Distraction
Holy crap. I'm trying to get so much garbage done right now and I just can't think. Too many things swirling around in this little ol' head of mine. All I can...
OH! LOOK! SHINY!!!
-Jon
Grrrrrrr
I want so badly to write about so many things... but they're just going to have to wait. Hopefully, by the time I get to them (if I do) I will have a few months of breather that will allow me to relax. As it is, right now, I want so badly to punch something. Really. I could do with a heavy bag in the basement, and maybe some weights. Actually, that's not a bad idea. I'm going to ask for a weight bench for my birthday or something. Hopefully I can get one and use it a few times a week. That'd be swell. Super sweet even.
That also be, you know, when Michigan gains a third, or even fourth season, beyond Winter and Construction (read: when hell freezes over). I'm talking big right now because I'm angry, it's late and I want to beat on something, or let out my frustration. Ahh well. I'm going to bed, hopefully to get some sleep. G'night.
-Jon
My Sworn Enemy
Soon, oh so soon I will have time... ... ... and by soon I, of course, mean like. I'll have a free day the week of Thanksgiving. Maybe.
Anyways, I have an enemy. The bane of my existence, and this is Jon's Ode to the Bane of His Existence -- My Sworn Enemy:
Oh you, who promised such joy, oh you who looked like such fun. You've gone and ruined my days, and if I wore pantyhose I'm sure you'd have given them runs. You suck.
Oh you, who could have been so great, oh you who try to be so much. You've walked over my soul, and eaten it whole, you've taken my hours -- both day and night -- and scrunched them up really tight. They're gone.
That thing you said you'd do, you didn't. That thing you said you'd say, you lied. Those days you promised we'd go fly kites it seems all you wanted to do was wrap me up tight in the lines.
Tonight was going to be so nice, tonight was going to be relaxed. Then you reared up and sucked up my heart and then you ran off to eat Tokyo. You suck.
Was it good?
-Jon
P.S. Yeah. Can you say "Procrastination?"
SO BEAUTIFUL!!!
Such a wonderful wedding. Seriously. Kyle and Erin's vows were so incredibly good. I kinda gushed at him a bit.
If you didn't know, I'm at a wedding, I'm staying in a hotel suite with two beautiful womens, and I'm about to go party. It's time to party.
-Jon
Yeah. This is My Night
"Hey Boo."
"Uh... who?"
"Hey! Boo!"
"Yeah. Uh. I think you got the wrong number dude."
"Oh... sorry man"
Yeah. This has been my night... ... ... Not really. Actually, my night has been awesome. I don't have to be to work until Tuesday, and I'm tired as hell, and I chilled out with some cool ass dudes, and I had a couple drinks. What a way to warm up for tomorrow.
-Jon
I'm a Moron
So, I'm dumb. I woke up this morning at 20 minutes to 6am, and thought to myself, "Oh S*T! I have to be at my meeting in five minutes!" Jumped up, got dressed and rushed to the store... ... except there wasn't anyone there. And it took me not just a few seconds to realize that I was an hour early.
It was about then that I cried, but only a little, and then came home and started working on some of the stuff I was supposed to get done last night. Ick. What a day today is going to be. I can't wait for tonight, after the show, when I can have a drink and just... decompress. Ugghhhh... Ahh well. My choices, my bed, I'm now lying in it. Figuratively speaking that is. I wish I could lie in my bed right now... oh.... bed... how I miss you.
-Jon
Hrrmmm…
I also never knew that examen was spelled like "ramen" with an "ex" instead of an "r." I, apparently, don't know how to read.
-Jon
New England in the Fall
I love autumn. I really do... the leaves turning (they're not changing -- they were already the golds, reds and oranges that we seen in fall... it's that bastard chlorophyl that keeps them the boring ass green they stay most of the year), the crisp weather keeping me in jeans (and an aloha shirt most of the time), just... you know. Everything about fall. The best place to go witness Autumn is New England, the only region of our country to have it's own football team. Really, think about it... the New England Patriots. What if we had the Mid-West Forgotten? Or the West Coast AssClowns? Actually, I think that'd be cool. Then you could go to Pittsburgh and watch the Forgotten and feel that brotherly love that's supposed to come from the Steel Town's rival, and it'd be alright because everyone loves the Forgotten. Or something. I'm rambling. I have some work I'm avoiding... desperately.
Anyways, the real reason I started this post is because I never noticed before today that Connecticut has a silent 'c' about halfway through... I think I always thought/read it spelled "Conneticut." And I am obviously an idiot. That was really all I had to say. I've gotta be the best procrastinator ever.
-Jon
Exhaustion Sets In
I'm sitting here, working on some projects I need to get done, and I realize that I'm just done. Like, stick a fork in me, I'm done. Ready to collapse onto my bed and sleep away the next three weeks. I know why I'm so tired, of course, but I'm not saying. Why? It's all part of my plan to take over the world, and if I tell you, you might be able to implement it sooner than I will and then take over the world first... and I can't have that.
I'm going to be making a big purchase sometime early next year, and I can't decide what it's going to be. Will I get a bed, or a computer? I know I already have a compy (the lappy -- Trillian), and she rules. But I want a desktop machine... I'm just not sure if I want it that much. I really want a new bed. My bed is the devil. Really, I can feel it trying to eat my soul at night. Every night. And, if I'm going to be honest (and what would I be if I wasn't honest?), that's really what's making me so tired. Yup. It's my nightly battle with my bed for my own immortal soul. Which is pretty sad, really, if you think about it. I'm all tuckered out because of some wood, springs and cloth. I must really suck at bed wars, eh?
-Jon