Reoccurances

Themes of summer: rain and every possible shade of gray.
June has become March all over again. Its deja vu but worse.
Its starting to get to me. I get up at noon, eat frosted flakes, watch Entourage, go to work, come home, eat more, go online. And somehow I find myself still awake at 430 in the morning doing absolutely nothing. I had a perfect song for today but...wait i just remembered!
"Half Asleep" by School of Seven Bells

Sometimes I go whole days
listening bored, half sleep
I won't say anything
that's worth a thing to me

Today was slightly more productive though. I made a list and accomplished 6 out of 10 things, which in my opinion is a major success. I spent most of the day in my Trooper (my car/truck thing) and realized that i need way more practice parking (seriously it was bad)
I also had my first experience going to the mall by myself. I felt like an observer going undercover as a shopper. People are funny in malls. They rush around desperately searching for something and gasping at the outrages prices and seeking out the biggest bargain. Do they really need it? Probably not. Just like i probably didn't need the shirts that i bought, but the sales were great and they were super cheap so why not.

My family was hyper tonight, the whole bunch of us. It was like a family of seven year olds. Best part of the night was when my dad realized that he had left the burner on with a towel on top of it. The kitchen was full of smoke and the towel had been slow roasted into oblivion. As my mom fretted in the kitchen trying to figure out why the smoke detector hadn't gone off my dad stood out on the deck trying to coax a bigger flame out of the toasty towel. His excuse was "Hey, I like fire."

Dear Etta

So clearly this wont be an every day blogging experience.

Anyways, after work I got to drive (on my own) to Amy's house. Feeling the freedom of night driving, I popped in an Etta James cd and began to belt out "At Last." After singing through five songs, I suddenly found myself somewhere in Paxton. For this reason, Etta James is the picture of the day.

Liz gave me my first Jenny Lewis cd. Another perfect album to sing to. Therefor song of the day is..."You Are What You Love"

But you are what you love,
And not what loves you back

Microwaves

This is going to be an experiment. An experiment to see if I have the will power and patience to maintain a blog. Also, it is a chance to see if i actually have something important, or at least interesting to say on a daily basis.

So here it goes...

This morning I went to the eye doctor's office to get a new perscription. I spend at least 18 hours a day with lenses in but I generally dont notice how bad my vision is when I don't have my lenses in. It surreal to look around you and not be able to read something that is less than a foot away from your face. Its strange to think that I have been waking up not being able to see for 8 years now.
When I got home I had a very strange moment with the microwave. I put the timer on, but when it went off I ran into the kitchen and threw open the microwave door, expecting some delicious food to be waiting for me. However, I opened the door and there was nothing inside and I couldnt remember why. I had that same overwhelming feeling you get when you walk into a room and forget why you went there in the first place. When I remembered that I had put the timer on for tea, I felt a sense of disappointment. Somehow the whole situation struck me as profound, but I can't exactly put my finger on why.

Also, at work on Tuesday, an old woman cried over a return that she thought I had made a mistake on. She yelled at my manager for a good ten minutes, and when she found out she was wrong she began to cry. Nobody knew what to do, but we had to move her out of the way to continue checking-out the rest of the customers with the standard "Hi! How are you today? Do you have a rewards card?" and cheery smile. It was the most intense moment.

Okay, so...I guess thats it.

Oh yeah....even thought it not a requirement
Song of the day is "At Last" by Etta James.
Everyone should belt this song out at least once in their life.