Currently Listening Pixel Revolt By John Vanderslice see related

I have made it a tradition to go visit my mom when I'm in between jobs. Last week, was spent in Abilene. I got to see my mama, my aunt, 3 of my cousins, and 2 of my favorite doggies! I also went to the metroplex, saw Kelsey and Ayden, had dinner with Courtney, and then went to spend the night in Denton with my Key.

Dinner with Courtney was hilarious. We went to Genghis Grill my second favorite restaurant ever. Now I already laugh a lot as it is, but imagine me being with someone who laughs just as much as me and us being surrounded by crack addicts stirring our food with large sticks.  This one guy kept dancing and spinning around in the grease on the floor, occasionally shouting "Purgatory! Tomorrow night! We'll all be there!" He didn't have many teeth.

In Denton with Kelly, we decided that since it was so late, and only wal-mart was open, that we'd take advantage. (We're from Bastrop County. We're not very creative.) So skip to the funny part: We go to the Halloween aisle and start trying on witch hats and masks. I had put on a scary biker mask, complete with helmet and fumanchu. Kelly couldn't resist taking a picture; thus, I was stuck wearing this thing much longer than I desired. Of course, during picture time, a woman passed by with her two children sitting in the basket. No problem there, right? Not until the little boy started crying in terror. I immediately ripped the mask off, repeating, "It's okay! It's okay!" ...then he just looked confused.

Speaking of the Halloween aisle, Jenny and I were at Walmart the other day, looking at the kiddie costumes and just having an all around fantastic time. Finally getting tired of looking at poorly made fairy and vampire outfits, we began making our way past the variety of "spooky" decorations, only to stop short when we saw a life-sized zombie figure standing at the end of the aisle. Now, she and I both are very jumpy people and absolutely hate those things. I suppose we could have simply turned around and gone to the other side, but that's a lot of logic and we try to save that. (Sometimes it's in short supply). Instead, our solution was to pass a black rose from off the shelf, often seen held by emo girls, up and down the full length of this guy's body. I held back and let Jenny wand him with the flower. Remaining silent, we figured he must be turned off or just wasn't the kind that made sound. Linking arms and letting our guards down, we passed by him. He screamed. Then we screamed louder. And higher. And we ran. We ran like little girls and felt like complete idiots.

Michael, Grizz, Jenny, and I went camping last weekend. That was super fun. Unfortunately, Grizz snores unbelievably loud, so he's the only one who got much sleep.

Also, Julie and some of her UT engineering friends and I are going to see Rilo Kiley on Sunday. Woo-hoo!

I need a job. I'm not putting that much effort into finding one, but I do need one.

Yesterday, Jenny and I went to Austin to run on the trails at town lake and then swim in Barton Springs. The water was freezing, which felt amazing after running in the sun, and the rocks sticking out of the water warmed us up again when we lied on them to dry off before leaving. In the hour she had to go to class, I went to Whole Foods to buy us both some Odwalla and a pack of rasberries. After picking her up from campus, we got sandwiches from Thunderclouds and went back to the park to have a picnic. We swam some more, lied on some more rocks, and then headed back to Sville to watch the soccer game. We took back roads too fast, with our windows down and the stereo up.
...Although once we got there, I stood near an ant pile, so once they started biting, I jumped onto Michaels motorcycle and then just never got up again. With me on the bike and Jenny on Grizz's hood, there was no need to, so really we didn't watch much soccer at all. We were there to support though. That's what counts.

<3

Currently Listening Illinois By Sufjan Stevens see related

To recap the past week or so:

 I got laid off work due to a "restructure". So that's lame. I decided I'm done with corporate america for now and I'm much rather just work in a bookstore or a library. The work might be harder and I'll get paid less, but I'll enjoy it much more. I'm also working on getting some scholarships so I can go back to school.

I'm going to Abilene on Monday or Tuesday to visit mi madre. I'm also going to Dallas on Wednesday to visit a friend and my sisters. I should probably call them...
Anywho, I'm kinda nervous about my car making it. We'll see how that goes.

Scotty, here you go.

I finally have music on my zune! Weee!

I really can't think of anything other than how hungry I am, so this whole "writing thing" isn't going well. Later.

Currently Listening Under the Blacklight By Rilo Kiley see related

Yesterday at work was icky.

Yesterday in Narc's tank was super fun. For the city folk, that's what you see country folk swimming in when you watch a movie. Anywho, I was sitting on a boogie board, which was proving somewhat painful. (Every time I lost my balance, the board would fly up out of the water, sending the band attached to my wrist slicing through the water until it became a rather pushy g-string.) After finally mastering it, one of Narc's dogs named Pooch swam over to me, scratched me up, and tumped me over when his paw got caught in the band attaching me to the board. Later, I was swimming under water and opened my eyes, a habit. It was pitch black. I snorted water up my nose and started swimming rather ineffieciently. I think I saw the face of death under there...oooor Satan. That was pretty much the scariest thing ever.

By the way, I'm apparently afraid of the super-dark.

My dad told me one of his ambulance stories over the phone this morning. Last night he was called out to a psychiatric case. When they arrived, they found a man, who we'll refer to as Jim-Bo, wearing a white t-shirt and his underwear. From what Jim-Bo said (but how well can you trust a man wearing only his tighty-whities (spelling?)), he had walked almost 20 miles to Bastrop from the county jail. Then this conversation took place:

Dad: Do you have insurance?
Jim-Bo: Oh yes.
Dad: Do you have your card with you.
Jim-Bo: No. It's in my wallet.
Dad: Where's your wallet?
Jim-Bo: In my pants.
Dad: Where are your pants?
Jim-Bo: At home.
Dad: Why did you leave the house with no pants on?
Jim-Bo: Well, my friends drove up, so I just hopped in the truck.
Dad: Why did you get in the truck with your friends if you had no pants on?
Jim-Bo: Well...cause we were out in the boondocks.

That's a good enough answer for me.