Now More Happier.



Today was my last day of work. I am free, and have mad chedda. School starts September 6, and as of now I can not wait to go back because compared to my working hours, I'll be waking up later and getting home earlier. In addition to that, I've got a fairly good schedule - I shouldn't be buried under tonnes of work, but it should be challenging enough to keep me from coming in half an hour late every day. Then, of course, will be tennis season, which I've been eagerly anticipating since pretty much the end of last year's tennis season. (No offense, Trevor, but it will be nice to play people who aren't you.) This will be a good, bittersweet year.

I await it with breathless, heart-stopping, throat-tightening, nail-biting, black-guy-running-behind-you anticipation.


Lo, I have seen the promised land. And it is good.


More than a boy, not yet a man.

In approximately 2 hours I will be 18. Hooray.


What sucks.

On pretty much every Monday in a long string of Mondays I have been injured in some way. From falling between a truck and a shed, to tripping while carrying a large window and having that fall on my (other) leg to scratching the hell out of my arms whilst moving trim. This morning's injury, however, was by far the worst. All of last week, the weekend before that, and this weekend, I had been telling myself that this week was going to be my last. Thinking about it this morning, however, I realized I had erred. With a sinking feeling, I opened the calendar by double clicking on the time and began reading the dates. When I had my answer, I almost cried.

Two more weeks to go.


My two favorite religions.

I know this is an odd topic, but I'm a big fan of two religions. The first is Discordianism, which has been described as either a joke disguised as a religion or a religion disguised as a joke. The jury in my head is still out on which it is. This is best demonstrated by The Pentabarf.

The second is Flying Spaghetti Monsterism. May you be touched by His noodly appendage.


Man, sometimes it seems like my life is going relatively smoothly, and then some sort of curve ball gets thrown and it's time for a trip to thet Twilight Zone.


One of those weeks.

So far, this week has not been a very good week. On one hand, I told my boss I wasn't going to be working during or after the last week of august, so I've got some free time before school starts. On the other, the guy I usually ride with hurt his back and will be out all week, I have a big, nasty cut on my leg, a friend of mine is (probably) currently knocked out by pain killers after surgery on her knee, and to top it all off, my sister's been locked up after testing positive for coke and pot in a random drug test at court. As an aside, that is one big run on sentence of suck.

And it's only Tuesday. I hope I don't get hit by a train.

Clarification edit: I decided to take a week off to go school shopping and hopefully catch up with some friends before they go to college or just to hang out with them before we start seeing each other in school, or just to hang out at home and relax between the physical labor of work and the mental labor of school.

The guy I usually ride with hurt his back moving trim or something, hopefully he'll be alright to work though and even though he looked like he was in a lot of pain, it'll be nothing major.

At the mill, we have a shed for stairs, doors, windows and things of that nature which is seperate from the main shop. This shed has bays for the trucks which sort of come out of the wall, which the trucks back up to. Unfortunately, Monday morning the truck was backed up at an angle to the bay. After loading a rather large flight of stairs, I backed into the shed. Or would've, but my foot managed to land in just the right place and miss both the truck and the floor. I have a sideways T looking cut on my leg just above my knee now. If anyone asks, it was from knife fighting. Or a T for Trevor.

The friend of mine's having surgery so that her kneecap stops popping out of place or something, and hopefully it won't hurt her anymore so that'll be good after the crutches and physical therapy.

My sister's just as stupid as a box of hair.