20 August 2008
Post Post Script
I decided against the peanut butter and marmalade...I've mixed brown sugar and peanut butter...I'm eating it plain.
Another late ni...allnighter
0344 hours is a heck of a time to start typing up something that may continue on for a while.
Since Friday the 15th (last week) I've worked every day. Friday I worked 16 hours and Monday I worked 16 hours. I'm thinking about doing it again tonight. But then, I probably won't. There are so much better things to do all night than work - such as sleep. I'm working all these shifts partially because I have to take shifts if I want people to take my shifts during my trip and partially because I want the money that will be coming my way.
I'm excited for the trip: Orange County from Friday afternoon until Monday noon. San Diego from Monday until Thursday. Wasatch-Cache Nat'l Forest from Thursday until Saturday.
The reason that all of this is going to be possible is because Grant Harward from my German 101 class last spring is going down to OC to visit family and wanted someone to split the gas money with. Michael McPhie just happens to be coming up a week later and has his gas paid for by the company that employs him. Having friends in SoCal doesn't hurt a thing either.
Not only am I going down there, but Brittany Brown and Sarah Schow are going to go with me. Brittany's never seen the ocean nor been to California. It'll be my second time in Cali and my 4th time at the beach.
Joseph Scoville and Danny Ng are going to be home alone for that time because Seth Winsor is in North Carolina with his family.
I just interupted my post for laundry. I figured that it would be an okay time to do it since I'd probably be up for a while anyway and I may as well get something done in the mean time. As I always do when I go downstairs, I sifted through the many second hand items in the DI Barrell. Every time that happens, I invariably find a book that at some point could turn out to be interesting. Well, tonight I found one that is not only mildly attractive but that is very important to me. I chucked the copy of So Many Books, So Little Time on top of a couple DVDs that I spotted and sent my wash through.
I spent the next few minutes looking at old clothes that people were throwing away and afterwards thought that it would be dumb to go all the way back upstairs when I could just stay another 20 minutes here reading so I picked up what I thought would be a little boring and began a journey. Granted, I'm only on chapter 4 of my journey but it's a journey none-the-less.
I'm not going to try to tell you about what the book is, but if you find yourself involved in books quite often and aren't really sure about which type you like the best, you should pick this one up. I do believe that I'll start reading more non-fiction now.
Life, again. It's now 0529 and I'm not really interested in bed except that I know in 8 hours I have to be to work again. Needless to say, I've decided not to work another double.
Random:
I tend to eat just about all of anything that I have. And in odd ways sometimes. I am looking back on what I've consumed in the last 24 hours and it's pitiful. I got home from a double at work and cooked an entire can of generic SPAM or as Seth enjoys, Luncheon Loaf. I just sliced it and fried it, and my intention was to give some to Angelica Mamani and Janette Toolson because Angelica wasn't disgusted with it and Janette has never had the pleasure.
They turned out not to be home so I wandered around the Campus Plaza apartment complex in a half-dazed way, in my PJs, holding a plate of cooked SPAM and munching away. I nearly devoured the whole can right then but because of the slight nauseousness that I get when I have too much grease I desisted with 5 slices left. I wanted to balance out the spaminimity so I had some frozen vegetables and conked out on the living room floor for the next 5 or 6 hours. ThEn, I proceded to polish off the can.
Because I was already late for work, I'm nearly sure that I didn't eat anything else except a chocolate chip cookie and approximately 2 cups of Rocky Road ice cream. At work I had another cookie that was probably burnt and a mug full of strawberry/kiwi and cranberry juice. Needless to say I was hungry when I got home and I mixed some tuna and ranch dressing together with corn niblets. Those I plopped on deli sliced turkey to make miniscule and odd burritos, maybe. Now only 5 hours later, I'm eating a spoonful of peanut butter dipped in orange marmalade...I feel that I've sunken to a new low...which is very low...for me.
Since Friday the 15th (last week) I've worked every day. Friday I worked 16 hours and Monday I worked 16 hours. I'm thinking about doing it again tonight. But then, I probably won't. There are so much better things to do all night than work - such as sleep. I'm working all these shifts partially because I have to take shifts if I want people to take my shifts during my trip and partially because I want the money that will be coming my way.
I'm excited for the trip: Orange County from Friday afternoon until Monday noon. San Diego from Monday until Thursday. Wasatch-Cache Nat'l Forest from Thursday until Saturday.
The reason that all of this is going to be possible is because Grant Harward from my German 101 class last spring is going down to OC to visit family and wanted someone to split the gas money with. Michael McPhie just happens to be coming up a week later and has his gas paid for by the company that employs him. Having friends in SoCal doesn't hurt a thing either.
Not only am I going down there, but Brittany Brown and Sarah Schow are going to go with me. Brittany's never seen the ocean nor been to California. It'll be my second time in Cali and my 4th time at the beach.
Joseph Scoville and Danny Ng are going to be home alone for that time because Seth Winsor is in North Carolina with his family.
I just interupted my post for laundry. I figured that it would be an okay time to do it since I'd probably be up for a while anyway and I may as well get something done in the mean time. As I always do when I go downstairs, I sifted through the many second hand items in the DI Barrell. Every time that happens, I invariably find a book that at some point could turn out to be interesting. Well, tonight I found one that is not only mildly attractive but that is very important to me. I chucked the copy of So Many Books, So Little Time on top of a couple DVDs that I spotted and sent my wash through.
I spent the next few minutes looking at old clothes that people were throwing away and afterwards thought that it would be dumb to go all the way back upstairs when I could just stay another 20 minutes here reading so I picked up what I thought would be a little boring and began a journey. Granted, I'm only on chapter 4 of my journey but it's a journey none-the-less.
I'm not going to try to tell you about what the book is, but if you find yourself involved in books quite often and aren't really sure about which type you like the best, you should pick this one up. I do believe that I'll start reading more non-fiction now.
Life, again. It's now 0529 and I'm not really interested in bed except that I know in 8 hours I have to be to work again. Needless to say, I've decided not to work another double.
Random:
I tend to eat just about all of anything that I have. And in odd ways sometimes. I am looking back on what I've consumed in the last 24 hours and it's pitiful. I got home from a double at work and cooked an entire can of generic SPAM or as Seth enjoys, Luncheon Loaf. I just sliced it and fried it, and my intention was to give some to Angelica Mamani and Janette Toolson because Angelica wasn't disgusted with it and Janette has never had the pleasure.
They turned out not to be home so I wandered around the Campus Plaza apartment complex in a half-dazed way, in my PJs, holding a plate of cooked SPAM and munching away. I nearly devoured the whole can right then but because of the slight nauseousness that I get when I have too much grease I desisted with 5 slices left. I wanted to balance out the spaminimity so I had some frozen vegetables and conked out on the living room floor for the next 5 or 6 hours. ThEn, I proceded to polish off the can.
Because I was already late for work, I'm nearly sure that I didn't eat anything else except a chocolate chip cookie and approximately 2 cups of Rocky Road ice cream. At work I had another cookie that was probably burnt and a mug full of strawberry/kiwi and cranberry juice. Needless to say I was hungry when I got home and I mixed some tuna and ranch dressing together with corn niblets. Those I plopped on deli sliced turkey to make miniscule and odd burritos, maybe. Now only 5 hours later, I'm eating a spoonful of peanut butter dipped in orange marmalade...I feel that I've sunken to a new low...which is very low...for me.
04 August 2008
so-so
I've got a test on every anatomy term that I've learned in the last 9 lab classes that I've had. I've also just opened an email from my friend's brother that has some hilarious, amazing and disturbing images on it. I'm falling asleep in the middle of the day.
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