June 29th, 2004
Today was mostly a good day. It started with relsqui and I banzai-ing out to San Jose. I saw a post on craigslist about a free bed. While we both had our doubts, we apparently beat everyone else out there, so we scored a FREE full size mattress, boxspring, and frame.
The futon has been put elsewhere. It's either going with caramelbean or back to LA.
We had Pizza Chicago for breakfast. The waitress remembered us from some time ago. She was the one who pulled the hat prank on Fizz ; ) We didn't chat much (both of us were tired), but she did remark that we didn't have cards with us. =/
I've noticed that the waitstaff has gotten to know me a bit. There's a rotund Hispanic fellow who refills our drinks regularly. I can tell by his smile that he recognizes us, though all he says is "More Mr. Pibb? More (whatever-relsqui-is-drinking)?"
My arms feel like jelly though. I had to move both seats out of my van, the bed into my van, the bed into my room, the futon out of my room, and a seat back into the van. Lots of work. Probably good for me though. I've been noticing that I'm not quite as well defined as I'd like. I should start playing soccer again.
relsqui hurt her wrist in helping me out, so she wasn't able to do much.
I moved a ton of laundry downstairs as well. relsqui said she'd wash it, but didn't get around to it.
She does this every so often and it's kinda frustrating at first. I make a point of not asking her to do much. When I do ask her for something like this, she starts moaning about how she'll do it later and how she's lazy right now. At length, she says she won't do it at all.
These days, I see it coming a mile off. I knew she wasn't going to. If I had felt up to it at all, I would have done it when she first started on about it.
It'd be really easy to blow up at her. Sometimes it feels like I do all the work around here. It isn't true though and I know that she doesn't deserve that sort of yelling. She does so much just by being with me. By creating things like caves and <A HREF="telnet://walk.game-host.org>walk</A>, she adds so much creativity and thought to my life. Not to mention the improvement in food consumed.
They're all little things, but they add up to more than I could ever accomplish by moving furniture around and providing for her. She really is an incredible girl.
Besides, I can stand dirty clothes for another day. In theory, I won't need clothes at all tomorrow. We're teleconferencing instead of meeting tomorrow. yay!
do you remember the story of sampson and delilah ?
and he was such a nice jewish boy ...
dont let that razor touch your skin LOL
denuded.. i wouls love to see a photo of this ..
Actually a razor already got me. I went slash-and-razor-burn to the forest of a beard I was growing.
I didn't do the whole thing in though. I thought it'd be fun to have a chin mohawk for a while. It's been a long time since I've gotten odd looks.
Besides, Sampson didn't grow weak because Delilah cut his hair ; )
As for photos, I might be in for a trade ; )
|Date:||June 29th, 2004 01:03 pm (UTC)|| |
This is kind of fragmented because I wrote it in bits and pieces.
You DO do all the work around here. You make a point of it. I love being spoiled but I think it makes it harder to get stuff done when I actually have to (on top of me already being lazy). I suspect that had you pressed me about it, it would have gotten done--but you wouldn't have. That's okay, because it should be mine to deal with.
You're a lot stronger than I am, in that respect: when something needs to happen, you do what you have to. Every time. It's something I really admire about you, and I highly doubt I'm the only one.
Upshot is, I need to get over it. I spent too much of my childhood figuring out how to get out of things, not unlike Calvin doing something poorly so he wouldn't get asked to do it again. (Doesn't work in real life, unfortunately.) That doesn't fly in the outisde world, though. What would probably do the trick is living alone for a while so I actually had to deal with things I don't do, but obviously that's not happening in the forseeable future. So I just need to work out that bug and move on. That said, tell me if I'm sucking especially. (I was sleeping this time, but in general.)
By the way, I don't buy that creative stuff vs. useful stuff thing for a second. The only reason I even suspect it's actually worth that much to you is that you complained before I got here that no one at the Armory shared cool projects with you. Maybe I'm biased because I go batty if I don't do anything creative for a while, but even factoring that in, it's not even remotely as useful as tangible work. Just because you don't seem to mind doesn't mean I'm not freeloading, and it does bother me.
This is in danger of becoming a serious ramble, but I'm reminded of something I used to do for English assignments all the time. I could almost always find a way to twist the prompt so I could write what I felt like writing instead of what I was intended to. Life is like that right now: I'm testing my will to keep doing what I want against the reality that I can't support myself on it, and one of them's gotta give. (A little of both would be fine by me.)
On a side note, I wholeheartedly agree with the idea of you not wearing clothes for the conference call and simultaneously reserve the right to attempt to distract you if you don't.