5 months later....

It's been close to 5 months since I have wrote anything here. Before I would see things and forget to write about them, others I could never find the right words. Now however I only see my computer for about 2 days or less during the week and spend most of that time catching up on websites and tv shows I have missed in the interim.



Here a few things that happened in the past 5 months:

• Have had a girlfriend for nearly 5 months


• Have spent more and more nights at her place than my parents


• Have watched Saw 1-4 in anticipation for Saw 5 & 6.


• Have seen Dark Knight, Death Race, Choke, Saw 5 and Twilight in the theater


• Went to see Sevendust and 4 other bands at the Chameleon Club. Funny how I lived in Lancaster for 5 years and never knew where it was in the city.
• Went to Philly for the weekend and saw 'My Name is Bruce' and All American Rejects in concert on South Street.


• Have made more trips to the bar than I did in my 5 years in Lancaster combined


• Have not read any part of any book since I no longer sit at home with nothing to do but play on the internet and watch tv


• Spent a week in Florida where I called my soon to be girlfriend everyday, the result of which is a near $200 bill from using my work cell phone


• Spent a week in Chicago where again I called her everyday, that bill ended up being $200+


• Got a cell phone to prevent future absorbanent bill from work. Still have not quite got the hang of using it to actually call people.


• Carved a pumpkin that clocked in at about 3 and a half hours, went on to carve 4 more with total disregard that Halloween had come and gone.


• Moved into a new office. This was is motion since I started working there 2 and half years ago. Rumor is we will be moving again in 18 to 24 months.


• Just hit the one year mark for having my new car. Does that make it not new anymore?


• Been invited to at least 4 Halloween parties. Costume is The Joker from the Dark Knight. Jill will be my Harley Quinn. We made it to my sister's friends party and one of Jill's friend's party.
• Have a 10 day trip to El Paso planned for the end of the year.

DisneyWorld

That would be the one in Florida for those who can not keep them straight. It was a very long week bookended by a joke of an airport in Lancaster. The only airport I know that once you are through security you are standing outside of the terminal and have to go back in to sit down and wait. The only airport where they throw your luggage on a huge pile when you get back and let you have at it like brides looking for a dress.

After plodding through the Magic Kingdom, Epcot, Hollywood Studios and the Animal Kingdom in oppressive heat and with a whiny niece in tow, I was ready for it to be over by Thursday morning. After a week of making fun of how the employees are more than likely making faces at the little kids from behind the mask and having my deoterant utterly and completely failing everyday, I was ready for it to be over.

If Disney has mastered one thing it is this. They know how to diguise the length of their queue lines like no other. You think you are making progress and then turn the corner to see even more people waiting on line in from of you. Unlike Hershey they at least give you things to look at while you shuffle along in the hour long line for the 5 minute ride. Another huge different from Hershey is that there are no games. The atmosphere of summer fair carnival is absent. They F you in A while putting a smile on your face. There is the animatronic orgy known as Splash Mountain that will illustrate my point if you ever ride it.

The only way to get through the week was to call my "friend" everyday. Hearing her voice allowed me to make continue the week with my family and stay in a tolerable mood. Me and her were able to ignite drama at the annual 4th of July party I usually attend. It was mere hours before I left for vacation, making my departure seem like it was happening at a very bad time. Things changed for the good and the bad after that night.

Recap: Housesitting

Staying in someone else's house and sleeping in their bed when they are not there is kind of weird. By the end of the ordeal, the place was beginning to feel like it was mine. Maybe that is what freedom tastes like.

I made sure to leave the house as close as possible to that way I found it. Apparently I did a really good job since I was questioned whether or not I actually stayed there for the week. The only evidence was a few hairs on a pillow, soda I left in the fridge and a towel in the shower.

The only night I played Wii was Friday night when a girl from work came over for a little while since she had never played before. She beat me. After that we got to talking about work and each other and things did not end smoothly but nothing that could not be mended by a phone call to her as she was driving down the street away from the house. Details of this exchange and subsequent ones are fodder for another day.

I spent most of the week letting the dog in and out of the house every 2o minutes and watching Japanese games shows. I also watched the new HULK movie from the comfort of the couch.

I may get the house again for a few days in August.

Housesitting

I will be housesititng for my supervisor until sometime next Tuesday. Well really it is dog sitting but his house comes with the package. He is leaving the country so who knows what could happen. This means I can play all growed up and be man of the house. I will refrain from trashing the place, calling in strippers and doing anything that invovles "stunts". It could be ungodly boring or might be a nice get away from my current abode. My goal will be to track down the kick ass chinese food that is near his house and play his Wii like I do't have one myself.

At Work

We launch our new website this coming Friday. I will be running low on sleep by that point and so, I will be exhibiting the very thing I was reprimanded for on my review recently, being drowsy at work. They were nice and said I need to work on my attentiveness but we all know what that means. This review marked my second year working there and a milestone of being employed for around 30 months straight if you include me previous job.

Today, my sister said I should get into tattooing. She said she knows people I could practice on and people who I could work for. And for some odd reason my mom thought that would be a great idea and even offered her skin to mark up as long as it was small. I might give it a try, what do I have to lose.

High Risk Activity

Over the weekend I thought I would do a kind gesture and unload the dish washer. I would normally not do this but it was getting extremely difficult to put shit in the sink to be cleaned at a later time. So I emptied the top drawer then opened the door fully and pulled out the bottom drawer to it maximum extension. I was distracted but something and had to cross to the other side of the washer. The only available route was over the top so over I went. I stepped high so I would clear the door and all the pointy utensils sticking out of the basket. It would seem this was a mistake. Upon putting my foot to the floor, a spoon came whizzing past my head at such a high velocity I had no idea what it was until it clanged to a stop against the wall in front of me and fell behind the microwave. My pant leg had launched this spoon into a blur that was inches from hitting me in the head. It could have easily been something sharper and more accurate. I was not aware I need a helmet to unload the dishwasher.

A recent dream

I was wandering through a used book sale at some university. The shelves were packed with both new and old books. I happen across a 'Clockwork Orange' themed 13 month calendar. This had obviously seen better days since the corners where bend, there was a slight warping due to water and the staple was barely able to contain all of the pages. I tucked this under my arm and continued on my way.

Rounding the next corner I spotted Kat Von D, but in this instance, she filled the role of the art student that has been around so long she is now seen as an art professor's assisstant. We had some exchange of words from which all I remember is me saying, "You know where I live, don't even act like you don't." This had something to do with dropping a project off at the art building and then taking her home.

Next thing I know, the both of us are at the end of the checkout line filling huge tupperware bins with tossed salad that has been spread off over the floor. Everything is going as one would expect with such a task until one of the times I look up from the floor to see construction workers walking around and the queue of people is no where in sight. Kat and I look around to see gutted walls in the process of being refurbished and an electrician on a ladder poking around in the ceiling. This electrican then starts a verbal countdown, "3..2..1..". When he reaches the end everything is engulfed in total darkness and moments later I woke up.