I am going to be twenty six. I am having a hard time wrapping my head around that. Twenty Six years old. I have been asked the perennial question: What do you want. What do I want... What do I want? I want to not be twenty six. I want to not be single. I want to not be frusterated with my life, I want direction, I want more than this. However, I also realize how lucky I am to have a full time job, with a 401K and health insurance. So, its not quite enough to move out on my own but still, its more than many have. I also want a new watch. My favorite watch died over the weekend. At first I thought it was the battery but after I replaced the battery it still didnt work. I am very picky about my watches too. It had the date, indiglo, numbers 1-12 but not huge, I loved that watch. I also really thought that the way the character Melinda on Ghost Whisperer had her watches on was really cute but I don't have watches like that. I've been trying to find a picture of it but I can't seem to locate one. Oh well. Well, catch ya later.
Part of being a faithful reader...
So, its been awhile. I've been meaning to write. Honestly, I really have been. A big part of being a faithful reader of The Unfinished Adventures is that I basically never finish anything. There are all sorts of things that I intend to finish. I just don't get to it. I get distracted. I lose track of time. I forget. I'm sorry, I really am...but I am not going to promise not to do it again because I will. Don't give up on me. I am trying to improve.
Thats pretty much it for now. I'll write again....eventually.
So, you know you have been MIA...
So, you know you have been missing in action when the owner of your local comic book shop calls to do a dead check. What I mean by dead check is: Hey, just wondering if you were dead. Apparently I haven't been in there in so long she wanted to know what was going on. The truth is, nothing has been going on. Been going to work, coming home, repeat. I've just gotten lazy. I keep saying to myself, I will go tomorrow... which by the way, is tomorrow... And by that logic tomorrow never actually comes because tomorrow tomorrow is actually the day after tomorrow and so tomorrow will never actually happen... I am not making any sense. I know that. I am okay with that. Well, hopefully by the end of the week my tomorrow will become today and I will stop my procrastinating ways. Especially since I have #13 of Astonishing X-Men waiting for me!
And I just realized its March. March already! My goodness. Where does the time go? Any ideas??
Happy Hump Day!!!
I always thought these were Speed Bumps...
and they call this Breaching?
They've Put a Brassiere on the Camel,by Shel Silverstein
They've put a brassiere on the camel,
She wasn't dressed proper, you know.
They've put a brassiere on the camel
So that her humps wouldn't show.
And they're making other respectable plans,
They're even insisting the pigs should wear pants,
They'll dress up the ducks if we give them the chance
Since they've put a brassiere on the camel.
They've put a brassiere on the camel,
They claim she's more decent this way.
They've put a brassiere on the camel,
The camel had nothing to say.
They squeezed her into it, I'll never know how.
They say that she looks more respectable now,
Lord knows what they've got in mind for the cow,
Since they've put a brassiere on the camel.
Hey?!?? What did you think I meant by hump day??? Gutterface!
I think I am gonna write a book...
I went to the library after work today. I like the library. Most of the time. Although I miss the shushing. It was very loud in the library. The library should be quiet. Peaceful. Sedate. No screaming stomping shouting stupid sixteen yearolds. Just nice quiet people. Anyway, as usual, I wandered through the shelves of new release books. I slowly wove my way through the stacks, browsing carefully. I really just stopped to see if they had any interesting books on Lefton China. My mom is going on (yet another e-bay spree) this time she has really gotten into Lefton. I figure if she is buying it, we should know what we are looking for. I ended up also looking at some of the diet and health books. It seems like anyone can write a diet book. I have never been so confused in my life!
This one says I can eat all the fat I want, just no carbs. This one says that fat is evil and stick to carbs. This one says only fruits and vegetables. The next one says it is all about overall calories. The next one says I can eat this one type of fat. The next one says it all depends on my blood type. Another one says its not what I eat but what combinations. Plus, all of this will fix every single one of my problems. If I follow this diet, I will lose weight which will make me prettier, healthier and solve everything. Apparently it is my weight that is causing me to have headaches, stomach aches, be single, depressed occasionally, not beable to afford my own home in the northern suburbs of Chicago (and not the fact that its bloody expensive to live here!) But if I was skinny and followed their No Fat No Carb Type O- HypoADHD UberSuperDuper BobChowAtkissmyassdiet, I will be the happiest lilbitch on the planet. Everyone around me will be miserable though. And see, I always thought a pint of Ben and Jerry's Oatmeal Cookie Dough Ice Cream was the way to true happiness.
So I think I am going to write a book about how everyone else is nuts when it comes to writing diet books and nobody really has a clue. Maybe if we didn't supersize the McDonalds and ubersize the Wendy's and DeepFry the twinkies (although that does taste pretty damn good) we wouldn't need to worry about all of this in the first place.
Well, I must go, My boys are waiting for me.
I'm coming Ben. I'm on my way down Jerry. Don't melt!