stupid, useless, run-and-hide dreams. i thought going to bed before ten would help my situation. instead, i was running uphill and hiding in basements all bloody night. what kind of rest is that?
my kitchen is a bit of a sty right now. the garbage really needs to be taken out, but the last two nights, once i’ve gotten home, i didn’t even want to venture out as far as the dumpster. that would have involved putting shoes on again. no. more. shoes. shoes are evil things and i think i need to start a barefoot campaign. or at least a stockinged foot revolution. i don’t know. someone needs to come clean my kitchen. then there’s this weird urge to rearrange my main room. the problem being, there’s only so much space and i think it’s pretty much optimized at the moment. there’s very little i can think to do to change the layout at all. we’ll see.
yay! it’s free money week! well, not really free. but it’s my “extra” payday this friday and i got my rebate cheque for the php course from hell yesterday. whee! that’s over $1300 which isn’t allocated to anything. oh, right. except debt repayment. *sigh* you know, this being responsible crap is picking my butt. i wish i didn’t care how much i owed or didn’t mind getting in more and more debt. $1300… i could go visit the wellers or to go a con! i could buy a new camera or a new tv/dvd setup. but, no. i’ll put it on the money i owe the bank, like a good girl. bleh.

take your camera to the bathroom, you never know what you mind find to snap

i’m trying the exercise thing again. spent half an hour on the bike after work last night. i don’t get as good a workout on an bike as i do on the elliptical machine, but at least i can read while pedalling. it keeps me on the bike longer than i probably would be if i couldn’t use my mind while i worked out. music just doesn’t cut it for me on the jogging machine. it leaves too much of my mind free to wander and when my mind wanders, time seems to slow down. then i get frustrated and i stop even attempting the exercise because it’s boring. i figure i’ll work myself up to an hour on the bike. it will kill two stones with one bird: 1) fitness, and 2) more time for reading. at least that’s the plan. who knows if it’ll really happen. of course, now i’ve totally jinxed it. ohwell.
going to the airport to pick up karen tonight. yay! i love going to the airport. no, really! it’s an awesome place to peoplewatch and just hang out. parking is expensive, but they have a “street prices” guarantee on all the vendors and restaurants, so you don’t get gouged if you want to eat while you’re there. i think i’ll get myself a nice gingerbread latte (dear god, i wish they’d have those all year ’round) and make some pictures while i’m there. i just hope i don’t get tackled by security for suspicious activity.
that’s the plan. how’s your hump day?

8 Thoughts on “these are not the words you’re looking for

  1. mmmm, gingerbread latte. *drool*
    also, i’m really excited because my new apartment building will have garbage chutes so i don’t have to go outside to take out the garbage.
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  2. heather on January 15, 2003 at 12:21 said:

    you lucky girl!

  3. i’ve built my schedule such that wednesday is my day off. school mon-tues-thurs, avaliable for purdy’s thurs-through-sun. wednesdays, i do nothing!
    i LOVE airports. wonderful wonderful places.

  4. heather on January 15, 2003 at 14:47 said:

    lucky bastard. ;)

  5. ooooo cute mary janes!
    me, i can’t read whilst i’m doing cardio. i just get some house music, crank it, and get some good people watching done.
    and no, not all of my “people watching” consists of checkin out the babes… it happens to include watching the doofuses show off to each other, or to.. the babes.

  6. heather on January 15, 2003 at 15:50 said:

    you just have to love a man who knows what mary janes are.

  7. “blame” my ex g/f for that. she LOVED shoes. so of course, i had to learn about them. it was perfect tho… if i didn’t know what to get her for Christmas or her Birthday or whatever, i could always get her a(nother) pair of black shoes. i think she had about a billion pairs…

  8. i love the airport too =) i’ve been meaning to go there just to take pictures, which should be difficult, since i hate taking pictures of people…but unabashed emotion in such a sterile environment…gold!

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