Perfect date

He would have the date all planned out. No "huh? whut am i doing?"
And we would go on this crazy scavenger hunt.
And at the end I would get a prize.
And that prize is this ...



A BACON SCARF!

What says, "hey baby, I want you." more than a bacon scarf?

Bible Fight

Bible Fight

I just got done playing Bible fight and I was Eve and I totally beat Noah.
Oh, and I also got a one way ticket to H E double hockey sticks.

Oh yeah and I found out that 2 of the guys in the lab made much higher scores than me on my SAT. Go Go Gadget Higher Learning.

Forgiveness via Cobb County Government

I owed like $30 and some change for not returning an encyclopedia of philosophy to my local library branch.
Apparently $0.15 a day racks up. Literally and figuratively.
So I asked to speak to the head of the library to talk about this fine. And I got this guy with a speech impediment. He gave me a mild tongue lashing and I smiled and nodded and took his rebuking with the puppy dog eyes the good Lord gave me. And then he kept talking some more and I thought, "well Im certainly paying back the universe because this guy is apparently lonely and this good deed alone is worth 50 in nice dollars." Yeah, something like that.
So 5 minutes spent with this guy saved me $30. Over an hour, that would have been a saving of $360.
The establishment cant bring me down. The Man aint got nothing over Cobb County Central Library.

Well, I took out two books and put an alarm in my phone for when I need to return them so I wont rack up a library fine of 5 bazillion dollars.

I got Lucky Jim and A Short History of Nearly Everything.

I got Lucky Jim because of these two parts

Dixon pretended to himself that he'd pick up his professor round the waist, squeeze the furry grey-blue waistcoat against him to expel the breath, run heavily with him up the steps, along the corridor to the Staff Cloakroom, and plunge the too-small feet in their capless shoes into a lavatory basin, pulling the plug once, twice, and again, stuffing the mouth with toilet paper.

Amis detailing a hangover

Dixon was alive again. Consciousness was upon him before he could get out of the way; not for him the slow, gracious wandering from the halls of sleep, but a summary, forcible ejection. He lay sprawled, too wicked to move, spewed up like a broken spider-crab on the tarry shingle of the morning. The light did him harm, but not as much as looking at things did; he resolved, having done it once, never to move his eyeballs again.

A Short History of Nearly Everything is exceptionally hard to put down. I only planned on reading one chapter last night and I ended up reading four. I mean, why stop at singularity when you can read about supernovas! Its really easy to read layman wise because theres no calculus in it. Calculus will definitely make a book go from hey this doesnt suck to hey this kinda sucks in 2.0 * 10^-34 seconds.

Y'herd?

Black Book

I saw this movie and I actually liked it. The Nazi guy was pretty hot. The girl did some pretty kick A things. I dont know why but I typically like movies about Nazis (whcih is kind of wrong in a way, Im sure). But I liked Schindlers List, LOVED Sophie Scholl, hmmm now that I Think about it - it seems those are the only Nazi movies I've seen.

Anyways, Ashley and I were the only ones who have seen it amongst our Netflix friends.
So I rated it and left this note:

Would have given it five stars but some of the twists got a little too unbelievable. Could have also been 30 minutes shorter. But still, a GREAT movie. Nudity and poop. You've been warned.

I kinda thought more than one person would add it in their queue. But only one person added it! And now I secretly judge this one guy because none of the other Netflix friends thought poop and nudity was a fascinatingly great concept for a movie addition to their queue.

Anyways, Netflix: the reason God invented the intranets.

Fighting consumerism or something like that

Im cleaning out my room really hardcore. Getting rid of all those pesky cool clothes I never wear. I always wear ugly tshirts though. So those will stay. You cant fight who you are and if you like cheap stuff, doggonit, then you should embrace it. But I did get rid of white tshirts that had the yellow pit stains. bc thats just guhhhrosss.

So I cleaned out my dresser and got rid of two target bags worth of stuff.
And then I went through one bin of jeans and got rid of two bags of stuff.
I got rid of some name brand stuff I could have sold at Plato's Closet. Mistakingly I gave them to LeighAnn who says she can fit into my size. I personally think she's a lying liar. So did everyone else in the office.

Anyways, I think that would be really neat if I could have the amount of stuff that a boy had in his room.
Thats my goal.

(I dont know how Im fighting consumerism by not re-wearing my clothes. Seems like Im contributing to the trashy stuff in the Goodwill stores.)

Quick thing I learned about exercising from the atlanta sports mag while I was in the bathroom

3 part lower intensity:1 part high intensity

In terms of cardio stuff.


I seem to always workout on the treadmill and not know how long to run hardcore for. I usually just wait until I get tired and then I look at the treadmill time or calorie burned area and slow down when one of those gets to a nice, round likable number.

capiece?

Im glad I went.

My grandmother's funeral was today.
Dont go to them.
Didnt go to my aunts funeral.
Had "plans" for this Saturday.
Annoyed.
Did my grandmother even like me?
Funeral on Saturday.
Why not on Monday?
I could have gotten off work.
Did I love her? Do I love her?
Saw her.
White casket.
With light pink blankets.
A doll sitting in the casket.
Granny loved dolls.
Twinge.
Do I love her?
Hug relatives.
Am surprisingly happy to hug relatives.
Happy that I am happy.
Funeral starts.
Old old woman sings.
Craggy voice.
Sweet, Southern craggy voice.
I cry.
And cry.
I cry on Mick.
I cry because I care.
I cry because I know I care.
No obituary for my grandmother.
We are the witnesses of her life.
The only living record.
She cared for the elderly.
I remember her telling me to bring dinner over to Pauline.
Sweet Pauline.
With the chair that raised and lowered
For Pauline.
She worked at KFC.
KFC was around then?
Aunt Rose looked great.
We gather round the casket.
I kiss her forehead.
Her cold cold forehead.
And feel warmth.
And outside,
The trees are beautiful.
The sun is shining.
The wind is cool.
A catepillar lands on my skirt.
I see all my relatives.
The ones who I had already sentenced.
I see them cry.
And care.
And love.
I see that I loved too.
I really did love my grandmother.

I cant write what I want to write. So Im writing the experience in shorter terms. So maybe one day I can rewrite it better. But in case I dont, there's something here to remind me of this day. I really didnt think I loved my relatives more than anything beyond duty. And love for the sake of duty, is that really love? But, today, I felt love and concern that wasnt forced. And I felt bad for missing out on Aunt Denise's funeral. And also today, I grieved but it was all refreshing too. I really felt that this life is truly beautiful and wonderful.


A Visitor by Mary Oliver

My father, for example,
who was young once
and blue-eyed,
returns
on the darkest of nights
to the porch and knocks
wildly at the door,
and if I answer
I must be prepared
for his waxy face,
for his lower lip
swollen with bitterness.
And so, for a long time,
I did not answer,
but slept fitfully
between his hours of rapping.
But finally there came the night
when I rose out of my sheets
and stumbled down the hall.
The door fell open

and I knew I was saved
and could bear him,
pathetic and hollow,
with even the least of his dreams
frozen inside him,
and the meanness gone.
And I greeted him and asked him
into the house,
and lit the lamp,
and looked into his blank eyes
in which at last
I saw what a child must love,
I saw what love might have done
had we loved in time.