Here are some things that are annoying.
Maryland Traffic: Seriously people, why must there always be so much traffic here? I know it's crowded but if you could practice simple things such as not staring at accidents and not slowing to a crawl going over a bridge we would see some immense improvements. That reminds me of another point; how do you manage to crash into each other on bright, sunny days? I can understand if there's some slippery snow on the ground or so much rain or fog it's hard to see where you're going, but on a nice sunny day you can't manage to avoid each other? It's really not that hard to drive a car. Maybe if you'd stop checking your fucking reflection in your mirror and/or screaming at your children and/or texting your little head off you wouldn't run into each other so often. Just a thought.
Running: I hate running. Running is not something that I have ever excelled in besides short distance sprinting. My friend Kerri(not my gf Kerry) has challenged me to run in a 5k with her sometime before it gets cold and I can't run at all. I was originally looking for a 5k that would benefit Cervical Cancer but there are surprisingly few around here so I just decided to do any old 5k. The one we are looking at is in September so I decided to stop by the BWI bike trail after work yesterday to test out some running. I suck. I only made it 1.7 miles, not anywhere near the 3.1 miles I am going to need to be able to run for the 5k. It's not like this is something new for me either; I've never been able to run that distance and I'm not sure what made me think I could do it now. I am in better shape now than I probably have been.... ever, but I'm still not built to be a distance runner(even these short distances) ... I don't have the lung capacity or the leg stamina. Plus I just hate it. It's no fun, it makes me feel miserable, and I never seem to get any better. Running = the suck.
iReport on CNN: Seriously? You're going to put posts about "Wife allows husband to have GI Joe Room" or "Attempt to Six Pack Abs" on your front page? I don't get it. I don't care about these things and I can't imagine why anyone else would. Who cares if some jackass built a GI Joe room in his house? Who cares if some pasty nerd boy is trying to get six pack abs? This shit is what should be on blogs. Not on CNN. Like this, what I am typing right now: this belongs on a blog, not on a news site. BLOGGING IS NOT REPORTING, YOU STUPID FUCKS. Even on the slightly few stories that actually do concern larger issues... why do I care that Tom from Arizona thinks that Barack Obama deserves and A for his first 100 days in office? WHO THE FUCK IS TOM? What experience does he have in the field of political analysis or reporting? What high-ranking contacts has he made blogging from his basement? If I want overly pushy political opinions from the masses I'll just check my facebook feed to see the latest right-wing crap spewing from my ultraconservative friends or the ultra liberal crap spewing from my other extreme friends. Oh, and everyone is 100% right and you are 100% wrong. That's about the level of "reporting" I see being done by these jackasses on iReport. Just stop it already.
Here are some things that aren't annoying.
A good book: I just finished reading a book that I really enjoyed and then I stumbled across an article about some research psychology professors had been doing on the way the mind reacts to written words. Basically they found that in some people just reading about an action causes the area of the brain related to that action to fire. Like if you read about someone kicking a ball the part of your brain responsible for kicking would light up. I think different people respond to that stimulus differently and I wonder if they can make a link to being read to as a child and the way your brain reacts as an adult. Just from the people I know I have found that the ones who were read to as a child are much more into reading than those who weren't. Obviously I am going to read to my children so much that they transform into huge book nerds. That is okay with me. I love being transported into different worlds with different books, it makes me feel like I'm right there living out the moments with the characters... maybe there's scientific proof behind that feeling now.
Kristen and CJ getting engaged: One of my best friends was just proposed to about a week ago which set off much excitement amongst her friends. This after Biff and Kerri getting engaged not too long ago, Greg and Becki getting married, and Kim and Seth's wedding in August. I'm sure more and more of my friends will be following suit. It's sort of an odd feeling when everyone around you starts to get engaged and life starts to transition to the next level. It makes me feel old, it makes me feel happy, and it makes me worry. I feel old because... well, people getting engaged just has a way of doing that to you. I feel happy because I think our generation is going to do better at this whole "marriage thing" than our parents were. I mean, it'd be kinda hard not to be. I also feel happy because they have found the person they want to spend the rest of their life with and that means they've won a big battle that a lot of people end up losing. I feel scared a little bit because with stepping to that next plane of our existence it feels like the ties that bind us together as friends are going to weaken, once there is a family in the picture there is much less time for everything else. I've always been a person who puts my friends first in my life and moving past that is going to be a big adjustment for me.
I guess that's enough blogging for now, I'm tired of writing and I'm sure you're tired of reading.
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
It's Bear-Awesome!
Okay, I am making myself blog tonight because I'm starting to be a slacker again and if I let myself get into that pattern this thing will never get updated again. I am a NOTORIOUS bad blogger. I start up again and then stop within a week sometimes.
I know what the problem is though, I've calmed down a lot since I was younger. I was always up and down and sideways about every little thing that happened to me and if I didn't have some place to write it all down I thought it would take me over. I guess the hormones have settled down or I've matured or something has happened, because I don't have those rollercoaster emotions anymore. They just don't happen. Even when something upsets me it usually wears off in a matter of hours now.
I guess I will write about the dreams I had the other night. If you know me, and why you'd be reading this if you didn't is beyond me, then you know that I rarely remember my dreams. I've always been semi-jealous of the folks who have these elaborate dreams and remember them every night, but not jealous enough to actually put effort into convincing myself to remember my dreams before I go to sleep. Seriously? Effort for dreams? That just seems a bit desperate to me, if I was meant to remember my dreams I would.
Anyways, the other night I was woken up around 4am by a series of bad dreams. I don't remember them all too clearly(big surprise there) but I jotted down some of it when I woke up from the last one. It started out with meeting Trent somewheres(yes, Trent Reznor). I don't remember exactly where we were but I think it was some sort of stadium, maybe Camden Yards. Anyway, then he had broken down and was staying in our house with us for a while. He wasn't going to be there for long, but I was trying to get pictures of him in my house to prove it or something. I kept waking up and falling back to sleep and willing myself to dream more. I am not sure if I was actually waking up at this point or just dreaming it.
Somehow I was going from house to house or room to room (it seemed like a series of houses, like a compound even) and I came upon one of my friends but he was going to kill me? This part is pretty hazy.
Then Kerry and I were broken down in some neighborhood in the dark; we were on a big tour bus but when it broke down there was no one else anymore but us. We started walking and thre was some dog that was running around and I thought it was going to kill us but it seemed to actually enjoy us. It was a big black dog and I would hear it coming up on us and running past without being able to see it. Then we came up on some sort of firey shrine that smelled of sulfur and was around some pool, somehow I ended up falling into the water and Kerry was walking around and came down to join me.
Then we were with a bunch of other people, and I think we were kids. We were underneath some big table and there were adults around above us, all we could see was their legs: some fat lady and some guy. The fat lady saw Kerry and was asking where I was and she lied and said she didn't know. I knew I had to get out of there but I couldn't find a way out. So I started telling myself "I'll wake up". I figured if I came out of my hiding place and let them find me I would wake up. As I started to crawl out from under the desk and turn to face the man who was looking for me I was screaming to myself in my head "wake up wake up wake up wake up" but i wasn't waking up and he turned all the way around and looked at me and he was evil. I can't describe how he looked but i can still picture him and thats when I woke up thinking I was either yelling out in my sleep on on the verge of screaming out "WAKE UP!"
I figured that would scare Kerry to wake up to me screaming "WAKE UP" and I knew if I fell asleep again I'd just dream more fucked up shit so I got up and wrote some of this down, it's already fading faster than I can type. I had so many more bad dreams in a row but I can't remember them. Only the last one is still vivid, but they were so real and detailed which is unusual for me.
Only the last one feels clear anymore
Well, none of them feel clear to me anymore, but I wrote that last line at 4:30am the other morning. This last weekend was a good one, I feel like I accomplished a lot of things. I took off work on friday and went to the Toyota dealer and traded in my Bronco to buy a new Toyota Tacoma. It's a very basic truck but it's all I need, nothing fancy. Plus it's a stick-shift and I've been wanting to drive stick again since I got rid of my Camaro 3 years ago.
So I've been driving it to work the last few days. It's really not going to be my daily driver, more of a work vehicle, but the new-ness hasn't worn off yet.
Friday after getting the truck I drove it to Home Depot and purchased a bunch of shingles and roofing nails. Saturday I spent most of the day roofing my shed. It was 90 some degrees out and ridiculously sunny but I got the whole thing done. I think I dehydrated myself since I had a headache the rest of the goddamn day but I swear I was drinking water the whole time.
While I was doing the shingles Kerry was helping me out by doing some weeding, then she made us some fruit salad and I grilled food for lunch. It was nice that we got to spend the morning together because she was going to a country concert with some friends that evening. Being country, I did not volunteer to attend.
I spent the evening finishing up the roof, cleaning all my gutters on the house, and finally fixing the leaking outside faucet that's been a problem for about a year now. I felt like I was finally on a roll with getting things accomplished around the house.
Sunday we spent out on the boat with Kim and Seth and Biff and Kerri, it was a good time as well. I can finally say that I have my full summer tan and I am getting really dark.
I'm excited that I've been able to get use out of the boat this year and I'm excited that I'm finally in a place where I feel like I'm able to accomplish some of the tasks around the house without getting frustrated at the magnitude of all that needs to be done. Kerry is moving in on the 8th of August so I really need to start clearing up some storage space and figuring out how we're going to mesh all our things together.
Things with Kerry are great, we've been together over 2 years now and still have not had a fight. I find that a little ridiculous. Maybe I've mellowed out some since my younger days. I just don't like fighting anymore. Matt King has a new girlfriend and she seems really nice. It's been a pretty top notch summer thus far from Hawaii to Emily's visit, to the Ocean with my cousins, to all the boating and work around the house.
Anyways, this is just rambling on and on at this point so I'm going to make myself stop before I bore my one or two readers to death.
I know what the problem is though, I've calmed down a lot since I was younger. I was always up and down and sideways about every little thing that happened to me and if I didn't have some place to write it all down I thought it would take me over. I guess the hormones have settled down or I've matured or something has happened, because I don't have those rollercoaster emotions anymore. They just don't happen. Even when something upsets me it usually wears off in a matter of hours now.
I guess I will write about the dreams I had the other night. If you know me, and why you'd be reading this if you didn't is beyond me, then you know that I rarely remember my dreams. I've always been semi-jealous of the folks who have these elaborate dreams and remember them every night, but not jealous enough to actually put effort into convincing myself to remember my dreams before I go to sleep. Seriously? Effort for dreams? That just seems a bit desperate to me, if I was meant to remember my dreams I would.
Anyways, the other night I was woken up around 4am by a series of bad dreams. I don't remember them all too clearly(big surprise there) but I jotted down some of it when I woke up from the last one. It started out with meeting Trent somewheres(yes, Trent Reznor). I don't remember exactly where we were but I think it was some sort of stadium, maybe Camden Yards. Anyway, then he had broken down and was staying in our house with us for a while. He wasn't going to be there for long, but I was trying to get pictures of him in my house to prove it or something. I kept waking up and falling back to sleep and willing myself to dream more. I am not sure if I was actually waking up at this point or just dreaming it.
Somehow I was going from house to house or room to room (it seemed like a series of houses, like a compound even) and I came upon one of my friends but he was going to kill me? This part is pretty hazy.
Then Kerry and I were broken down in some neighborhood in the dark; we were on a big tour bus but when it broke down there was no one else anymore but us. We started walking and thre was some dog that was running around and I thought it was going to kill us but it seemed to actually enjoy us. It was a big black dog and I would hear it coming up on us and running past without being able to see it. Then we came up on some sort of firey shrine that smelled of sulfur and was around some pool, somehow I ended up falling into the water and Kerry was walking around and came down to join me.
Then we were with a bunch of other people, and I think we were kids. We were underneath some big table and there were adults around above us, all we could see was their legs: some fat lady and some guy. The fat lady saw Kerry and was asking where I was and she lied and said she didn't know. I knew I had to get out of there but I couldn't find a way out. So I started telling myself "I'll wake up". I figured if I came out of my hiding place and let them find me I would wake up. As I started to crawl out from under the desk and turn to face the man who was looking for me I was screaming to myself in my head "wake up wake up wake up wake up" but i wasn't waking up and he turned all the way around and looked at me and he was evil. I can't describe how he looked but i can still picture him and thats when I woke up thinking I was either yelling out in my sleep on on the verge of screaming out "WAKE UP!"
I figured that would scare Kerry to wake up to me screaming "WAKE UP" and I knew if I fell asleep again I'd just dream more fucked up shit so I got up and wrote some of this down, it's already fading faster than I can type. I had so many more bad dreams in a row but I can't remember them. Only the last one is still vivid, but they were so real and detailed which is unusual for me.
Only the last one feels clear anymore
Well, none of them feel clear to me anymore, but I wrote that last line at 4:30am the other morning. This last weekend was a good one, I feel like I accomplished a lot of things. I took off work on friday and went to the Toyota dealer and traded in my Bronco to buy a new Toyota Tacoma. It's a very basic truck but it's all I need, nothing fancy. Plus it's a stick-shift and I've been wanting to drive stick again since I got rid of my Camaro 3 years ago.
So I've been driving it to work the last few days. It's really not going to be my daily driver, more of a work vehicle, but the new-ness hasn't worn off yet.
Friday after getting the truck I drove it to Home Depot and purchased a bunch of shingles and roofing nails. Saturday I spent most of the day roofing my shed. It was 90 some degrees out and ridiculously sunny but I got the whole thing done. I think I dehydrated myself since I had a headache the rest of the goddamn day but I swear I was drinking water the whole time.
While I was doing the shingles Kerry was helping me out by doing some weeding, then she made us some fruit salad and I grilled food for lunch. It was nice that we got to spend the morning together because she was going to a country concert with some friends that evening. Being country, I did not volunteer to attend.
I spent the evening finishing up the roof, cleaning all my gutters on the house, and finally fixing the leaking outside faucet that's been a problem for about a year now. I felt like I was finally on a roll with getting things accomplished around the house.
Sunday we spent out on the boat with Kim and Seth and Biff and Kerri, it was a good time as well. I can finally say that I have my full summer tan and I am getting really dark.
I'm excited that I've been able to get use out of the boat this year and I'm excited that I'm finally in a place where I feel like I'm able to accomplish some of the tasks around the house without getting frustrated at the magnitude of all that needs to be done. Kerry is moving in on the 8th of August so I really need to start clearing up some storage space and figuring out how we're going to mesh all our things together.
Things with Kerry are great, we've been together over 2 years now and still have not had a fight. I find that a little ridiculous. Maybe I've mellowed out some since my younger days. I just don't like fighting anymore. Matt King has a new girlfriend and she seems really nice. It's been a pretty top notch summer thus far from Hawaii to Emily's visit, to the Ocean with my cousins, to all the boating and work around the house.
Anyways, this is just rambling on and on at this point so I'm going to make myself stop before I bore my one or two readers to death.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Oh my damnnnnn
Well. You didn't luck out; I remembered to update this thing again.
Today is hot. Not in the way that normal days are hot where you can actually sort of enjoy the heat and the feeling of sweat... but hot like an oven. Hot like you don't even want to set foot outside your door. It's an oppressing heat.
Help! Help! I'm being repressed!
I decided to take my next Cisco test this morning, three days after taking the last one. It did not go well. Now, to be fair to me, had I taken it farther in the future it would not have gone any better. The problem is that the study guides I was using are a littttle bit out of date. Normally this doesn't seem to matter much as the subject of the tests rarely changes too much from one version to another.
Well, Securing Networks With Routers and Switches is the test that DOES change I suppose. I knew 5 questions into the thing that I was going to fail. I powered through anyway despite my brain screaming just to get up and walk out. Admit defeat. I admitted defeat alright but I certainly wasn't going to walk out without answering all the questions.
Boy oh boy does Cisco love their acronyms. When you don't recognize an acronym it can make figuring out a question pretty difficult. One question made me laugh, it went something like:
A Cisco router uses (ACRONYM) to communicate with these: (choose two)
A. (ACRONYM)
B. ( ACRONYM)
C. (ACRONYM)
D. (ACRONYM)
E. (ACRONYM)
I didn't recognize any of them.
Soooo.... I am taking a break from the studying and taking tests. It's costing me way too much money at the moment. It's now time to do some work around the house and finally finish that shed I've been building. Hey, at least I have the structure of the roof built!
Maybe I'll post some pictures of my shitty shed later when it's finished.
I think I am going to end this entry now because Kerry is being an awesome girlfriend and making me fruit salad (and I fucking love her fruit salad).
Today is hot. Not in the way that normal days are hot where you can actually sort of enjoy the heat and the feeling of sweat... but hot like an oven. Hot like you don't even want to set foot outside your door. It's an oppressing heat.
Help! Help! I'm being repressed!
I decided to take my next Cisco test this morning, three days after taking the last one. It did not go well. Now, to be fair to me, had I taken it farther in the future it would not have gone any better. The problem is that the study guides I was using are a littttle bit out of date. Normally this doesn't seem to matter much as the subject of the tests rarely changes too much from one version to another.
Well, Securing Networks With Routers and Switches is the test that DOES change I suppose. I knew 5 questions into the thing that I was going to fail. I powered through anyway despite my brain screaming just to get up and walk out. Admit defeat. I admitted defeat alright but I certainly wasn't going to walk out without answering all the questions.
Boy oh boy does Cisco love their acronyms. When you don't recognize an acronym it can make figuring out a question pretty difficult. One question made me laugh, it went something like:
A Cisco router uses (ACRONYM) to communicate with these: (choose two)
A. (ACRONYM)
B. ( ACRONYM)
C. (ACRONYM)
D. (ACRONYM)
E. (ACRONYM)
I didn't recognize any of them.
Soooo.... I am taking a break from the studying and taking tests. It's costing me way too much money at the moment. It's now time to do some work around the house and finally finish that shed I've been building. Hey, at least I have the structure of the roof built!
Maybe I'll post some pictures of my shitty shed later when it's finished.
I think I am going to end this entry now because Kerry is being an awesome girlfriend and making me fruit salad (and I fucking love her fruit salad).
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Inaugural
Well I figured it was time to sign up for one of these things. Why you may ask? Well because I have absolutely nothing of importance to say about anything and I figure this is a good place to prove it.
That's right. If you continue to read this blog in the future you will be delighted to find mundane updates about my job, life, girlfriend, friends, vacations, dog, gym trips, and just about everything else.
There will be no OMGDEEP and cryptic entries that slightly hint at all the dark feelings inside of me and hatred for my fellow man. NO! I have a DIFFERENT blog for that. Whew!
Some random pointless updates!
1. I am looking for a new job, a recruiter called me today about a job I would be excited for were it offered to me. I can only assume that I won't be a good fit for the position or there will be some hidden "bonus" like requiring travel to Iraq or working 11pm to 5am.
2. I am procrastinating going to the gym. I mean I am procrastinating going to the gym RIGHT NOW AS I TYPE THIS. It is good I have this blog or I might get into shape. Heaven forbid.
3. My girlfriend is on the phone with her mom, and my dog just farted.
4. I put the framing for the roof of my shed on yesterday.
5. My teeth hurt.
I guess this ends the inaugural edition of C Mo's blog. I hope you had a good time. Maybe I will remember to update this on a semi-regular basis... but maybe you'll get lucky and I won't.
That's right. If you continue to read this blog in the future you will be delighted to find mundane updates about my job, life, girlfriend, friends, vacations, dog, gym trips, and just about everything else.
There will be no OMGDEEP and cryptic entries that slightly hint at all the dark feelings inside of me and hatred for my fellow man. NO! I have a DIFFERENT blog for that. Whew!
Some random pointless updates!
1. I am looking for a new job, a recruiter called me today about a job I would be excited for were it offered to me. I can only assume that I won't be a good fit for the position or there will be some hidden "bonus" like requiring travel to Iraq or working 11pm to 5am.
2. I am procrastinating going to the gym. I mean I am procrastinating going to the gym RIGHT NOW AS I TYPE THIS. It is good I have this blog or I might get into shape. Heaven forbid.
3. My girlfriend is on the phone with her mom, and my dog just farted.
4. I put the framing for the roof of my shed on yesterday.
5. My teeth hurt.
I guess this ends the inaugural edition of C Mo's blog. I hope you had a good time. Maybe I will remember to update this on a semi-regular basis... but maybe you'll get lucky and I won't.
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