oh glorious events

My oh my, it has been a while. Well, I am back, all thanks to a ms. bethany elaine ventura. Work, it has been ever so draining, and time has simply flown. Last night I watched two seasons of Family Guy...it quenched my thirst for great entertainment. I have not had much interesting developments in my life in general. Subway sold to some new owners, they are of pakistanian discent. I am not too bothered,(this comment has been removed from the author!!) Riiiiight. Moving on. I was soaking the other day, yesterday in fact. I was finding it really hard not to say anything to God, and just let him speak. Usually it is not so bad, but yesterday I was just sooo frustrated. I had so much going through my mind.

Here is a little example of how I felt (there is no way a story can show exactly how i have been feeling, but it is along those lines):

Suzy and Jared are married. Suzy gives EVERYTHING she has to Jared. She is totally obsessed with getting to know him, and aspires to be as much like him as she can (wow, what a twisted and crazilly unrealistic story!). She tells him to make her into whatever he desires, and take her wherever he wants her to go. But Jared does not respond at all in the way Suzy thought. Jared is so in love with Suzy that he wants her to make decisions on her own about where she goes, and how she is. Suzy feels somewhat rejected, and a little useless to Jared. Jared just says that he loves her, and would continue to love her just as much no matter what happens. Suzy goes to Jared again begging for him to tell her how she can be better, or where she could go that would make him happy. He continues to say he loves her...nothing else. Suzy then quiets herself down to hear what Jared has to say to her, but she has those same questions in her mind as he answers and she is unable to hear what he is saying.


So there you have it. I don't know If that story made sense at all. I don't even really care. Everything will work itself out in time. Stupid time, I hate it. There is not enough of it. God must love the no time thing. He can spend as much time as he wants with people, and he never has to start work cuz it never is 'time to go'...wow...i just lost myself. I need coffee.

I went to cell last week. It was wonderful. We had to make a one, three and five year plan. At first it was really hard for me to do. I am very goal orientated, and I did not want to write anything down that I would fail at...but God told me to trust him. So I wrote stuff. I realized that I have a lot of really exciting dreams. I think I know myself a little better now too. My weirdest goal was to one day do a dvd commentry. I know it's crazy, but it would be soooo fun. Also, I want to host a TV show that has NO famous people on it. I hate that people idolize celebs...I want to have joe-schmoz on...and ask them how life is. It would be so great. I would call it the...nonceleb show? Sigh...that name sucks...but I have a while to work on it.

I also have personal goals, like I want to obvisouly lose weight...which WILL happen my friends. Get my own car...get way closer to God. Oh yeah, I really want to be known as a God chaser. I would love it if people did not know my name or anything...and when they discribed me to people they would be like 'oh yeah, you know that girl, the one who is crazy about God' yeah, that would be amazing.

It would be cool to be understood too. I mean, a lot of people kinda get me...but they dont know where I am coming from. Wow...on a scale of one to ten, that made ZERO sense. Deal with it, it made sense to me. Sorta.

What else to say...right. I am going on a road trip with my bestestes...probably to new brunswick cuz miami is too expensive, but we may end up going to winnepeg too. Oh the questions. We will see. We will probably go before Fresh Wind. Then I have to work at the conference. It should be a hoot, but it probably won't be (goal:dont be a pessemist) (is that a word) (i guess so, if not, people will see what i mean)

Okay, I'm outy

wisdom in abundance

Wow, that last entry must seem like I was having some sort of pathetic pity party. Don't worry friends, as insecure as I am...I am very secure? Oh, right. I find my acceptance in the creator of the universe...but the words of encouragement are loved even so.

Blossom is begging for food. And my mother is watching a movie called 'the pavilion of women'...it could be a little unacceptable, we are just not sure. It is of oriental decent.

I just got home from work. Spencer (my car) died cuz I left the lights on. Why did I leave them on, well...because it seemed like a bright idea at the time. I had to deliver some subs to the mental health centre down the street. It was sooooo cool. I had to go past the HUGE jail, and too the...other building. Yeah, I was not allowed to give them any plastic untensils or anything...and there were bars everywhere. But there was no alocohol:(

I had the most eventful day the day before the last day. Here were the events:

drive
church
music Store
russian book store
gas
evangelical temple of sorts
ikea
mini golf in the dark
church
cell
best friends house
dog walking
movie watching
sleep for three hours
drive

Yeah, it was a hoot of hoots. The man they call Dan was there for some, others for the rest. There was laughter and tears...but no tears.

The movie my mother is watching sounds hillarious in a completely UN entertaining way. As if that makes sense.

Who says AS IF anymore...that is SOOOOOO last year.

Well, enough about me...how are you?

Silent today, aren't we.

Right, here is another thought provoking question:

If Jimmy has three cookies, and Sandy skins her knee...who gets the free trip to the zoo?

Many talks later friends, aloha!

as long as you love me

Well, there is only one conclusion. The end.

About my last blog, I just have something to add to it. Passion. Is it possible that love and passion are the same thing? What is different about them? What do you think?

All my thought on love and subway has brought me to ponder. I have come to believe that 'looks' are really not important in the grand scheme of things. I mean, it is mostly older couples that come into work. I sometimes think (I know it is pathetic and rude and judgemental) 'oh my gosh, there is NO way that relationship is based on lust...WHATSOEVER!' Actually, seeing as this is Penetanguishene, and it is has the highest population of teen pregnancies per capita...it would not shock me. But still, when you really think about it (and thinink about it I have) looks are really only important for like the first two years...then it fades...then you both look like a prune, then...all that stands is love. Love in its purest. I have (in the past) gotten unreasonably frightened. I mean, some women are hot in the fourties, but men...I just don't see how I will ever be attracted to an old guy. I may end up being a fifty year old petafile. NO. I break that off. I guess it is just something that comes with age. lol. I am an idiot, no I am not.

I dream a lot. Yes, it is true. It drives me nuts, cuz I know they mean something...but I SOOO do NOT have the energy to disect them. I don't think that anyone dreams like I do. I mean, they are WACKO dreams. Just thought I should share that with you. Moving right along.

Someone recently told me that everyone at one point in their lives will cry out to God (or for little islands in figi that have never heard of God, to a 'higher being') (wait...islands don't talk). I would not be suprised if they do (not the talking islands you idiot. the comment made previous!), like when people get into car accidents and they say 'JESUS'...even in vain. Or like, if they see something in the news that sucks, they might say 'Oh God' or 'Jesus Christ'. I wonder if that counts as a prayer. I wonder if people who say that just before they die go to heaven. I don't know, for I am not the Lord and Saviour of the Universe. Oh well, I don't have to know.

I think one of the most important part of a friendship is that you are challanged. Not mentally or physically...but spiritually and...well...emotionally, and intellectually, and possibly even socially. Right. So, I have always been pretty selective with my friends. Your friends have a huge part to play in who you are as a person, and people will evaluate you depending on who you hang out with. It is a tough world...whatever. But I got really upset the other day, cuz I realized how much all of my friends challange me...but all I do really is make them laugh, and listen to their stuff, and then blab about all my crap. I don't think if I were my own friend I would find myself challangling. Maybe I would, I don't know. I guess I am just going to have to write some trivia cards and keep them on hand at all times. That should keep my friends on their toes.

Okay. I have to go now. Returning a bass to some store, chillaxin' with peeps yo. bye

so this is love?

I have been thinking.

My thoughts (some of them) are as follows.

Love...what is it? My mother was recently giving some advice to one of my friends in a serious relationship. She said that love is not a feeling. That was easy to take at first. Yeah, love is not a feeling. If it were just an emotion, like happy, sad, angry, or bored...that would mean that it changes with the wind. We all know (at least I hope we do) that love is not something that comes and goes. But then, why do so many marriages break up because they fell out of 'love'? Emotions are so simple, and SOOOO complicated at the same time. One look or one word from anyone can change our mood instantly. I refuse to believe that love is like that.

So if love is not a feeling, then it must be a thing. I once heard that love is a choice. For some reason that does not sit with me right either. That kind of brings it back to the feeling category. We can choose to be bored, or angry...even happy or sad. We can make choices that change the way we feel. So...we choose our emotions? Hmmmm. To a degree I suppose.

This did not satisfy my intrigue. My favourite quote is as follows:

"Love is not love which alters when alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove. Oh no! It is an ever fixed mark which looks on tempests and is never shaken."

In common english it says that love does not change when you want it to. It can never be taken away. Love sticks through the strongest storms, and does not even begin to think about moving.

So, if Willy is right, then love must be more than a choice. It must be more than...I don't even know. All I do know is that God is Love. Until someone REALLY knows God, they do not REALLY know love. So then, do non-christians love? Sigh...it is so complicated in my brain.

The good news is that I do not have to define it. I just have to feel it, to live it. A good friend reminded me of the verse 'no greater love is there than this, that a man lay his life down for a friend'. I 'feel' like I want to do this. I may 'choose' to put it to action. But does it mean anything if there is nothing behind it? I think that being self sacraficial has to come naturally. It has to be a part of us. It is like an attitude, or a lifestyle, or something more than nothing.

I am losing myself in deep thought that I just can't put into words. Please let me know what you think of the overflow of brainage.

Oh yeah, I am still a little sick, but feeling better. I am really missing friends...but that is nothing new. I am beginning to see that God is not silent. Don't unplug your ears to hear the answers to your simple questions.

Thats all for me. bye

monopoly's clue

Salutations to you. I just wanted to let you know that my plans for yesterday have been postponed indefinatly. The truth is that I am sick. No, I am not disgusting...

It all started last night. My cousin Jessica came to my room at six o'clock and asked why I was sleeping. I got up to play with her (she is only 8). I tried to play, I tried sooooo hard...but there was an ache in my head. 'Damn' I thought to myself. I am never sick. Why this day Lord? WHY?
I had to wake up at six to open the store of subary. All day there was a thump. ALL DAY. I came home at four and went to bed. Now I am awake, and it is no better than before.
My friends at work said that I was a tad delirious (which is also a band, so I took it as a compliment).

In other more shocking news,

Today, my password was changed. I have narrowed it down to two suspects. These are the only two people in ALL of the UNIVERSE that know the answer to my secret question. I will not release any 'real' names due to privacy act that I have based my life upon. Lets just call them ANNIE MATHESON and DANIEL SLADE. Perhaps they were in on it together. Let us do some character profiling.

Daniel Slade

large family
oldest child
lived in Ukraine for lots of life
booted from USA
speaks Russian
hates mayo
emotionally cold towards puppies
a responsible, mature missionaries boy (if you believe that, you are deceived)

Annie Matheson

smaller family
oldest child
moved back and forth from BC (my initials)
owns vehicle
abandoned apartment
keeps secrets about marriages
enjoys camping with the opposite sex
kind persona

As you can see, I am in a pickle. I tend to lean towards the Daniel. Let's face it, he has criminal written all over him. (Not litterally you moron!) (Sorry, you are not a moron) (oh, unless this is Daniel).

Right, let me know what you all think about the situation. In any case, I have given both parties the gift they do not deserve. Forgiveness. Yes, I extend it to them, only to free myself.

Whatever.

I am sick, and tired, and leaving.
I love those of you who I love!!

shocking news

Hmm...how to start this? Okay, so here is the news. The word 'a' is useless. Yes, COMPLETELY useless. I have discovered this a LONG time ago, a year ago to be specifac...and if you want an exact date then you are a retard. Here is how I know it is pathetic. The word 'a' can be eliminated, and the word 'one' can ALWAYS be used in its stead.

Example:

A hundred - one hundred
a group of people - one group of people
a lovely afternoon - one lovely afternoon

You see, it may sound weird to you, but that is just cuz you are not used to it. Alos, cuz is NOT a word, it simply portrays the complete laziness of this generation. I mean, how much longer does it really take to say or type the word because. Not long. That is the answer incase you were looking for it. It has been found. By me. I am smart. Should be a teacher I guess. Except the past couple sentences have not been complete ones.

Speaking of ones, you cannot take away the word one and replace it with 'a'. I have tried it in my mind, and it just does not work out. Thank-you come again.

So. (also not a complete sentance) I just saw the movie Hitch with some dear dear friends of my own. It had some moments that were funny, but it had some equally unfunny moments. It gets a six out of ten. I mean, I would see it again if there were people who REALLY wanted to see it, but I probably would not pay for it.

My mother is SOOOO bored right now, she is trying to prove my theory wrong with the whole word theory.

Shit (crap for those under the age of 13). She has done it. "I have to think of A series of thoughts". I think she may be right...this time. Probably most times...whatever.

Hmmm...my scheduale for today is: clean room, do laundry, chat on phone, soak, sleep. Just incase you wanted to know.

Oh yeah, Subway is no longer the bain of my existance. Nay, for it has become my existance. I live for it. And if for I. What? Anyway, it is true, I sometimes look forward to going to work. I have become comfortable in it. Perhaps it is time to move forward with my life. Sigh...the things to think about.

Oh yeah, again. I found out that people DO read this thing. So don't feel alone. Yeah, for some STRANGE reason, people do not like to make comments...perhaps I leave them speachless. I am just too far beyond the comprehension of the minds of the....I am going to stop there...before I dig myself into a hole I can't get out of.

I love you...I am sure I do.

bye

a plethera of bliss

A tip for all men who are preparing a meal for their lovey on the most significant of sappy days. The espaniolian culture refers to it is as el valintino fiesta...mostly celebrated by single seniors. What? Right, okie dokie, the tip:

make a meal that requires ketchup (kraft dinner, hot dogs, grilled cheese, meat loaf)
share a plate of HEART shaped catsup (we are multi-diversitized)

please note: the use of candles is SOOOO last year. we suggest a dozen fake flowers with the 'eternal dew' (of glue).

Here are some ideas of how to behave on this special night.

1. Cry profusely at any given moment, most moments in fact.

2. Stare until the awkward moment passes. (it WILL pass, just give it time. Don't break eye contact at all costs. Beleive us, it will be well worth your while.)

3. Inturrupt with uncontrolable sighs every time she tries to speak...showing that she takes your breath away with every glance. This can be applied to number 1 and 2.

4. bring food to mouth ever so slowly. Thus prolonging the evening, and your love.

5. Every fifteen minutes (keep exact intervals, a stop watch may be necessary), thrust your hand accross the table and swip her face...tell her she is lovely like a dove. The forehead is a the recommended target. BUT! If you are to miss, just change the phrase 'you are lovely like a dove' to 'you are the air I breath' followed by a DEEP inhaling of oxygen. A symbolic visual will enhance your statement, in fact, the more visuals, the more enhancement.

6. Spontanious singing between appetizer, dinner and dessert. Beat boxing is also acceptable. If you are stuck for ideas, looking at the french writing on labels of food and putting them to the music of your heart will melt her soul. Shakespearian language (or that King James) is also recommended if you fear mispronounciation.

7. Instead of a violinist, purchase a karaoke machine and kindly, gently, request that she partake in a song. This will show that you are not only inclusive, but you are entertainable.

8. Preach a sermon, with an appropriate altar call. She will be hooked to your 'passion for Jesus', if she is not saved, this may be useful as well. Keep in mind, the sermon should not override the fifteen minute intervals. Girls like consistency, and throwing off your schedual would destroy any chance of a second gathering.

9. Hopefully you have hired a waiter so as to not break eye contact. Now, you should prearrange that this waiter take an unpleasant spill, resulting in you reviving him. If you have not made these prearrangements, stick your foot out at the most of opportune moments. She must witness your heroic abilities. (warning: if waiter gets up and accuses you of any wrong doing, simply suggest that her stunning beauty has caused him to stumble. Literally)

congratulations, if the previous has been successfully acomplished, she is now primed and ready for THE BIG ONE. (or the big ten, depending how you look at it.)

10. Get down on one knee, and talk for up to fifteen minutes (your stop watch will be handy yet again), about her importance to you emotionally, spiritually, and most importantly...economically. When her tear stained face is prepared to utter a response, hold your index finger up to her lips, and quiet her down to soak in the moment. Feel free to leave your finger there for as long as you see fit. Make the appropriate 'shhhhh'. When the silence gives way, simply say 'don't take this too seriously, it is likley the wine talking. I wuv you...' at this moment we suggest a collapse into her bossom.


Thanks this has been another blog from the Bananas in Pajamas.

bananas in pajamas

B1...no...not a vitamin, but yet a person. B2, the second (quite obviously noted by the numeric value placed to its side) (why do we pronounce it sekint?) of those nam-ed Bethany. There are two here. Not personalities, yea we are not freaks. No, two seperate people...two halves that maketh a-hole. Wait...I mean...a whole! Should we mention Airplane. Yes, I think we should. Airplane. It has been mentioned. Twas a movie. Enjoyed by a half, a lulluby to another. The movie was created in the eighties, as the jokes would portray. Sigh...those of you with no personaity would find the movie...boring. As did a good friend, nay, great...she slept. Snoring to the buzz of the plane. It flew, she slept...and thus the story ended. What?

When Kip writes his sonets to LaFanduha, he hums. As our idolotry to Kipland Ronald Dynomite is sinnful, but apparent, we hum as well. Some of us in our sleep. What song is your favourite to hum? Do humming birds actually hum? If you heard someone huming behind you, would you assume they were a senior citizen? Hmmmmmmmmm....things to think about.

Speaking of things to think about...take this questionaire:

1. Do you find MC Hammers pants attractive?

2. Do you think Brad Pitt was better in snatch or fight club?

3. Chocolate dipped OREOS (name brand...copywrited...just making sure) or Double Cream?

4. Julia Roberts or Julia Stiles?

5. Foriegn film, or eighties film?

6. Counterfeit or Counter Fight?

7. Snoring or Huming?

And finally,

8. Airplane or Joe Dirt?

Bethany, one of us, is falling asleep. If you know us well, then you know what one of us it is. Not I, for I am awake. Not she, for she is a drift???

Quote of the day

"Take off the tie, it is sooo not you. Either lose the tie or the gold chain. Lose the gold chain...it is just WAY too Usher."

Is this the end? yep.

come again?!?

HELLO EVERYONE!
Okay, I have decided this entry to not write anything about work, or bordom...and as you can clearly see...I have already failed...DAMN! I mean, Darn (holy cross thingy that catholics do to redeem themselves).

Riiiiiight. Okay, there is an excitment in me, and let me tell you why. First of all, Jesus, like yeah! And second of all, a clean room.

I am not sure why, but there seems to be a connection with our physical rooms and our 'spritual rooms'. wow, I sound like a quack. But seriously, when my room is clean, it feels as though there is a 'click' in the heavens, and all of a sudden things feel right for me. I just got a mental picture of Mary Poppins just there...woooosh.

Moving right along, I have been thinking deeply (it may come as a shock to lots of you). Yes, end of sentance. No, there is more. I have been thinking (gosh I am redundant) about life. I mean, who doesn't. Is this thing even readable...I feel like I lost you at hello. Whatever, I have been thinking (goodness me woman, get to the point) (okay fine, just drop the attitude) (sad bethany, very sad) (sigh....shut up) ANYWAY! Life! God! Don't ever say that you are giving your life to God unless you REALLY REALLY mean it. It is a ride and a half. I really would not have it any other way, and I am loving it. However, if I had ever just non-chalauntly said 'Hey God, what's happening...oh you want my heart? Sure, why the heck not!' I would be a complete an absolute mess emotionally. Does this make sense? I don't think so. I have not really had a chance to process what I am writing...I am just typing what is coming to me. Sorry. Anyway, God is taking me on this route that I never thought he would take. It is like there are these two paths, and they both lead to the same ultimate destination...but one is straight with a couple hills and what not...and the other is hardly paved...in fact it is not. Everything we do is new, just us...and we cut through branches, and pick out throns, and walk through swamps...and we do it all together. It sounds like it would made a cool show...it just needs a kicking theme song...perhaps Rob could help out with that! Back to the dealio, I guess it is cool...I mean, I love that God is so adventurous, and mysterious. I am not complaining...I am just glad that I really meant it when I gave my life to him!

So. Bethany and her house mates have a peeping Tom. That is not to say that men who peep are named Tom...I only know one guy named Tom, and i doubt he would stoop to such a level...but then again...he might...crazy Hollemas.

Also, my father is snoring. The floor and walls are shaking...it is not the Holy Spirit. Not that I am putting Holy Spirit in a non-snoring wall and floor shaking box.

Clearly sleep is needed, but I just do not want to go to bed...cuz when I wake up...I have to go to....NO! I will refrain from even thinking of work...damn, there it is again.

Deep sigh....and thought....and sleep.

goodbye

the art of finance

Money. It sucks.
I hate it.
I hate more than I hate anything.

Money is like an exboyfriend that you are still in love with.
Bad example

Money is like a box of chocolate with an unremovable seal
doesn't make sense

Money is like...the manderin.
Yeah...cuz it is so amazing when you have it...and you just live in the moment. Then the moment comes when you have to go home...and you sit in the car, and it all hits at once. The pain...the loathing, it takes over. You end up saying things like 'I hate the Manderin', 'I should not have eaten so much', or 'It happens every time, why have I not learned my lesson?'

Well, maybe you can't relate...but I sure can...obviously. Every single time I get paid I feel like I have so much money...and I spend it like crazy...and I totally forget the four letter word at the back of my brain...DEBT! Yes, Debt. It weighs down on a person like...what the heck...I am sick of metaphors. It just plain sucks okay!

Anyway, I love Bethany. If you see her, tell her you love her too. I think she would like that! Is anyone even reading this fricking thing. I should spread the news that I have one...it kinda feels right now like I am writing to myself. There is something wrong though, cuz i cant frigging see certian screens...like the help screen, or the add blogs screeen...or the 'make a comment' screen when i try to say things on other peoples blogs. sigh....why the issolation?!?!?!?! WHY?

I am going to go now. I am...

subway...the bain

Right, just got home from work. I have been thinking...all it takes to be funny is sarcasm. It is the easiest way to get a laugh, it is also the least creative, but whatever. I got to work, and everyone was sooooo depressed...so I said sarcastically...oh my goodness, did someone die or something, you all look like crap. Well, needless to say, it was not received well. It turns out that two friends of the family (they are all family at subway, except me) had passed away the night before. I felt like an idiot. I guess that happens to me a lot. The sarcasm thing has not been a good choice at times, actually, most of the time.
Moving on...I was so bored last night that I watched What About Bob. Who does that? I mean really, how bored to you have to be to put on a movie that you have seen like a trillion million times? Half way through, Kaleena called me. She is great, and I have not talked to her in the LONGEST of long times. We talked for a bit, and then I found out that her little sister is dating this guy who I have known since I was born, my brothers old best friend. It was really really really weird.
Also, I talked to my bestest of the bests...ms bethany elaine ventura. I attempted the shouting of the other bestest of the best...which I guess does not makes sense...but anyway, she was not available to come to the phone. I am still not sure why. I love those two. Bethany...you crack me right up and down. Beck...you crack me up east and west? Riiiight. I think I should go cuz it is pretty clear that this is AAALLLL babble and junk from my brain. It was good to download though. Alright, sianara.

I shall converse later via this!

madness I tell you!

It has been a crazy day. Yes, ever so crazy. It started at like one in the morning with my mother storming in the room worried that I had stolen the EVER SO VALUABLE calandar. I mean...what the heck do I want with one of those things. Gosh. So I woke up, then I did all the normal things one does after waking up...brush teeth, morning pee, breakfast, converse with the Lord and Saviour of the World...and so on and so forth. Then, I had to make a bunch of calls for my mother to schedual/confirm appointments to places...
And so, this has brought me to thinking, since when have I become the family administrator? I told you before, you NEVER have a day off from living. Oh right, I have to go back to Subway tomorrow...sigh...can't say I have missed it. Oh wait, yes I can. Yesterday, on the way to the folk concernt (which by the way, was INCREDIABLE...this guy did things with a guitar that I never thought was possible) my father stopped at a gas station to buy some money. Yes...he baught money. There was a subway in there, and I was hungry, so I baught a sub. Is that a sin? To crave the thing you loath? Well, whatever...I dont care...I am a free woman.
Back to the bordom factor...which is like 12 out of 10 for those of you who care. I have decided to write one positive thing about my situation up here every time I blog. So for today here it is:

The snow is melting, and it is a little warmer than last week.

Hmmm...I dont think that counts cuz it looks like SHAT outside. It is like lake critchley out there or somthing, and it is still grey out, so blah to that.

Right, I will try another one:

I don't have a television, so I can be free to expand my mind!

Yeah, I am not going to wreck that one, although I could you know. Anyway, I have to go...I am sure there is a reason, I just can't think of it right now. Again, appologize for the waste of time...not that I really care or anything. Oki...bye

and then...

Well, it has been about 24 hours since my last entry. And here I am again, in a similar state as last. BORED! I took a drive with my brother and his friend, we went down the street. Yes, a whole 10 minutes of my time today was spent driving. Other than that, NOTHING. I did drive...drive I did. I also attemted the cleaning of my room. I was highly unsuccessful. I decided to rearange it, but with only one outlet...I had to move it all back so I could look at the television screen as I sleep. Wow! How entertaining...no...not the television, but this entry. If you are still reading, then you must suffer the same disease...the side affects are as follows:

uncontrolable sighs
slight laziness
unanswered telephone calls to friends
a few hours of staring into nothingness
offering to play a board game with parents or brothers
and finally
offering to drive your brother and his friend anywhere...so that you can avoid any of the above.

So, maybe it is just me. But I doubt it. I hope that there is someone out there just like me with nothing to do, writing about their nothingness in a blog, where like 2 people will read it. Yes, there is still hope.

In other news, I will be going to a folk concert tonight. It should be...well...it should be complete crap. Sigh... at least I will get out of the house for a bit.

I think....
yes...I think.
So if you will excuse me for another day... I am going to go and think in my room, while I clean my room...some more.

Okay, I appologize for the complete waste of your time.

Bye for now

Interestingly Enough!

Hey there,

Can't say I am super experienced with this thing yet...and I mean YET!
Hmmm...I guess you have to be pretty bored to commit yourself to doing one of these, and how fitting, because that is what I am...BORED!
Well, I work at Subway, but let's keep hush hush about it, I am not proud of it. I mean, when I am on my deathbed, I am sure I will have no regrets..non save the fact that I spent (God willing, but PLEASE God UNWILLING) six months of my life making subs for unhappy people (if you can call a hundred old bones with skin and stomachs people)!
That is one think that I have learned at Subway, some people are not nice. Yep, you would have thought I'de have learned a life lesson like that in all my NINETEEN years of living with them, but nope, this lesson was learn-ed via Subway...oh...lovely subway. It is the bain...whatever that means...I guess it is bitter hate of my life. Oh wait, that is Satan.
Right...moving on to greener pastures...
Blossom just had a bath. And for those of you who do not know, Blossom is my dog. I love her, but not as much as I love Jesus. He is pretty cool in my books. Wait, I have no books. I am not an author, I am a sub-maker. Sigh...must everything come back to work!

Okay, seems I have nothing nice to say, so I shall restrict my remarks to the weather. It is cold, and grey. Actually, it is very late, so it is cold and black. Yes, but during the day it was so nice out. Some even likened it to spring. People were walking around with only a parka, yes...a parka...but not I...I WAS WORKING!!!

So, that is it from me for now. I shall go to sleep, and wake up in the morning...and have a day off. But do we ever really have a day off...you can not take a break from life...sigh...too deep a thought for such a tired mind. Right, I shall go to sleep now. Bye friends!!!