*****REPRIEVE FROM THE HEAT AT LONG LAST!!*****
Not that I'm out in the sun all that much during the summer anyway, as anyone that's known me even remotely well over the past few years can attest to, but just the thought of heat, and of driving around in my truck, or even walking from the truck to get inside a nice cool mall, job, or movie theatre was too much for my white-ish/gray-ish skin to handle. My skin burns and cries out at the horrible treatment it gets from the ole Austin sunshine.
Hell, even the nights here in Austin during the summer feel like you're having your lungs dry-vacked out of you. I'd go to pick up Kris from Spencer's, and even arriving early, would avoid the temptation to go out and smoke a cigarette and watch the sunset. There are several reasons for this:
1.) I didn't like the feeling of breathing through a wet cloth.
2.) It was even too damn hot during the night.
But Hallelujah! The cold fronts are a comin'! And I feel better already...
Except now the super allergies have started and my head feels like someone's banging a gong in there.
And what's with this whole getting old business??? In my youth, which apparently ended sometime last year, I could stay up until two in the morning, get four hours of sleep, and be wide awake and alert the next day and do the same thing all over again the next night! Instead, I find myself feeling drowsy at 9:30, and I consider it a good thing if I'm in bed before midnight! What the hell happened to me?! That used to be sacrilege! And I feel like I've wasted the day away if I'm not up and around by 9:30 on the weekends.. That's the weekends! Getting out of bed early on the weekends used to mean noon. And I considered the world lucky if they could pull me out of the house before 2 on a Saturday afternoon.
What's going to happen next? Am I going to start planning a future for little Shawn's to run amuck?! Man, I'm starting to get freaked out here...
More to come...
Monday, September 29, 2003
*******THE NIGHTMARE FACTORY COMETH!*******
Yes, it began with a bang! I don't think I heard one person this weekend come out saying that they weren't impressed. That was definately a plus. I certainly hope, though, that this year turns out to be the best so NIghtmare Factory can continue it's legacy (albeit, in a different location).
And what's going on with these drivers lately??? Yesterday I thought it was a day long happy hour or something the way people were driving like they had hit the bottle a bit earlier then usual. Kris and I were almost plowed by about eight different cars.
More to come...
Friday, September 26, 2003
**********NIGHTMARE FACTORY**************
Tonight starts the final season of The Nightmare Factory... and with the addition of many different scenes, and the fact that they brought Nightmare Factory back to "old school" (Seeing as this will be my fourth year at Nightmare Factory, old school to me means tons of blacklights and neon paint... but oh no, not this year!!).
And I've just learned that people from Cananda really do say "Eh?" quite a bit! Wow.. I just thought it was one of those myths about certain cultures or countries.
More to come...
Tuesday, September 16, 2003
******LAST WEEK AND THE NEW HOPE******
Now, I like to be the first one while telling tales how horrible and rotten my luck is. Or how horrible and rotten things have been, and overly dramatize how things are never going to get better.
But man, if anyone's heard the tales of last week, they'd have to at least see where I'm coming from.
Monday of last week, we stopped over at the good ole UHCU (no, not a university) to apply for a loan so I could pay off VISA and put a large chunk down on the fine that I have to pay. D-E-N-I-E-D. Yep. Oh well. Kris co signed with me, but still to no avail. Figured my credit was that horrible that not even Kris's good name could spare me the atrocities of bad credit. Alas, we tried again on Wednesday at her bank, all by herself, and still denied. Why? Because her mother took out a loan in her name a while ago and never bothered paying it back. I remember this after my time spent in Maryland when this was discussed.
Okay, that was up until Wednesday, so not only do I have to worry about my credit, as well as my probation, I now have to get a letter from my employment stating that they know that I'm on probation. Because I was working for a financial institution, their policies regarding my certain situation were, "Eh? Get rid of 'im".
And that's exactly what they did.
So, Thursday, after wallowing in self pity throughout the course of the evening and watching B grade horror movies (oh yes, fear Dawn of the Dead) I awoke Friday with the stupid misconception that Kris and I had finally sunk as low as we possibly could. Until 2:00. I had finally returned from searching for jobs at everywhere, including, a porn shack, when I get a call from Kris:
Kris: Shawn, I can't find my keys. I think I left them in back.
Me: Well, go and find them. Remember you work in Hoodland (aka Highland) Mall.
Kris: Okay....
ten minutes later...
Kris: Hello?
Me: You find 'em?
Kris: No. And the car's gone. They stole my car.
I keep having the strangest notion that someone's out to snuff my dear fiance. Early August her purse was snatched from the ghetto ass store, and now her car.
More to come....
Thursday, September 11, 2003
********STRAW'S IN THE DISHWASHER??********
Last night we're sitting on our man-eating couch, drinking milk through straws (don't ask me... I dunno) when I realize that there's nothing coming through. This begins to worry me because I have such a fear of drinking curdled milk. I sniff the contents of the glass and receive nothing but the sweet, creamy scent of cow juice. Nope. Nothing wrong there. I take out the straw and see that it's bent and split in the middle. No big deal. I casually say, to really no one but myself, "Ah, the straw's bent! That's what's wrong!."
Kris just raises her eyebrows and casually (like this is a common practice in every household) "It must've got bent in the dishwasher.."
Uh. Okay. Look, we may be poor, but I think we can scrounge up enough loose change to buy a package of straws. This completely blew my mind. I've never heard of anyone washing straw's before, let alone in the dishwasher. Now, if it's one of those expensive $3.99 silly straw's, well that's another thing, but I'm talking about the straw's you get at Sonic or Whataburger. Where the tip might have a little flex in it.
I guess I finally have a good idea of an anniversary present for her, huh?
"Here honey, I bought you a 200 count package of straws...."
In other news: This week has been bad. Straight up bad. Let's hope the weekend's worth it.
More to come...
