so today the carpet person returned rather unexpectedly. good thing he waited until three or else i might just have been lazy enough to still not be dressed for the day. (i stayed up until seven twenty or so reading something completely useless. *sigh*) in any case, this time it wasn't just carpet guy. he brought an assistant named ricky who told me he was sixteen, i think. he was sort of funny, actually, and talked like mad. i've never been teased so much by someone i just met before in my life. ended up being fairly interesting.

so of course when the two of them showed up i was on the computer. what else do i do with my time of late? anyhow, so i was actually in the middle of a conversation and attempting to still pay attention while i was continually walking away from the computer and moving furniture. things got more interesting as i attempted to keep up. first i had to get rid of my chair, then they rolled the carpet right up to the desk, then i ended up entering some amount of gibberish due to having the keyboard fall off the drawer combined with my attempts to catch it.

anyhow.... so this led to ricky (the sixteen year old assistant) asking numerous odd questions about what i was doing online, what i usually do online... oh, i see you have diablo... (debi's. not my addiction, thankfully.) anyhow, this somehow led into an hour or so of, "but you never know who you're talking to and maybe you're being stalked." (yes, this is bloody likely.) twenty minutes of odd suppositions... "maybe that guy you talked to is actually howard stern. or bill clinton. or my gym teacher." ten minutes on the benefits of a stun gun when facing a larger opponent... "i could take down a 250 lb linebacker if i had a stun gun!" a half hour of odd assertions... "actually, that's *me* you were talking to. you know how i have this cell phone? well every time i go outside to the truck...." and then my attempts to actually argue with this ridiculousness... "ok, so if you are the guy i'm talking to, then i'm not afraid. i think i could take you in a fight." "not if i had a stun gun." *snerk*

meanwhile, to mix it all up, ricky was throwing in frequent assertions that bill (the *original* carpet man) was studly. bill seemed somewhat confused. it was so random and just overwhelming, but highly amusing nonetheless. then debi got home, and ricky preceded to warn her that i must be carefully watched. my internet habits, you know. i'm dangerous. or something.

in any case, everything is back to normal now, and the carpet no longer flies. darn! hopefully though, this means legend will quit whinging when i try to put him in his cage at the end of the night. i think having it across the room freaked him out. we started keeping him in the bathroom to attempt to placate him, but he still whinged, and then it was right next to my bedroom. even more thrilling.

well, so after that debi and i actually did the laundry. ok, let's be more precise. i did the laundry. debi drove to the laundromat and paid for it. that's basically the breakdown. i hauled her whole wardrobe (and my two loads of wash [dark and not quite as dark, therefore "light"]) up the stairs, stashed it in the car with difficulty, and loaded the machines, added the money, and folded a decent portion of her clothes as well as all of mine. then i hauled it all back into the car and back downstairs. bleargh. debi has way too much clothing. we did ten loads of wash. (including the two of mine.) the whole process took about two and a half hours. bleh. way too much trouble for laundry. wish i were back at school.....

so for a couple rather stupid reasons i decided to fuddle around a bit, and i created a new blog. it's all in french, and i just wanted to see about sticking one on a free provider, then maybe futzing with formatting. so if i fuddle with that one, maybe i can learn and fix this one, since it looks awful. in any case, i also get to see if i can attempt to update it with some frequency and actually practice writing in french, since i'm so terrible at it. wish i had more opportunity to practice speaking, too, since that'd make my ego feel better about my inability to spell...

midsummer colds suck, and i'm congested and unhappy. so of course being the genius that i am, i consoled myself by drinking chocolate milk. brilliant. now i can hardly tell i have a nose due to further increased congestion. wait wait. i can bring this line of thought over to "i miss school" quite effectively! ahem... "if cara were here she'd have zinc lozenges, vitamin c pills, that awful orange powder stuff, and special tea and all... i'd be better in no time. (or i'd keel over and die from all the nasty remedies.) i wish i were still living with cara. i miss school."

*grin* i'm so good at this game! "look, i bought a kumquat," "my steering wheel is too hot," and "hey, this shirt is fading" are all thoughts i can convert over to "i miss school" within a matter of seconds. i think i'm even getting better at this game than i was last month. by the end of the summer i'll be pro... "hi! i'm steve." "i miss school."

only nineteen days until i give notice at work. only twenty four days until i leave utah. *grin* i wonder if i can stretch my laundry out to last twenty four days? ooh, i love a good challenge.

meanwhile, tomorrow i'll get paid, i'll practice, i'll wave good bye to debi for the weekend, and i'll have my last day of laziness before four more days of work. whoo. i love k mart. if i say that enough, i'll believe it. =Þ

debi told me today that she can't express to me how glad she is that i'm here with her right now. she said that if i wasn't, then she'd probably have to take mom up on her offer of coming out here. (oh! the horror!) it's odd, because i don't feel like i'm doing all that much. well, actually, i'm doing live in maid service for the unambitious. i was going to actually get over my personal issues and attempt to cook debi a real dinner soon... went so far as taking a steak (eek!) out of the freezer, but then realized debi can't chew anything yet. what on earth am i supposed to be doing for her anyway? she's still subsisting on yoghurt, ramen, overcooked macaroni and cheese, and applesauce. flargh. i feel like i'm rather useless. there's really little you can do for someone when their entire mouth is on fire with pain, but they've already taken medicine, and they're just waiting for it to kick in. i hate feeling useless. hate hate hate.

in any case, i'm still in a good mood, i'm still bored to death, and i'm still stuck here broke. hum. maybe it'll all magically change tomorrow. :) g'night.
posted by Unknown at 1:10 AM