big high. I woke up, went to class, went to work, watched TV, bought a pizza
and am typing this.
I had nothing to do last night, I still managed to stay up late and not get
Emeril Live on the Food Network.
Thing I Ate:
(b) Laying out the paper tomorrow and getting done early.
(c) Dragging my ass to bed at a decent
|the fifth day of september, 2000... a
"Laziness may appear attractive, but work gives satisfaction." - Anne
No, I'm not dead.
Although I never thought I'd go this long without finding the time to do
some writing. What can I say? Lately, it feels like I've had so much to do
and not enough time to do it in.
Last week, I dealt with the drama of Jose
& Lindsay in addition to getting
into a regular routine at school. Of course, the routine was thrown out the
window when I played hooky for three of my four Friday classes. Those same
classes weren't held yesterday (Monday) because of Labor Day. And I'll be
out of town Friday, so I'll miss them again. I'm not exactly off to a good
start, am I?
My lack of scholastic productivity
was soon erased from my mind by my Labor Day weekend. I do believe that it
was one of the most productive three-day weekends I've had in some time.
Friday, I had the chance to hang out with
Alex and some big, powerful lawmakers
at a cocktail party. (She works for the state legislator that hosts a weekend
get-together each year for big and powerful people). However, something told
me to drive home. So I did.
I was in a nostalgic mood and wanted to look through old stuff. A search
through our attic (which must have been 120 degrees) didn't lead to any good
boxes to sort through. I went out to the carport and found a box of stuff
that wasn't necessarily old... but that would fulfill my nostalgic urges
never the less. My brother plays high school football, so he and my mother
were at the game. I turned the radio on to listen to the play-by-play and
started going through my box. It was a perfect change to get some good "Fletch
time" in. You know... Without the distractions of others. After sorting through
the box and chunking some of the junk that had made it into storage, I put
in a few Christmas CDs. Yes, I know it's September. But with temperatures
in the triple digits every day, I needed some cooler thoughts. That... and
I'm a big fan of Christmas. I can't help it. I was also born in December...
so I guess that adds to my interest. December is the only month in which
I receive any gifts. heh, heh.
After my cleaning & Christmas moments were over, I decided to head over
to Jessie's house. Before I made
it there, I responded to back-to-back fires. I'm never happy when others
experience misfortune, but it was nice to get to do the one thing I can't
do at school -- run with the FD. It was as though I had never left for school...
I finally made it to the Jessie
place two hours after I had left my house and we stayed up until 4 a.m. or
so talking and carrying on.
Saturday, I spent my day either in bed or helping some of
Jessie's family build a deer stand.
Sunday, I spent the entire day down at
Jessie's grandfather's farm putting
the finishing touches on the stand and clearing trails in the woods. It was
pretty warm, but I love to be in the woods where it's just Mother Nature
and I. I spent the night Sunday at
Jessie's place. We woke up, took
some steaks over to my house and grilled lunch. Having the four of us (me,
Jessie, my mom & brother)
cooking and eating together made it feel like a holiday. Holidays are supposed
to be enjoyed with family and friends.
addicted to my life story... Don't expect the regular entries to resume too
soon. Thursday, I'm sneaking out of town for the weekend. I won't be back
until Sunday late... And then I'll be busy trying to get into the swing of
things again. I'm hoping that after this weekend, I'll be able to establish
a regular pattern for writing and updating. I guess it's good I didn't sign
up for any of those journal rings requiring a certain number of updates a
week. They would have booted me by
I tried to upload this page about
10:30 or 11... but couldn't connect to my university's dial-up number. This
goes back to the old saying, "you get what you pay for." (The dial-up service
is free) While I was waiting for the rest of the university to log off, I
went over to the student newspaper office to get my backpack, which I had
left earlier in the day. Even though I needed to be in bed, I got on the
computer and piddled until about 1 a.m. Wednesday morning. I don't know why
I always shoot myself in the foot, but I do. There I was... ready for bed...
needing to get in bed... and I was wasting time on the computer. I don't
understand my thinking sometimes.
Anyway, while I was sitting in the office all by myself... a strong perfume
odor filtered into the office. It was very weird. It smelled like something
Lindsay would wear. I guess my nose
and my mind were playing tricks on me. But I don't like it when that happens
late at night when I'm in a place alone. It did not frighten me... but it
time a smell scared the mess out of me happened while working for the paper
in my hometown several years ago. I was working alone late one night (or
early one morning depending on how you want to look at it). The advertising,
composition and editorial departments are in the front of the office. The
presses, rolls of newsprint and other stock paper are in the back along with
the bathrooms and darkroom.
I had walked back to the bathroom and as I returned to the front of the office,
I smelled a very strong men's cologne as I walked past the rows of paper
and envelopes we had for job printing. From that point, I can see the front
door and the back door. Both appeared to be secure... But I wasted no time...
I got my stuff and hauled ass. You see, not too many months before that night,
we had a pressman pass away. And he was known for wearing strong cologne.
Even though I liked the guy in life... I didn't really want to meet him in
death... And I wasn't gonna take any