own safety, and they were very polite the entire time. The only real negative aspect, aside from my entire neighborhood seeing me being frisked by the police like some kind of drug dealer, was that it made me very late for the meeting. Which was fine, cause hardly anyone even noticed me walk in late.
The rest of the day proceeded to go from lame to entirely awful, especially after I found out, via an overheard conversation (cubicle walls aren't exactly soundproof), that the girl I had been interested in, who I had been going out with off and on, had in fact been leading me on the entire time, and she has a boyfriend. And that made me feel just super. Oh yeah, and the best part is how I turned down another girl, who I've liked more and longer, because I thought I was going out with the one girl (those who know me in RL, try and guess who they are, I dare you. Get it right and you win a prize). Then I had a nice chat with Scallop via AIM, which actually made me feel a little bit better. Then I finished up what I was working on, came home, and proceeded to have probably one of the worst nights in recent memory (short term memory, of course). Not only did I completely suck on Gunbound, I managed to piss off four different friends while I was playing, since they couldn't understand why I wasn't responding to them on AIM right away. And then I managed to burn dinner, because I got caught up with people not wanting to leave me the hell alone and calling me even when I say I'm busy. And then I had even more horrible times on AIM. And then Photoshop decided to crash right in the middle of my project. The funny part? Trying to save is what caused it to crash. So now I have to start over. Isn't that awesome?!
Then I cracked open a bottle of wine, downed that fucker like there was no tomorrow, and chased it down with a half rack of Smirnoff Ice. Yes, drinking is the answer. To everything. Now I'm going to go soak in the tub for a long time. Then I think I'll go to bed. And if I'm lucky, or if God loves me, I won't wake up in the morning. Let it be.
In this entry, I would like to relate to you all the misfortunes that befell me last Monday. Let us begin at the beginning. Upon awakening from yet another night of inadequate sleep, I peered over at my clock, and suddenly realized that the alarm had failed to rouse me at the desired time. I then calmly but quickly proceeded to ready myself for the day, doing my best to hurry, because if not I would be late for today's meeting. Upon achieving a passing degree of readiness, I proceeded out my front door, going down the drive in order to pick up the daily paper before leaving for the day. As I was going down the sidewalk in front of my house, a Clackamas County Sherriff van stopped me, and the nice police officers proceeded to frisk me, ask me repeatedly if I was carrying any firearms, knives, something something or MACHETES. I was actually kind of struck by the fact that they would specifically say machetes, since in my mind that is nothing more than a really big ass knife, but oh well I digress. Anyways, turns out I loosely matched the description of some dude that had assaulted a lady a couple miles down the street not more than 15 minutes earlier. The description in question being that it was a caucasian male wearing a dark jacket. Which could be almost any white guy I know. Anyways they cut me loose, as apparently the guy was a lot older than me (they said I looked older with my sunglasses on, so that's why they stopped and such). I didn't mind that so much, really. Sure they were a bit rough, but they have to be for their own safety, and they were very polite the entire time. The only real negative aspect, aside from my entire neighborhood seeing me being frisked by the police like some kind of drug dealer, was that it made me very late for the meeting. Which was fine, cause hardly anyone even noticed me walk in late.
The rest of the day proceeded to go from lame to entirely awful, especially after I found out, via an overheard conversation (cubicle walls aren't exactly soundproof), that the girl I had been interested in, who I had been going out with off and on, had in fact been leading me on the entire time, and she has a boyfriend. And that made me feel just super. Oh yeah, and the best part is how I turned down another girl, who I've liked more and longer, because I thought I was going out with the one girl (those who know me in RL, try and guess who they are, I dare you. Get it right and you win a prize). Then I had a nice chat with Scallop via AIM, which actually made me feel a little bit better. Then I finished up what I was working on, came home, and proceeded to have probably one of the worst nights in recent memory (short term memory, of course). Not only did I completely suck on Gunbound, I managed to piss off four different friends while I was playing, since they couldn't understand why I wasn't responding to them on AIM right away. And then I managed to burn dinner, because I got caught up with people not wanting to leave me the hell alone and calling me even when I say I'm busy. And then I had even more horrible times on AIM. And then Photoshop decided to crash right in the middle of my project. The funny part? Trying to save is what caused it to crash. So now I have to start over. Isn't that awesome?!
Then I cracked open a bottle of wine, downed that fucker like there was no tomorrow, and chased it down with a half rack of Smirnoff Ice. Yes, drinking is the answer. To everything. Now I'm going to go soak in the tub for a long time. Then I think I'll go to bed. And if I'm lucky, or if God loves me, I won't wake up in the morning. Let it be.