I just searched for a someecard that says “I’m sorry you trusted me to do that thing that I clearly should never be trusted to do.” Why? B/c I tried to cut this guy at work’s hair, and after around 45 seconds and 6 cuts of the scissor I placed an emergency call to Dawne and then got the humiliating and remorse filled pleasure of watching Dawne try to repair the irreparable damage. I hang my head in shame. Jonathon said that what would have made the experience better would be if it had been the first time we had ever met… “better” being a very loose use of the word. And when Derek just asked me to cut his hair… I said no. Not unless I get 7-8 shots of Rum like the last good hair cut I preformed. See, I’m a good learner.
After a bit of a miserable day yesterday that included a 4:45 am wake up call (ON A SUNDAY), to work, on a video of some importance/borance (Like Will Shakespeare, I just made that word up), two donuts ( I totally deserved them), and being thoroughly disgruntled that someone would dare interrupt my attempt at a nap by ringing the doorbell at 1:30 in the afternoon (because, as you may know…
) I felt like I really needed to get back to working out to increase my energy level (when did I start believing that exercise=happiness?!) so I got up from my bed and text’d Shana and told her to bring her work out clothes to work b/c it was OWWWN. And then after my traumatic, and sober, hair cutting experience I had to skip out on working out. Though I would really love to go bike riding every day, if Lucas hadn’t broken my bike (and no I don’t know how to ride my new uni-cycle). What? Biking Joke? Sure!
Did I mention that not only is someecards still making my life difficult, but sending that email out at 4:05:06 7/08/09 has still caused Y2K on my computer… but then I noticed someecards making fun of themselves which made me feel a lil better:
They really do know me. And I’m back in like with them.
Lucas ordered Pizza last night… He was like how do you know me? And the Pizza guy said well you’ve ordered 47 pizza’s in the last 22 days. And that doesn’t even count domino’s—like that time domino’s showed up at the door last week and I was the only one there so I asked who ordered it. The Pizza guy didn’t know, and looked really upset by the question. And you know, his job isn’t the best as it is, so I just paid for the Pizza and must have said “Teenagers—what are ya gonna do?” b/c my Aunt Pat now thinks that’s the answer to 55% of our house hold issues, and somehow thinks that this means I’ve grown… instead of the fact that I’m more worried about the happiness of some strange pizza guy than an Andrew Jackson. Or, more likely, my “I don’t give a shit as long as I don’t have to do anything” factor has really increased—oh wait, maybe I have grown.
After working all day yesterday Zach complained that this is why he was getting a higher education, so he wouldn’t have to do any real work for 4 years..and it just so happens I have a card for that.
Speaking of which… I better get back to that work that has nothing to do with me education… And..MONDAY EMAIL ON MONDAY!! Patting my own pack while a bow in recognition…