evil minds that plot destruction..

sorcerer of death’s construction.

ah life.  you are POISON.  haha.

i can’t wait to be done with this job, my gosh.

it’ll be good money when it’s done, but man, i need to get out of here.

COOL > MY JOB.

with or without you

has never hit home like this before.

drug tests

are very embarassing.  especially when the women who do it are older than EVERYONE EVER, and they’re hooked up to oxygen tanks.

and yeah. fun!

heroes.

so it’s probably the best show on tv right now.

i’m fantastically hooked.

after every episode i have about 30 seconds where i can’t breathe.

and then i normally say “OH MY GOD.”

and count down the hours until next monday.

good job nbc.  good job.

today. was. adventurous.

i started my day bright and early (by bright and early i mean about 10.30)

i got up as i normally do, checked my email as i normally do, check my myspace as i normally do, and check any other form of communicational programs i have on my computer, as i normally do.

then, after getting dressed in shabby, yet sensible clothing, i was on my way….just down the street, where i had to rummage through things at my old house, to figure out what i wanted to keep and what i wanted to throw away. after all this haberdashery was done, i got a quick bite to eat. after being fully satisfied from the dollar menu at taco bell, i proceeded to look for some boxes so i could ship some of the stuff i had just gathered back home. this  to be more arduous as i thought, but i finally scammed some off an old lad. haha, the best scams can be pulled off old ladies, especially for some boxes.

i made my way to the post office, only to realize the post office was closed, i was quite perplexed at this, knowing that today was not sunday, or was it? i pondered it for a moment and then the face of James K. Polk, our 11th president, and Ulysses S. Grant, our 17th, showed up in my mind. “Daniel,” they spoke, Today is our holiday, remember uss…remember…

It then donned on me that of course! today was president’s day, oh what a fool i had been. How could i forget such a great holiday!

Quite. easily. I mumbled some cursey words, and got back in the car. my next stop?

You guessed it, Frank Stallone….who just happened to be working at the UPS store.

Frank greeted me with a firm handshake, and asked, “what can i do for you today?”

i stood astonished, the man responsible for such hits as “Far From Over” and “Far From Over” was standing right before me!

Then, i realized, it wasn’t Frank at all, but an aged Indian man, who was very ill tempered and impatient.

I asked the man behind the counter how much it would cost to ship said packages. “$50″ was his reply.

“Oh my! ” I replied. “that is way more than i have. “

“Then get the hell out of my store!” The aged Indian replied.

“Oh this is FAR FROM OVER!!!!!! YOU HEAR ME DARLING?!“

I harrumphed and left the store.

I came home and unpacked my belongings, trying to figure out how i could get them home. Did i really want to pay $50 dollar? hardly.

I came to the decision that I would just have to take them on the plane with me. I also came to the conclusion that it really isn’t that much stuff, it’s just that books are heavy, and Indians aren’t fair.

Coming home, I realized the apartment was rather dirty, and I very much wanted to fix that, so I decided to CLEAN!

and clean I DID! oh my eyes, I did.

after a dashing and heroic cleaning, I did something drastic…I shaved my head.

NO NOT YET OH TRUE BELIEVERS>

But, I did sort through all my clothes, and I have quite alot to give away.

HURRAH!

Then, after all this was said and done, I met a friend for coffee, it was light hearted and great.

a perfect way to end the day, for sure.

IT’S OVER! until HEROES!

the more blogs you have, the more power you have.

it’s true, i read it somewhere.

..maybe.

anyways, life is chugging away rather ungracefully these days (although i certainly do know there’s alot of grace on my life. ), but whatever.

i’ve been thinking about what my next move should be, what i should do about certain things

and i’ve come to a long list of decisions.

i’ve made up my mind about them, and they’re not going to change.

it is only the movement i need now. and that’s the hard part.

the rumours on certain things are true, and other ones are just that, rumours.

and yes, i am always decidingly vague.