So, I'm interested to see what the deal is with this new series called "Beavis and Butthead". Sounds intriguing. I'm intrigued.
Seriously, are they wearing the same clothes? Are they still in the 90s, will this be addressed in the show or will they be even more anachronistic than they were back in the day?
I can't wait 3 hours! This is one of those times that I envy those of you on the east coast, yet, I will be in that time zone soon enough.
I can't take it. Big Bang Theory, Community, Jersey Shore and Beavis and Butthead all on the same night? Too much amusement for a Thursday. I'm going to wake up tomorrow with a hundred new laugh lines.
Can I tell you a secret? Oh, it's not a secret, I think I've rambled on about this before. I have a crush on Sheldon Cooper. He's so fuckin funny! Really. And I love his wardrobe. Quirky colorful t shirts over different colored long sleeve t shirts. I am a big fan of solid print long sleeve t shirts. So, anyway, I have 4 TV crushes that I can think of right at this moment.
Sheldon Cooper
Joel McHale
Jeff Winger
Abed Nadir
So, 2 of them are the same person, I realize this. So, he's the pretty boy smart ass who just makes fun of everyone. Those are entertaining qualities. Even though really, am I really in love with the writers? And why didn't I become a sitcom writer?
So, the other 2 have these robotlike qualities. They have inability to relate to others, to feel empathy, yet at the same time they are brutally honest. Hilarious. I love when people blurt out funny mean things because they are tactless.
Don't worry, the FP is aware of this. He has had his own girlfriends - Nancy Grace, Chelsea Handler, the landlady. We have this kind of open relationship, I guess. He can have his pretend celebrity girlfriends and I can have my TV character boy toys. Is there a TV watchers anonymous? Because I seriously think I need to go to that. I am pretty sure I've seen every That 70s Show and Seinfeld. I've almost seen all of the old Always Sunny In Philadelphia. I am definitely on the way to seeing every episode of Big Bang Theory. I think I will have accomplished that by the time I leave. So, I guess, there are some things I have accomplished with my time off work!
It kind of reminds me of summers when I was in elementary school or junior high. Whenever I did have chores or torture work or have a friend over, I just sprawled out on the carpet in front of the TV all day. Sad, but true. I needed TV to escape from my horrible childhood. Also in college, my friend and I would watch soap operas and shit like that all day long. And chain smoke. And alternate eating at different fast food chains. Gross. I'm not quite that bad now. Oh well, hopefully I'll be back in the working class again soon. I gotta make the most of this time. I don't really watch The Office that much, but it is a Halloween episode.....
Showing posts with label laziness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label laziness. Show all posts
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Not Cool
It's 96 degrees according to my dashboard weather app. Really. It's air conditioning weather. Go ahead, tell me how I have to get used to it. It's hotter and humid in Florida. I know this. Doesn't mean I don't want to enjoy the "perfect" San Diego weather as much as I can before I leave.
Now, several hours later, at 10:04pm, it's still 71 degrees. That's hot for here. I can't complain too much, because I was painting one of my sophisticated critiques of society that I do, and the paint was drying lickety split. Lickety split. You don't hear that phrase much nowadays. And speaking of nowadays, I don't think people say nowadays nowadays, do they?
I think I had a topic to write about today. I should really write them down like I used to. I'm such an unorganized person. As often and desperately I try to turn over new leaves, new bushes, new redwoods sometimes, I can't keep it up. It's like I'm unmotivated, like I have chronic fatigue syndrome, or I'm lazy. Like currently, I have easily over 100 emails in one mailbox, and probably another 150 in another that simply need to be deleted. But the past week or so, I've just been glancing at the emails, opening ones I need to read and disregarding the rest. And I know this is how I tend to miss important emails. But I simply don't want to do it. Maybe I will let so many build up that it will take several hours to delete them all. Then, the day that I finally delete them, that will have been my productive chore for the day.
Speaking of productive chores, this not working thing can make one very unproductive very fast. I mean, before, I would feel like I had to do productive chores for 8 hours a day. Then it became 6, then 3. Now, I'm lucky if I did something that I feel is of worth for an hour. Like I can justify writing this blog as being enough of a task for the whole day.
How the hell am I ever going to be able to work again? Should I just try to get knocked up? So trying to get knocked up would be one job. Being pregnant would be another. Raising a kid would be the next job. And then I could force the FP to get a really good job with benefits and stuff. While I fully realize this whole housewife thing. There really is no need for a full time housewife when your living space is like 600 sq ft and you have no kids or dogs. I think that would be confusing to people. It would be like, what do you do all day? Let's explore this further.
8:30 am Get up, and pour myself an iced coffee from the coffee that the FP brewed 1 - 4 hours prior to my waking up. If there is no brewed coffee, then I ask, "No coffee?" and I make some. Then I get on the computer if the FP is not on it anymore.
9:30 am Maybe take a shit if I'm lucky. I don't have a regular schedule like that.
9:45 am Change clothes and go for a jog.
10:15 am Come back from the jog, maybe do a few pushups, do some exercises with my little 5lb weights.
10:30 am See if there is stuff for lunch. If not, maybe go and make groceries for lunch. Usually I don't plan far ahead enough to get something for dinner, so I come home and ask myself why I didn't get food for dinner too.
11 am Depending on what we're having for lunch, I make it or the FP makes it. He generally makes salads and heats up soups. If we have french bread sandwiches, he makes them. If we have sourdough bread sandwiches, I most likely make them. Stir fry...generally speaking for lunch, the FP makes them.
11:30 am Go back on the computer, to see if anything changed in the past hour. The FP gets the pillows and puts the futon in bed mode and watches his sports shows. If I am tired, then I might lay down also. Yes, I get tired 3 hours after waking. I should have grown up in one of those countries that have siesta. I totally need that. And it doesn't have to be a heavy meal that makes me sleepy. Any meal will make me drowsy 15 - 45 minutes after consumption.
12 pm Fall asleep for an hour.
1 pm Wake up and watch Dan Le Batard Is Highly Questionnable with the FP. We laugh at it and say, "Well, I think this show is funny."
After this, my day gets more varied from the routine. Either I stay on the futon until sometime after the FP goes to work, or I get up and get on the computer, do some packing, maybe do some cleaning if I feel energized. Usually, sometime around 6 pm I tend to stop my chores and watch mindless TV while trying to write this blog. If I'm not fully focused on the blog - like I don't know what to write about or it just isn't good - then I will totally just turn around in the computer chair and watch that episode of That 70s Show that I've seen countless times. If there is dinner to be cooked, then I will start it anywhere between 5 pm and after the FP gets home from work.
If I had a kid or a dog, there would be lots of feeding, walking, entertaining, cleaning up poop and fun stuff like that. But I don't have a kid or a dog. So I'm just a lazy parasite sucking from the unemployment pool. Well, I will be working soon enough, I'm sure. Some crappy low paying job with horrible hours and a mean boss that doesn't know how to manage people or cook.
Man, I really really need to win the lottery!!!
Now, several hours later, at 10:04pm, it's still 71 degrees. That's hot for here. I can't complain too much, because I was painting one of my sophisticated critiques of society that I do, and the paint was drying lickety split. Lickety split. You don't hear that phrase much nowadays. And speaking of nowadays, I don't think people say nowadays nowadays, do they?
I think I had a topic to write about today. I should really write them down like I used to. I'm such an unorganized person. As often and desperately I try to turn over new leaves, new bushes, new redwoods sometimes, I can't keep it up. It's like I'm unmotivated, like I have chronic fatigue syndrome, or I'm lazy. Like currently, I have easily over 100 emails in one mailbox, and probably another 150 in another that simply need to be deleted. But the past week or so, I've just been glancing at the emails, opening ones I need to read and disregarding the rest. And I know this is how I tend to miss important emails. But I simply don't want to do it. Maybe I will let so many build up that it will take several hours to delete them all. Then, the day that I finally delete them, that will have been my productive chore for the day.
Speaking of productive chores, this not working thing can make one very unproductive very fast. I mean, before, I would feel like I had to do productive chores for 8 hours a day. Then it became 6, then 3. Now, I'm lucky if I did something that I feel is of worth for an hour. Like I can justify writing this blog as being enough of a task for the whole day.
How the hell am I ever going to be able to work again? Should I just try to get knocked up? So trying to get knocked up would be one job. Being pregnant would be another. Raising a kid would be the next job. And then I could force the FP to get a really good job with benefits and stuff. While I fully realize this whole housewife thing. There really is no need for a full time housewife when your living space is like 600 sq ft and you have no kids or dogs. I think that would be confusing to people. It would be like, what do you do all day? Let's explore this further.
8:30 am Get up, and pour myself an iced coffee from the coffee that the FP brewed 1 - 4 hours prior to my waking up. If there is no brewed coffee, then I ask, "No coffee?" and I make some. Then I get on the computer if the FP is not on it anymore.
9:30 am Maybe take a shit if I'm lucky. I don't have a regular schedule like that.
9:45 am Change clothes and go for a jog.
10:15 am Come back from the jog, maybe do a few pushups, do some exercises with my little 5lb weights.
10:30 am See if there is stuff for lunch. If not, maybe go and make groceries for lunch. Usually I don't plan far ahead enough to get something for dinner, so I come home and ask myself why I didn't get food for dinner too.
11 am Depending on what we're having for lunch, I make it or the FP makes it. He generally makes salads and heats up soups. If we have french bread sandwiches, he makes them. If we have sourdough bread sandwiches, I most likely make them. Stir fry...generally speaking for lunch, the FP makes them.
11:30 am Go back on the computer, to see if anything changed in the past hour. The FP gets the pillows and puts the futon in bed mode and watches his sports shows. If I am tired, then I might lay down also. Yes, I get tired 3 hours after waking. I should have grown up in one of those countries that have siesta. I totally need that. And it doesn't have to be a heavy meal that makes me sleepy. Any meal will make me drowsy 15 - 45 minutes after consumption.
12 pm Fall asleep for an hour.
1 pm Wake up and watch Dan Le Batard Is Highly Questionnable with the FP. We laugh at it and say, "Well, I think this show is funny."
After this, my day gets more varied from the routine. Either I stay on the futon until sometime after the FP goes to work, or I get up and get on the computer, do some packing, maybe do some cleaning if I feel energized. Usually, sometime around 6 pm I tend to stop my chores and watch mindless TV while trying to write this blog. If I'm not fully focused on the blog - like I don't know what to write about or it just isn't good - then I will totally just turn around in the computer chair and watch that episode of That 70s Show that I've seen countless times. If there is dinner to be cooked, then I will start it anywhere between 5 pm and after the FP gets home from work.
If I had a kid or a dog, there would be lots of feeding, walking, entertaining, cleaning up poop and fun stuff like that. But I don't have a kid or a dog. So I'm just a lazy parasite sucking from the unemployment pool. Well, I will be working soon enough, I'm sure. Some crappy low paying job with horrible hours and a mean boss that doesn't know how to manage people or cook.
Man, I really really need to win the lottery!!!
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Saturday Night Mayhem
So, is it sadder to sit here in the apartment with my cats and fish sober, watching Finding Nemo, or to sit here and drink? I'm not sure. It wasn't meant to be a joke that I'm watching a fish movie with a fish, but do you think I should move the tank closer to the TV? I would love to have a saltwater tank, how cool would that be?
I'm gonna have a wee nip of the sake. Not bad. Not the cheapest shit, but not the most expensive either.
Let me tell you, I'm ready to get the fuck out of here. What I would like to do is fly to Florida and find an apartment and get it set up and then fly back and finish packing and then drive back to Florida. But that's kind of pricey. So, I'll slowly pack and write blogs and paint and maybe write music if the inspiration hits. Well, I have to get more canvases first, and I probably am going to need more paint.
Anyway, it's funny how I feel like I can't imagine ever working again. Like how am I going to get in shape again for standing at least 8 hours a day? Of course, I should be working now, but I can't interview for a job and work a couple weeks and then give notice! Maybe I should just stand all day when I'm home. But I'm too lazy. And, then, I don't want to work for another dumb boss. But, sigh, I know, I won't have any choice. Smart bosses don't want to hire me.
So, I went to take a sip of sake, and a fly was floating around on top. So, I contemplated dumping the whole glass out, but that would be a waste. So I got a spoon to scoop it out. When I thought I had it in the spoon, it disappeared. It wasn't in the spoon or the glass. I looked on the counter, and it was there, but it flew away. So it was just having a little nip of the sake as well. But do you think it peed in my sake?
I've been wanting to get more tattoo work. It's weird, because I just got one several months ago, but now I already want another. I've been contemplating sampaguita flowers kind of around my mom's name. I've also been liking day of the dead tattoos, but I don't feel like it's meaningful enough - after all I'm not latino, so it's kind of poserish. Maybe I'll just get a picture or paint a day of the dead skull - maybe a day of the dead maneki neko instead. Anyway, I'll have to use a tattoo as motivation to getting a job (along with being able to pay bills and buy food).
Hey, that fly keeps coming back to my glass!
Anyway, I admit this blog entry is kind of not very interesting. What's interesting is if you go to my blog about my dad and read my latest installment. It's interesting in a not funny way painful childhood horror kind of way, FYI. Or if you are into food, you can read my food blog. If you click on my profile, it will list my other blogs and you can read those. I probably should have waited to write this after I finished the bottle of sake, not before I cracked it open, LOL!
I'm gonna have a wee nip of the sake. Not bad. Not the cheapest shit, but not the most expensive either.
Let me tell you, I'm ready to get the fuck out of here. What I would like to do is fly to Florida and find an apartment and get it set up and then fly back and finish packing and then drive back to Florida. But that's kind of pricey. So, I'll slowly pack and write blogs and paint and maybe write music if the inspiration hits. Well, I have to get more canvases first, and I probably am going to need more paint.
Anyway, it's funny how I feel like I can't imagine ever working again. Like how am I going to get in shape again for standing at least 8 hours a day? Of course, I should be working now, but I can't interview for a job and work a couple weeks and then give notice! Maybe I should just stand all day when I'm home. But I'm too lazy. And, then, I don't want to work for another dumb boss. But, sigh, I know, I won't have any choice. Smart bosses don't want to hire me.
So, I went to take a sip of sake, and a fly was floating around on top. So, I contemplated dumping the whole glass out, but that would be a waste. So I got a spoon to scoop it out. When I thought I had it in the spoon, it disappeared. It wasn't in the spoon or the glass. I looked on the counter, and it was there, but it flew away. So it was just having a little nip of the sake as well. But do you think it peed in my sake?
I've been wanting to get more tattoo work. It's weird, because I just got one several months ago, but now I already want another. I've been contemplating sampaguita flowers kind of around my mom's name. I've also been liking day of the dead tattoos, but I don't feel like it's meaningful enough - after all I'm not latino, so it's kind of poserish. Maybe I'll just get a picture or paint a day of the dead skull - maybe a day of the dead maneki neko instead. Anyway, I'll have to use a tattoo as motivation to getting a job (along with being able to pay bills and buy food).
Hey, that fly keeps coming back to my glass!
Anyway, I admit this blog entry is kind of not very interesting. What's interesting is if you go to my blog about my dad and read my latest installment. It's interesting in a not funny way painful childhood horror kind of way, FYI. Or if you are into food, you can read my food blog. If you click on my profile, it will list my other blogs and you can read those. I probably should have waited to write this after I finished the bottle of sake, not before I cracked it open, LOL!
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Poem Day
So, I posted an old poem on the other blog, "A Personal Story". So, why don't I post one on here too?
Guess I feel lazy today, so why the hell not?
Grandfather's Dentures
My grandfather reaches
with moist fingers
to take out his teeth
and scare my sisters
and me.
Gums and all,
he puts his teeth
in the greasy glass
filled with cloudy water.
He chases us
begging for kisses.
My sisters are
disgusted and scared,
they run away
from the sucking
formless lips,
try to hide.
Not me,
I know those
teeth in the dirty
water aren't real.
Hmm..... I really have no idea what the end means. Well, honestly, sometimes my meaning isn't what it seems. Anyway, that was a poem from 10/12/95. That would have been at Emerson. I forget that old guy, the professor's name. He was something else. Bill....something or other.
Guess I feel lazy today, so why the hell not?
Grandfather's Dentures
My grandfather reaches
with moist fingers
to take out his teeth
and scare my sisters
and me.
Gums and all,
he puts his teeth
in the greasy glass
filled with cloudy water.
He chases us
begging for kisses.
My sisters are
disgusted and scared,
they run away
from the sucking
formless lips,
try to hide.
Not me,
I know those
teeth in the dirty
water aren't real.
Hmm..... I really have no idea what the end means. Well, honestly, sometimes my meaning isn't what it seems. Anyway, that was a poem from 10/12/95. That would have been at Emerson. I forget that old guy, the professor's name. He was something else. Bill....something or other.
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