i should be sleeping....
...and i think i will be shortly. my brain's on overdrive, as usual. seen a lot of movies lately, thru the magic of netflix and hbo. finally saw hairspray. pretty good, except for john travolta, who did his very best to ruin the movie. he didn't quite succeed. points for james marsden finally playing a role that seemed to fit him, and in which i didn't want to kill him for being such a little pansy. saw bits and pieces of evan almighty, while jeff watched it. meh. bruce almighty was much, MUCH better. saw one hour photo. creep factor EXTREMELY high. robin williams is really a psycho, especially considering he can turn around and make a movie like man of the year, which was surprisingly good, despite the fact that he just spent a lot of the movie doing his stand up. but then, his stand up is good, so...saw crank. jason statham is an awesome antihero. you must watch it to see the car on the escalator. have popcorn. s'all i'm sayin'. saw bits and pieces of live free or die hard. it has the chick from final destination 3 as his daughter. that's just weird. it's in the netflix cue to watch again, and actually pay attention to. there've been quite a few others as well, but those are all that come to mind.
been hearing a lot of new music lately thanx to someone, so i have new stuff to download.
i still have to upload the pix from memorial day weekend...
and get a job...
and *oh yes!* do housework! -_- *sigh*
i've been sleeping like absolute ass lately. don't know why. lots of tossing and turning and waking up. not fun.
jeff is my hero. he's been killing lots of spiders for me. lots of BIG spiders. quarter to half-dollar sized spiders, that spew guts all over when you squish them. my baby's brave. i am not.
haven't had a chance to test the pills the doc gave me yet. finally had pain for the first time since the colonoscopy today, but it was at practice, and i didn't have the pills with me, of course. speaking of practice, it was a lot of fun today. another practice and possibly a scrimmage on thursday, to make up for the fact that we have no actual game. if circle time is willing and available, we're gonna play them again. anyone wanna come see....? i'll post details if it's for sure, and if any of you are interested.
not quite out of unemployment money yet; got a check saturday, and it looks like i'm allotted one more check, tho it will only be half. then i need to try and refile. that'll be interesting...
i have to update my list...i haven't done that in ages, and i think i've got a few things to cross off. not now tho...cuz, ya know. procrastination is king, right? now i have a sade song in my head...
contemplating driving back from mammoth for our second game against the jr. rebels continues...lots of pondering...jeff's on the fence. i may go without him, if he doesn't wanna make the drive. in fact, i will go, with or without him. mammoth's only a four hour drive. no big. i used to drive to la and back in one day. i can handle four hours to play the jr. rebels and be there for my team.
i found poetry from my senior year of high school. i'm scared to open that particular time capsule and examine it too closely. i think i wrote over 300 poems that year. almost all of them prolly had to do with the color/feeling/emotion/place/whatever black. i was so emo...*sigh* what a sad, sad little child i was. if i'd only known...it's funny how important everything seemed in high school. and i guess, the truth is, it was, cuz we didn't know any better, and how could we? i just wonder if i'll go thru the same realization in another twenty years, looking back on now, and going, "what the fuck was WRONG with me???". i hope not. but i must humbly admit it's possible...
it's been good to be away, and to be separate for awhile. i need this. i need to have my little bits of separateness more often. i need me time. being unemployed does not count as me time, cuz it's not voluntary, it just is. choosing to be separate is entirely different, and it's been good for me.
fuck the goddamn government. jeff and i are getting a marriage license. stupid fucking conservative, closed-minded, ignorant, self-righteous, hypocritical bastards can kiss my ass.
i'm gonna try to go to bed now. i should prolly lj-cut this...
been hearing a lot of new music lately thanx to someone, so i have new stuff to download.
i still have to upload the pix from memorial day weekend...
and get a job...
and *oh yes!* do housework! -_- *sigh*
i've been sleeping like absolute ass lately. don't know why. lots of tossing and turning and waking up. not fun.
jeff is my hero. he's been killing lots of spiders for me. lots of BIG spiders. quarter to half-dollar sized spiders, that spew guts all over when you squish them. my baby's brave. i am not.
haven't had a chance to test the pills the doc gave me yet. finally had pain for the first time since the colonoscopy today, but it was at practice, and i didn't have the pills with me, of course. speaking of practice, it was a lot of fun today. another practice and possibly a scrimmage on thursday, to make up for the fact that we have no actual game. if circle time is willing and available, we're gonna play them again. anyone wanna come see....? i'll post details if it's for sure, and if any of you are interested.
not quite out of unemployment money yet; got a check saturday, and it looks like i'm allotted one more check, tho it will only be half. then i need to try and refile. that'll be interesting...
i have to update my list...i haven't done that in ages, and i think i've got a few things to cross off. not now tho...cuz, ya know. procrastination is king, right? now i have a sade song in my head...
contemplating driving back from mammoth for our second game against the jr. rebels continues...lots of pondering...jeff's on the fence. i may go without him, if he doesn't wanna make the drive. in fact, i will go, with or without him. mammoth's only a four hour drive. no big. i used to drive to la and back in one day. i can handle four hours to play the jr. rebels and be there for my team.
i found poetry from my senior year of high school. i'm scared to open that particular time capsule and examine it too closely. i think i wrote over 300 poems that year. almost all of them prolly had to do with the color/feeling/emotion/place/whatever black. i was so emo...*sigh* what a sad, sad little child i was. if i'd only known...it's funny how important everything seemed in high school. and i guess, the truth is, it was, cuz we didn't know any better, and how could we? i just wonder if i'll go thru the same realization in another twenty years, looking back on now, and going, "what the fuck was WRONG with me???". i hope not. but i must humbly admit it's possible...
it's been good to be away, and to be separate for awhile. i need this. i need to have my little bits of separateness more often. i need me time. being unemployed does not count as me time, cuz it's not voluntary, it just is. choosing to be separate is entirely different, and it's been good for me.
fuck the goddamn government. jeff and i are getting a marriage license. stupid fucking conservative, closed-minded, ignorant, self-righteous, hypocritical bastards can kiss my ass.
i'm gonna try to go to bed now. i should prolly lj-cut this...