"Sometimes when I feel like killing someone, I do a little trick to calm myself down. I'll go over to the persons house and ring the doorbell. When the person comes to the door, I'm gone, but you know what I've left on the porch? A jack-o-lantern with a knife stuck in the side of it's head with a note that says "You." After that I usually feel a lot better, and no harm done."I'm loving the time change. While I am and will continue to always be confused about gaining or losing an hour of sleep until I actually have to wake up for work, I'm pleased to learn I get to sleep in a bit more now. Or actually, I get to wake up the same point and workout without feeling like a drugged monkey. Which is definitely a plus, since I think I've eaten my weight in candy these last three days.
The people on my parking lot park like morons. But I suppose its not their fault since we don't have lines to park between, but still, these inefficiencies bug the hell out of me. I drive my car maybe once a week, if that. So my car is stationary most of the time. I park perfectly normally, in line with everyone else. By the end of the week, it looks like I have completely parked like a moron and am taking up 2 spaces at a right angle to everyone else. And I didn't move the car! I come home at a moderately late hour.. 2am.. and I have to park on the street. Bah. I want reserved spacing. I want everyone to think before they park.
I've been downloading this great series from the mid-nineties that I absolutely fell in love with at the time. They had a season before being canceled, and I am trying to get the whole thing before beginning to watch. I have this bad habit of watching the entire thing nonstop into the wee hours. Good thing I've got a week off from school due to fall break.
I spent the majority of Sunday with Jake and his entourage... from the morning call asking me what time it was, to an afternoon filled with ball bearings, older and less expensive springs, pounding off tires, changing tires to ones with even less tread (??), oil changes, dirty jeans, washing, drying, waxing... all the while with a very sad puppy that just wanted to play stick... even though the tumor on his neck exploded the previous night. Ick. (You didn't click that link, did you?) Too much information?
I guess I'm good for something. Whether it be catching up the gang on the current political mess in Washington, to using brute force to bang (loudly) on rims in the dark (in a residential neighborhood) under a 2,081 pound red echo hatchback on a flimsy jack, driving crazily down the thruway with 5 people in the car, to sneaking in 3 loads of laundry, or even playing fetch with the dog and losing the freaking frisbee TWICE in each of the neighbor's lawns, I found something to bide my time. :) What next?
"You said she was ugly." - RachaelYou know what is funny about quoting people and capturing things on film, now? It's usually followed by a "Don't put that in your blog." Heh.
"I did not. I said she had a horse face." - Jake
We ended up eating at this great mexican restaurant in Farmington. The reviews put it in league of Cinco de Mayo in Buffalo, and while hard to believe, it ended up being just as good. While not busy at all, the food came out quick, the waiter supremely punctual and competent and the food tasted fantastic, extremely authentic. Even had the cheese sauce that everyone loves so heartily. After stuffing myself silly on that, tortilla chips and a helping of fried ice cream, I think I'll avoid food for awhile.
Oh wait. Halloween. Arg! At least I'll be in class when everyone will be walking road cones. And avoiding the candy. Except the pie I have sitting my fridge. Mmmm... pie. PIE. Arrghh. PIIIIIEEEE. (insert bad zombie impression here)
Happy Halloween everyone. Enjoy the warm air and scare a few kids.