mrcrisp

today was interesting for a handful of reasons:

with my fitness test this thursday, i should be prepared to do at least 30 push-ups and 45 sit-ups in 2 minutes or under and run 1.5 miles in under 14 minutes. i'm sure i'm ready for this, but i'll have to spend the rest of the week practicting. today, though, i was supposed to check in with my PO about the time and place for this test. i wasn't able to reach him, which means he wasn't able to notify his superior that i called, which means i'll owe him at least 100 push-ups non-stop the next time i see him. i'm in shape, but that's crazy.

got my hands on some new booty (and not the human kind):

• x-files, seasons 1 through 3
• twin peaks, the complete series
• boondock saints
• a handful of samples from tom wait's new album
• armitage 3
• beck's new album
• philip glass' candyman score

i was going to buy final fantasy 12 tomorrow, but it looks like my father's taking the video game allowance and spent it on a pre-order for call of duty 3. that's cool, but the xbobx 360 doesn't work anymore. i have to send it in to get fixed. i'll find a way to either get the money back for final fantasy 12, or convince him to put money down on a copy of gears of war to make it up.

i was again reminded that i'm unable to finish anything i start today when:

• i didn't start carving the pumpkin until an hour ago, and it's still not done
• i stopped working on two seperate stories (more on that later)
• i blew off new acquantances today, including stephanie, or as i like to call her " that hot asian chick whose underwear i can totally see through that hole in the back of her jeans"
• stopped doing laundry after the shirts
• left the vodka untouched
• shrugged off taking the truck in after checking the oil and noticing it needed changing

my grandfather left today. the smell of him, an odd mixture of old spice and polo cologne, wafted under my door at around 5 am. john, who spent most of the night sleeping on my legs, sprang into action. i pulled him back, calmed him down, and went back to sleep. i didn't say goodbye to my grandfather, but i got at least another hour of sleep before john woke up again.

i realized again today that i lack the creative abilities that i so constantly tell myself i possess. i can't write, i can't draw. whatever. i'll continue to write ideas down when i get them, but i'm not going to let it run my shit anymore.

the moment i decide that i'm not doing anything for halloween, i realize what i should have been. shaggy. zoinks.

between the ocassional idea and a sharp pain in my left temple, there really wasn't anything going on in my head today. no, wait, i had the theme music from candyman stuck in my head, too.

i have been thinking about some things and some people lately, though.

at least i'm getting married. that's one part of my life that's set.