It's good to design once in a while.
It's good that things get done when I am not involved. The train goes on, you have to remember that. You have to trust it.
So far:
- Record player shelf thing
- Speaker cabs
- Cajon
To go:
- Bed
- TV stand
- More cajones
Tonight, I put the last coat of poly on the record shelf. Things become so loathsome without the right tools, I'm just glad it's over, even though it's rather shoddy. We aim so effing high. The entertainment center and bed will be much more practical.
Thursday morning I had to go to the Doctor so he could check out my stitches.
Wednesday afternoon I had to get some stitches.
Wednesday morning, a cordless drill pulled some crazy wrestling shit from the top of the ladder and created a hole in my head. To match the hole in my heart...
No, for serious though, those bitches cut a 1x2 inch plot of hair of the top of the scalp. I feel like KP, balding before my time.
Pork is a dream. I like it when typing mistakes create new sentences. Work is good, too.
Square-cropped photos get me hot. As do muffins.
I told them about my symptoms, they gave me a diagnosis.
Adam: “Maybe you're in love.”
The Doc: “You have I.B.S.”
I’m not sure which I prefer.
The house is looking much better, much more complete. We have resolved to have more game nights and house parties, keep the house cleaner, and make better grades. I re-caulked the tub. You have to do all of that loose-end stuff right when you move in, there’s no way it’s going to happen during the year.
Photos forthcoming. Maybe.
I once was told that you are never unemployed. You're just freelancing for a while.
How am I supposed to be serious in church when the word "ineffable" appears in a song.
Today in Shreveport, about 300 people said "ineffable" in unison. One person laughed.
I need to type this out.
I've been brought up to dig Creationism and not listen to anything Evolutionism had to say. Most people in the South ride the fence on the issue, intimidated by SCIENCE but a bit timid to disbelieve the pulpit preaching.
Let's assume that Adam was created as an adult. Would we say that he's middle-aged, or a day old? Why can't the universe have been created in the middle of things, with all of the elements and engines of change present? There aren't many missing link fossils, but it isn't impossible for it to have happened.
This has been occupying my drives lately. I got really into this whole debate and had a war with my biology teacher in highschool, I just wish I could have been a little more discerning and a lot more easygoing.
I've started pinching the cars in my side mirrors. I'm not sure why, but when your hand is in the reflection, it looks pretty believable.
I love my job. What I've learned:
- That I DO NOT want to be a graphic designer
- other stuff
Lately, when I am driving, when I have the windows down, when the air conditioner does not work, I have started throwning my gum out of the passenger side window. I don't know how it started, but it has now become subconscious. I'll start to miss the winterfresh chew just as I realize that it left me at the last mile marker. Today, it was raining, and the gum stuck to the window because when it is raining you typically don't have your windows down.
My friend assigned me the "mission" of re-capping the last two years of musical history. This is my dream come true.
I don't like long distance relationships. In any context. There is too much uncertainty when the only thing to interpret is whether or not a call was returned. Yeah that's going to make moving away SUCK. Maybe I can get over this nonsense before next year.
Summer of DIY is going well, perhaps there will be a finished product to photograph soon.