I'm so broke.
I'm so busy.
Schoolwork is kicking my ass.
There is a bowl here that just recently held spaghetti and turkey meatballs. I'm listening to music that makes me feel like I'm free of troubles.
I'm just killing time until I go to my 3rd appointment of the day.
I am happy.
Tuesday, November 06, 2007
Sunday, October 14, 2007
Poor guy
My tennis coach is worrying me.
He comes to class late and never takes roll.
His breath is soaked in beer.
He tells you twice about the guy he almost punched on the way over here.
He is clearly drunk.
He attempts to convince the students to pull the "White Men Can't Jump" scam on the recreational players on the adjoining courts.
What is my moral obligation here?
He comes to class late and never takes roll.
His breath is soaked in beer.
He tells you twice about the guy he almost punched on the way over here.
He is clearly drunk.
He attempts to convince the students to pull the "White Men Can't Jump" scam on the recreational players on the adjoining courts.
What is my moral obligation here?
Monday, September 10, 2007
He really did say this:
Quotes from my new Tennis coach:
"Anyone here left-handed?"
(no one makes a move)
(with hand saluting his chin sideways) "Good, 'cause left-handed people are retarded."
"You gotta hold your racket like it's a canary. Does anyone know what a canary is?"
(Someone says,"A bird.")
"Yeah, I had a canary once, but my cat ate him. It's ok though because (the canary)always bit me anyway."
"Anyone here left-handed?"
(no one makes a move)
(with hand saluting his chin sideways) "Good, 'cause left-handed people are retarded."
"You gotta hold your racket like it's a canary. Does anyone know what a canary is?"
(Someone says,"A bird.")
"Yeah, I had a canary once, but my cat ate him. It's ok though because (the canary)always bit me anyway."
Sunday, September 09, 2007
Hungover
Do you ever ask why the hell you're such a lazy bastard? I ask myself that very question all the time. Hourly, even.
Yesterday I went with some friends to see some movies in the theater. 'Harry Potter: Something of Azkerban(?),' and also 'Shoot Em' Up.' They were OK movies. I'm not a Harry Potter fan, but I suppose that can be deduced from my unwillingness to check for the correct title of the film. Movies that have sequel after sequel stretching on into eternity annoy me. Where is the ending? Where is my conclusion? I need closure. I may not even see the next pirate hottie movie for this very reason.
'Shoot Em' Up' is pretty slap-stick violent and does have one or two genuinely funny points but I would not recommend spending ten of your hard-earned dollars for it. Wait for video so you can spend five. Though even five might be reaching. How 'bout you buy a ticket for one movie you know you want to see and then afterward, take a leisurely restroom break, then quietly slip back into the theater and attend a showing of 'Shoot Em' Up?'
Oh goodness me. What am I saying? I can't in good conscience recommend you do such a thing. That's illegal and wrong. Forget I typed that. I've already forgotten! Hey! What's that buzzing sound? Perhaps it's the fatigue resonating in my brain.
God the laundry is just looooming.
I suppose I should do some so that I have a shirt to wear tomorrow.
Yesterday I went with some friends to see some movies in the theater. 'Harry Potter: Something of Azkerban(?),' and also 'Shoot Em' Up.' They were OK movies. I'm not a Harry Potter fan, but I suppose that can be deduced from my unwillingness to check for the correct title of the film. Movies that have sequel after sequel stretching on into eternity annoy me. Where is the ending? Where is my conclusion? I need closure. I may not even see the next pirate hottie movie for this very reason.
'Shoot Em' Up' is pretty slap-stick violent and does have one or two genuinely funny points but I would not recommend spending ten of your hard-earned dollars for it. Wait for video so you can spend five. Though even five might be reaching. How 'bout you buy a ticket for one movie you know you want to see and then afterward, take a leisurely restroom break, then quietly slip back into the theater and attend a showing of 'Shoot Em' Up?'
Oh goodness me. What am I saying? I can't in good conscience recommend you do such a thing. That's illegal and wrong. Forget I typed that. I've already forgotten! Hey! What's that buzzing sound? Perhaps it's the fatigue resonating in my brain.
God the laundry is just looooming.
I suppose I should do some so that I have a shirt to wear tomorrow.
Thursday, August 30, 2007
I AM SO HAPPY!
I love the internet! I love people who write about their tech problems on the internet and I love the people who write back on how to solve those problems even MORE.
Do you know WHY I couldn't put action script on my buttons in Flash CS3? BECAUSE I was opening a flash actionscript 3.0 project instead of an actionscript 2.0!!
YESSIR!
SLAP ME IN THE FACE WITH WARM HONEY CALL & ME GINA!
I will sleep soundly tonight.
Do you know WHY I couldn't put action script on my buttons in Flash CS3? BECAUSE I was opening a flash actionscript 3.0 project instead of an actionscript 2.0!!
YESSIR!
SLAP ME IN THE FACE WITH WARM HONEY CALL & ME GINA!
I will sleep soundly tonight.
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Why the hell am I blogging on two seperate blogs?
I never have good ideas for posts, yet I have two blogs going with posts on different subjects.
What the hell?
I'm also thinking of starting ALL over. My secret desire is to start a new blogger blog under a pseudonym. No email to contact me, no descriptive profile, just a blog where I can really let loose. How fun would it be to be able to jump on the computer and go nuts? How fun? No. I'm asking you, how fun?
I wouldn't know because I've never done it.
I still have fears that some friends or family will find me and see all the cursing and evil doing. Censorship by way of shame. Ugliness.
In other stuff:
My Flash CS3 refuses to let me put actionscript on my buttons and it makes me want to scream through my gritted teeth.
DAMNIT.
What the hell?
I'm also thinking of starting ALL over. My secret desire is to start a new blogger blog under a pseudonym. No email to contact me, no descriptive profile, just a blog where I can really let loose. How fun would it be to be able to jump on the computer and go nuts? How fun? No. I'm asking you, how fun?
I wouldn't know because I've never done it.
I still have fears that some friends or family will find me and see all the cursing and evil doing. Censorship by way of shame. Ugliness.
In other stuff:
My Flash CS3 refuses to let me put actionscript on my buttons and it makes me want to scream through my gritted teeth.
DAMNIT.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
This post is stupid.
Old school bloggers beware... Do not try the new beta version of Blogger's template editor. You will loose every modification you've made in your HTML to date. Including links.
Ah well.
And here... this sentence that you are reading right now? There were several attempts at writting a post here. I've erased them all. It's for your and my own good. There was a few sentences on what I'm going to eat tonight...DELETE. There was a mention on being lazy today...DELETE. And then there was something about feeling bruised...DELETE.
BUT AH! Even when I try and write something new, the ghosts of crap writing past is resurected and you have to read my mundane shit anyway.
Tessa bad mood.
Ah well.
And here... this sentence that you are reading right now? There were several attempts at writting a post here. I've erased them all. It's for your and my own good. There was a few sentences on what I'm going to eat tonight...DELETE. There was a mention on being lazy today...DELETE. And then there was something about feeling bruised...DELETE.
BUT AH! Even when I try and write something new, the ghosts of crap writing past is resurected and you have to read my mundane shit anyway.
Tessa bad mood.
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