Tonight my mom thought the tweeter on my B&W speakers was the 'on' button for my computer, and pushed it in
And once again I can't sleep. My body is exhausted but I just can't fall asleep. Hell, after working an 8 hour day, I went home and ripped out flooring for another 1.5 hours, still can't sleep. It's a mental thing, all in my head. I guess I have a lot on my mind right now and can't shut it off. Only it's not bad things, it's just plans, ideas, adventures. Good things, but it's keeping me up and driving me nuts! You could even say..... I'm tired of it! edit: Something random. Uh, here is a picture a friend posted of me at a party last weekend during the relay-race: ( hell yah we had a giant slip and slide )
I know how it is when getting sleep eludes you. There are times when 1 1/2 hours is all I get. Takes a week to feel normal again. The body can get used to 4-6 hours of sleep a night. I tend to get a lot more done when I'm awake that much. sooner or later, you will sleep.
My job is so fucking unbelievable. I'll try to sum it up by first telling you about the folks I work with: First, there is this supermodel wanna-be chick. Yeah, okay, she is pretty hot, but damn is she completely useless. The girl is constantly fixing her hair or putting on makeup. She is extremely self-centered and has never once considered the needs or wants of anyone but herself. She is as dumb as a box of rocks, and I still find it surprising that she has enough brain power to continue to breathe. The next chick is completely the opposite. She might even be one of the smartest people on the planet. Her career oppertunities are endless, and yet she is here with us. She is a zero on a scale of 1 to 10. I'm not sure she even showers, much less shaves her "womanly" parts. I think she might be a lesbian, because every time we drive by the hardware store, she moans like a cat in heat. But the jewel of the crowd has got to be the fucking stoner. And this guy is more than just your average pothead. In fact, he is baked before he comes to work, during work, and I'm sure after work. He probably hasn't been sober anytime in the last ten years, and he's only 22. He dresses like a beatnik throwback from the 1960's, and to make things worse, he brings his big fucking dog to work. Every fucking day I have to look at this huge Great Dane walk around half-stoned from the second-hand smoke. Hell, sometimes I even think it's trying to talk with its constant bellowing. Also, both of them are constantly hungry, requiring multiple stops to McDonalds and Burger King, every single fucking day. Anyway, I drive these fucktards around in my van and we solve mysteries and shit.
Went back to the playground today and got some video. (how is that for sounding sketchy, lurker!) Did some cool stuff, but I was trying a new pair of gloves which turned out to be too slippery, and I was pretty damn tired. This is my second run of the day, third time ever doing this kind of stuff. [video=youtube;d6DZliZWA-4]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d6DZliZWA-4[/video] It sure is fun. More to come...
With the camera tilted it felt a little like the hallway scene in Inception. Also, This. So at what point did the helicopter moms get freaked out at the burly topless man being filmed while their children played nearby?
Guys, I'm fucking sick of this. I'm almost 20 and haven't been able to score a better job than a fucking cook at a local fast food joint. What makes it worse is that I live in a small town so business is pretty limited, and where I work is the only place that'll hire high school graduates. I'd get the hell out of this town if I could actually drive too, but I've failed every damn test I've ever taken. I'm socially awkward, even my only other co-worker fucking hates my guts. I have repressed lust for one of my best friends too; she's athletic, smart and a gorgeous southern bell. I love her. You know what it's like; I've been friend zoned real hard. She's my only real friend, besides this one kid, who I'm pretty sure is only hanging around me because he is mentally challenged. I guess he's the only one that can tolerate me. And what makes this all fucking worse is that I live in a fucking pineapple under the sea.
