another fun day of work. it's lonely. out of six hours i estimate i spend an hour and a half with people, and four and a half with clothes. *disgruntled sigh* debi got back from her vacation. she seems to be well. she says rob's exhausted. legend is, too. i'm happier that way. no jumping, no licking, just him laying there looking vaguely cute. (or as cute as a dog could be.)
so rob and debi abducted me after work. i say this because we didn't go home. we went to wal-mart. i am always in such an odd mood after work.... continuous physical activity without mental stimulation... then i get free... then my mind goes off the deep end, and i get to wandering around yodeling, or some such thing. as we browsed in wal-mart i found a fun discovery. wal-mart carries pocky. both strawberry and chocolate. i was amused. "they have pocky!" i cried. "lore likes pocky!! they have pocky at wal-mart!" debi starts looking at me funny. "they have polo shirts at wal-mart! i can be normal at wal-mart!" (i swear i'm going to sig that when i get back home and i can find the exact wording in the looooong irc autolog)
i confused the heck out of debi. it only got worse, since rob is much sillier than i am. much funnier, actually. anyhow, we had a grand old time, and i've got myself more beans. what more could i want from life? =Þ
so after about an hour at walmart we packed into the car again, but this time i had about ten bags of groceries surrounding me, plus i had an egg crate thinger in my lap. debi decides at this point she wants to go to wendy's. it's about twelve fifteen.
well, we decide to go to the one in payson, since we're past any other local ones, and that one's relatively close to home. we get there about twelve twenty five. damn. they closed at midnight. "damn," i say. "if we hadn't left spanish fork... that one's open until two." rob looks at debi. "you want to?" debi considers. debi wants to, but feels it's silly. i sort of threw the whole thing over and voted to go, knowing that if i didn't, i'd end up cooking something for debi's dinner anyhow.
we drive off to spanish fork. it's twelve forty five. we get to the drive thru which is indeed open. we order. rob gets something entirely too complicated. i ask for a baked potato. debi wants nothing more than a large chili. she really wants it, though. they're out. debi grumps. we consider. perhaps the supermarket? no, not the same. hum.... there's another wendy's in provo.... what? you can't be serious? rob picks up the cell phone. who are you calling? i have wendy's number memorized, i'm calling ahead.
hi, mike? when does the wendy's near work close? one?? ok.
rob looks at the time on his cell phone. about twelve of. do you think we can make it? debi is skeptical and things we should pan the whole notion. i'm feeling silly and suggest we try it anyhow. i think debi's secretly rather pleased with this. we jet off to provo at about eighty miles an hour and make it at about three minutes to one. they close at two. we look awfully silly.
so debi gets her chili and all is well with the world. meanwhile, i'm in the back seat trying to eat a potato in the dark with an egg crate in my lap. the whole affair was darned funny. especially since rob's such a joker. he calls mike again. umm, yeah, so the wendy's is open until two, which is important to know if your girlfriend ever really needs a chili this late at night and you try in payson and they're closed so you go to spanish fork and they're out of chilli, but you get to provo and get some. except that would be your wife. yeah. just wanted to explain.
i wish i could be as funny as rob. i'm all envious. i think my humour falls flat with a lot of people. some of my friends think i'm hysterical, but it takes a certain kind of person, and i think people have to get to know me a bit before they know what i'm blathering about. i don't know why it works that way, though. i always feel i'm just not witty enough, clever enough.... half of what people find funny about me is my complete and utter obliviousness resulting in stupidity. yeah, i end up looking fairly stupid with alarmingly frequency.
i guess i'm just feeling overly inferior now, since i haven't seen anyone from school in so long, and the only people i'm talking to are brunchers. (i swear they're all bloody brilliant and they make me look like third grader.) actually, all my coworkers think i'm funny, but i think i have shock value, or something. i'm the weird new yorker. we talk about college experience, and i'm at a rather liberal college, while people like jamie are going to brigham young.... where you get kicked out for things like short skirts. umm. yeah.
everyone i talk to at work wants to leave utah. i think at least five coworkers have said this. no wonder they have so many kids... you lose a large percentage. =Þ
it's amazing how nice people are, but i keep feeling like i have to watch my tongue. i'm pretty liberal even for a new yorker. plus i'm not even christian. it's a good thing i don't curse, but i'm having to watch my damns, hells, and gods. (that's right. there are a whole bunch of those just floating around.) things are going well, though. it's just too boring.
i was calculating how many more days i'll have to pull through. rough estimate is that i have about twenty five more work days if my schedule stays the same. i just want it to go faster. i really wish i felt like i were doing something. i want an end result. this continual straightening only to be mussed again later is beginning to drive me mad. well, not mad, but i'm frustrated. oh well. it'll be over soon enough. then i'll go on to finish pointless tasks for school, then i'll get a pointless job.
i was talking about it with debi today... she's the one who claims that most jobs are pointless. probably true, but i think mine is especially so. in any case, what i said is that what i felt was least pointless in my life was human interaction, and i'm bloody well not getting much, so of course i'm frustrated. *sigh* she asked me if it would be better at home. certainly not. i'd maybe have melinda and anna to talk to, but they aren't really good friends anyhow.
i also think that if i had stayed at home, i wouldn't still be home at this point. i'd have just flipped and found a way to leave by now. whatever is necessary i will do in order not to live with mom. this will be why i will be a success in life. can't afford not to. i have been thinking about life after school a lot. i think i've decided it will work. i won't let it do otherwise. i am quite determined to finally be truly independent. with this strong a motivation, i can't possibly fail. i hope.
anyhow, it's insanely late at night. late start with all the running around.... so i should definitely get to sleep now. g'night.
posted by Unknown at 5:16 AM