asitiswhenitwas

Too many people to see. Not enough of them replying to my emails.

Blah.

Weird living in dorms nightmare last night.

Find myself thinking more about the girl who leaves the party early than the one who is there an hour outside in freezing weather BSing until 3:30.

Odd. Of course I'm wondering why I'm worrying about either as neither seems interested in following the carpet bag trail I've blazed.

Simply put. As always. No one wants any of this.

Ah wells.

So. Now thanks to dedicated internet access I'm here listening to Nrrrd Grrrl on repeat and half watching football. Which is about as perfect as a Sunday as I can make. Which speaks volumes.

Really should buy this album. Should.

Lot of things I SHOULD do. Clearly.
Late.

 Oh hey. Co-workers.

When you are in the bathroom stall. Use the privacy lock. I don't think that's too much to ask. 

Argh. Thankfully someone was reading the paper.

Further thoughts.

F$#@ ESPN.

I'm way too into the brunette on Community.

I'm not too interesting.

Lets go Isles.
Late.

 

 Holy crap how about those Islanders?

That forecheck is mighty. Head down/Power through hockey. I love it.

That's what? A seven position climb the last week and a half? Four game win streak? Me smiling?

What the hell is going on here?
Late.

Oh Islanders.

I knew it was going to happen. But what do I do? get my hopes up only to be devastated once again.

Also. The dude sitting next to me at the bar was way too into trying to scientifically prove that the bartender was into me.

I withheld my comment that it was just that between the two of us, I was the best of limited options. 

Apparently random dudes at the bar think I'm awesome. Though really I'm pretty sure she was glancing over at me from time to time to try and get me to be the voice of reason and stop his badgering.

I was just the closest sane person. 
Late.

ETA:

I like to think of myself as a modern day Fitzwilliam Darcy. Especially at the bar.

Also, forgot to mention that I drank about a gallon and a half of unsweetened iced tea, which 1, kept me up all night, and B, kept me up all night thinking about a terrible Scott/Rogue Evo-verse fic that I will spoil the guts of here, because I'm sure it's been written before and because I sorta hate it.

Why can I never come up with ideas for the prompt: Summers/Cassiday: Beach Justice!?

( Argh )

I better get some F$#@ing trick-or-treaters. I did not just buy 7 pounds of candy for myself.

Lets see... other things. Going to the bar tonight to watch the Islanders lose. Or I could say going to the bar tonight to have my heart ripped out and stomped on. Withholding comment about how that's no different than any other time I go out.

At some point they are going to start playing the full 60. Then some of these OTL's are going to turn into the wins they should be.

It won't be until next season, but hey.

Sorta bummed that I have to miss gossip girl in order to watch the game, but whateves.

Back to the garage I suppose. And yes I've started to call my apartment 'the garage.'
Late.

So. Airline tickets for my  trip back home have been booked. 

I do fail to understand E-Ticketing. But still. Going home 'round my birthday to be miserable with family as opposed to being miserable alone.

Should be a good time. 

Sure I wish there was more waiting for me than family and maybe a football and/or hockey game, but since it's more than I have here. It will do.

Other than that I spent too much time last night wondering why, exactly, only women that are super drunk are into me. 

Everyone else ok?
Late.

Islanders... 0 and 6.

This is going to be a long year.

Such is life.

Argh.

How's everyone else doing?
Late.

Lets see... Yesterday.

Wasted the afternoon watching the Islanders suck at the bar.

Bought a new phone. This one looks slightly less like it's full of candy or that it makes calls only to a pre-recorded 'barbie' voice.

Slightly.

A 40% off coupon from Borders made it much easier to justify indulging in a copy of Marvel 1602, which was almost exactly my type of crazy.

Nothing interesting to say, I suppose.
Late.

Oh Islanders.

Three losses. Three game you could/should have won. (At least all three were in OT and/or the shootout and therefore 3 standings points.)

It's still going to be a long year.

Blah.
Late.

PS. The Shootout is rubbish.

Quick thought: Current affairs in the X-Men Comics.

( Oh hi? )

Also, I liked Astonishing. I just wish it came out during the same status quo.

Just saying, Marvel.
Late.

Me + Broken CD Player + Scotch tape + Steak Knife = ???

Imagine the possibilities.

I'm as shocked as you are that the correct answer is "Fixed CD player."

How does that work? Usually when I try to fix something I end up breaking it further.

And that's the best case scenario.
Late.

So I'm a bit under the weather.

Head cold and the like. Bad sniffles I guess. No biggie.

When sick (however slightly, though yesterday did in fact suck, today has been alright) my folk remedy of choice is the ginger ale, also the orange juice.

Spent the last couple hours reading and mixing them together, 'virgin momosas' I suppose.

So, I went from being sick to being early for the party.

Which I imagine is a better place to be.
Late.

There is a scent I associate with this time of year. Or perhaps it comes a smidgen later. I'm not sure.

It's the air turning colder mixed with the smell of leaves as their chlorophyll dies revealing the earth-toned fireworks display some lovingly call fall foliage.

That smell that (now that I have Sundays off) I am reminded of with a vengeance as I spend the entire day on the couch watching football.

Remembering how it would be still warm enough to crack the windows just a bit and curl up with a blanket letting the scent of the leaves and colder air (if in fact that is what it is) mix with the scent of slowly simmering chili, or my mom's homemade chicken soup, or a tray of homemade granola bars, etc and so on, wafting into the living room from the kitchen.

Not giving a damn about who's playing, just knowing that the next eleven or so hours have been planned out for you.

It's not as if my apartment smells terrible or anything. Though to be truthful I think it might to someone else. We tend to not notice our own scents. But the air is just different. It's not that I can't cook for myself. I can and do somewhat successfully. I just don't have a snowballs chance in hell of replicating mom's chicken and rice soup.

There is just something indescribable (I made a fair attempt I suppose) about being down here that doesn't feel like home. On top of family of course.

I suspect it never will.
Late.

I actually had a Saturday off for the first time since training, which was nice.

I, of course, wasted it epically. I assume that is a word. Reading, Watching Syracuse lose at the bar, Video-games, and being tremendously sore from Friday night's hockey game. (We won 8-5. 3G, 0A for what it's worth. Still sore as F$@#.)

Three weeks between games sucks.

What else have I accomplished on this four day weekend?

Laid around and watched football all day yesterday.

Came up with an ideal band name and either a book or chapter name if I ever get around to having musical talent or writing a book.

I won't do either, but a morning that involved reading a giant review of the 20 disc SaGa Anniversary Collection boxset (which I would totally buy if I could justify the ~$230 price tag) got me to start playing SaGa 2 again leading to the brilliant name "77 pieces of Isis."

I think I happened upon the terrible bewitched movie around halftime of the Packers/Bears game when I figured 'The third spell' would work as a title for something.

The Islanders start pre-season hockey tonight. Make me proud boys. Make me proud.
Late.

Perhaps I'm callus. But, the boss cracking down on "extra" (smoke) breaks does not effect me much. Therefore I have very little sympathy for the guy who is furious that he won't be able to take enough smoke breaks.

If smoke breaks are a right, I'd like some 5-10 minute sit outside and sip a nice cup of tea breaks. Somehow that's not acceptable in work culture, but cancer sticks are. I don't get it.

I also think we should get recess.

I'd like a swing by the koi pond.

Among other things.
Late.

Hiding from the internet until I can pick up my copy of Utopia 6.

Convince me to go after a promotion.
Late.

So I'm thinking of writing a book.

A. Because I haven't written anything in a long while.  and B. Because as much as I hate my writing other people seem to like certain aspects of it and the positive reactions give me a tiny bit of what some folks would call self worth.

Also, don't forget C. I make terrible decisions and D. I tend to set myself up for crushing defeats.

My problem is that the only ideas that I have are either blatant rip-offs, self reflective tripe, and adaptations that I'd never be able to get the rights to. Also, I'd have to unpack my computer, buy a new one, or write longhand. At the moment, all three are nightmarish options.

So if any of you were wondering if I'm still a mess, I guess that answers THAT question.

Everything else is what it is.

Work is good. I'm still really good at what I do regardless of how unimpressive it is.

Hockey (for me) starts Friday. Islanders (pre) season just around the bend. Syracuse lost last weekend, but I'm sure they will bounce back against Penn St. (I'm delusional.) They better. I have the day off and will be spending it at the bar watching the game.

Clearly I am a glutton for punishment.

Socially? Today is my day off and other than a quick shopping trip I've spent it reading and playing video-games.

So. Basically nothing has changed. Just my address.

Which is depressing in a sort-of familiar way.
Late.

1 - Buy some proper stationary. I'm an adult damnit. I shouldn't be using leftover loose leaf from college.

2 - Be more wary of swapping days with co workers. That is, find out what day I can get in return for covering a shift BEFORE saying I'll cover a shift. Because if the first day they can give me isin't in the same week let alone the same pay period? That's a problem. 

Ah well. I'll take the OT and a favor instead of my off day. I'll clearly need a favor come Islander season and vacation time, and of course I need the money.

3 - come up with a third thing so this post is an actual list instead of pointless rambling.

Blah.
Late.

Well...

I have nothing interesting to say... Quite honestly I'm not so sure anything I say is too interesting in the first place.

I mean, everything is exactly what it is.

Work is alright except for the F$#@ ups that aren't entirely my fault. Though I should catch them and spend the remainder of my 12 hours hating myself for them.

The 12 hours is still a really long time to be doing ANYTHING. However we've had a round of hiring apparently, and fresh meat starts Monday. Hopefully I won't have to train too many people, because my last few trainees at my last gig turned out suck. But I'm not sure I had much to work with then.

Other than that everything is rather tame. Though I'm reading quite a bit more than I used to. Yes, I still make time for video-games and such, but I've taken to abusing the local libraries because, as it turns out, I can read.

Who knew?
Late.

$35 seem too high to get the Achilles guard on a hockey skate repaired by a Cobbler? Yes, this is the 19th century. I have gone to a cobbler. Next I'm going to the Cooper to get my rain barrel patched.

I guess I'll find out if it was too much when I get the skate back tomorrow.

Speaking of too much. 28 bones for the no frills movie only release of Watchmen. For shame Barnes and Noble. Or it would have been if I didn't have a $25 gift card to burn. Still. It's the principle. When you open it up and see the coupon for the extra special fan wank edition.

Ah well. Only cost me $3 from my wallet. 'Sokay.

Third day of my stomach churning about the entire work thing. Much ado about nothing I hope. But I tend to think the worst.

Surprising no?
Late.