I Pwn Your Money
Listening: Elephant - boa
Where are the wisemen?
Where have they all gone to?
Did they follow the spirit children
Down the road that only they know?
And you and I know that the answer lies
Somewhere deep in the City of Skies
We're gonna go there
We're gonna see the daylight
And I, gonna fly away now
And I, gonna see that the path runs high.
Isn't it touching the way the trees hold their leaves
Into the sky?
And when the breeze blows,
All you can see is the green and gold
You and I know that the city holds the street night lights
And we're gonna find it
We're gonna find the gold that illuminates our lives
And I, gonna go so far away
And I, gonna see the stars up high.
I get this sense of impending doom today. A lot of things hover perilously overhead--like that Psych exam this Wednesday, though seeing as I did the course in high school, it really shouldn't worry me--but it's not really school stuff that I'm concerned about. Rather, it's my health.
Last week, my sister got an INSANE cold (so insane that she holed herself up in the basement to heal and I didn't see her for three days), and right in the middle of it, my mom got holy God NORWALK VIRUS. Needless to say, my house was kind of a festering mass of plague and pestilence for a while there, but my sister has completely recovered since and my Mom is functioning again, so we assumed all is hunky dory. Danced around a maypole in celebration, all that jazz.
Today though, I feel bloody awful. I got a good amount of sleep, but still I woke up feeling like a silo fell on me in the night or something. And I cannot get rid of this bloody nausea in my stomach, either. These two things alone would not normally be cause for alarm, but I tried to put my boots on earlier and fell the hell over because I was so dizzy and crazy nauseous. I can't believe how dizzy I am. The thing that really bothers me is the fact that I can't seem to make my eyes focus properly right now. I tried to scribble a line or two of Tooth and Talon (a random short story) and I'll be goddamned if I could even focus on the lines. Just turning my head makes the whole world tilt dangerously on its axis. I don't believe this.
I can only pray that I don't end up insanely ill now. In the meantime, aside from being jumped by like, bird flu or Paraskevi-strain G.U.I.L.T., life is relatively normal. Wal-Mart manager from Hell, Tim, decided to devote all of yesterday to pissing me the hell off, and yes, me personally, but that's kind of to be expected because he is, well, the Wal-Mart manager from Hell. And he is a smart alec! I should have called him on his sarcasm and slapped it in his face like the bastard sea-pig he is. But I digress.
I went to Future Shop today to replace some random electronics, expecting to pay in excess of $20. What happened instead was I got everything I needed, and Future Shop paid me $11. I didn't really understand why, but there was no way I was complaining about it.
Friday night after work I went out to Benji's, had some Chinese food, and tried to get Colette in there. All but one of these succeeded. Then I had to work yesterday for nine hours, which sucked a bit, especially when you add Tim to the equation, but whatevs. After work I went out to Matt's, where he, Cole, and Kevin were battling for control of the multiverses in Smash Bros. We watched Akira after that. I had forgotten how utterly retarded that movie was. Good, but retarded. Geez.
Today was my little cousin Meaghan's seventh birthday, and I went to the family brunch because there was nothing else to do and my Aunt Sadie cooks like holy shit amazing. I spent most of the time wandering around feeling sick and just sitting down listening to the adults rant a lot about cars and talk about the sudden death of my great-Uncle Al, my grandmother's brother, who died of a heart attack over the weekend. (This is unnerving, because this makes the 3 dead siblings of the 5 there were originally having perished due to a heart attack. I'm really hoping it isn't a genetic thing, because I would like to keep my Grandma and my Aunt Judy around for a good few more years yet, thanks.) Now me and my dad are home chilling out, and I'm thinking I should go lie down for a while and see if I feel any better.
First, however, I offer you a little case-in-point story of why I need to get out of the retail business, and bloody fast.
Once upon a time, there was a Marchioness who went to a birthday party for her little cousin. While she was there, an uncle of hers (who also happened to be named Tim, and of no relation to her Manager from Hell, thank God) decided to engage her in the ongoing conversations with a little game.
Holding out his fist, he said, "I will give you what is in my hand if you can guess how much there is", which sparked a grumble from his wife about how the Marchioness was a grown woman and would have no interest in such games, but nonetheless peaking the interest of the slightly-under-the-weather Marchioness. She agreed to the challenge, because she had faced off against Snow Demons and Venetian noblemen of greater threat (but no greater bulk) than this uncle.
Her uncle opened his hand, just long enough to reveal that there was money there and give the Marchioness a glimpse of what was in there, before he closed it again. All that the Marchioness had seen was in the space of about 0.5 seconds. This, however, did not deter her. She sat back, thought for a moment, and then said, "$2.37".
Her uncle thought this guess was hilariously exact and began to laugh. All of them had a good laugh, except the Marchioness, who was just kind of waiting there. Finally, her uncle said, "She works in retail. Hm. Maybe I'd better actually count this." So he did. And a few moments later, he discovered that there was $2.36 in his hand. Which, in accordance to their agreement, he gave to the Marchioness. Then went off to tell how scary she was to anyone who would listen.
Holy shit I need to get out of the retail business, if I can count money in half a second to within a single penny. It weirded me out.
On that note, I am going upstairs to rest because I feel like I might fall out of my chair. Adieu.
Icarus kills bacteria with steam technology.
Where are the wisemen?
Where have they all gone to?
Did they follow the spirit children
Down the road that only they know?
And you and I know that the answer lies
Somewhere deep in the City of Skies
We're gonna go there
We're gonna see the daylight
And I, gonna fly away now
And I, gonna see that the path runs high.
Isn't it touching the way the trees hold their leaves
Into the sky?
And when the breeze blows,
All you can see is the green and gold
You and I know that the city holds the street night lights
And we're gonna find it
We're gonna find the gold that illuminates our lives
And I, gonna go so far away
And I, gonna see the stars up high.
I get this sense of impending doom today. A lot of things hover perilously overhead--like that Psych exam this Wednesday, though seeing as I did the course in high school, it really shouldn't worry me--but it's not really school stuff that I'm concerned about. Rather, it's my health.
Last week, my sister got an INSANE cold (so insane that she holed herself up in the basement to heal and I didn't see her for three days), and right in the middle of it, my mom got holy God NORWALK VIRUS. Needless to say, my house was kind of a festering mass of plague and pestilence for a while there, but my sister has completely recovered since and my Mom is functioning again, so we assumed all is hunky dory. Danced around a maypole in celebration, all that jazz.
Today though, I feel bloody awful. I got a good amount of sleep, but still I woke up feeling like a silo fell on me in the night or something. And I cannot get rid of this bloody nausea in my stomach, either. These two things alone would not normally be cause for alarm, but I tried to put my boots on earlier and fell the hell over because I was so dizzy and crazy nauseous. I can't believe how dizzy I am. The thing that really bothers me is the fact that I can't seem to make my eyes focus properly right now. I tried to scribble a line or two of Tooth and Talon (a random short story) and I'll be goddamned if I could even focus on the lines. Just turning my head makes the whole world tilt dangerously on its axis. I don't believe this.
I can only pray that I don't end up insanely ill now. In the meantime, aside from being jumped by like, bird flu or Paraskevi-strain G.U.I.L.T., life is relatively normal. Wal-Mart manager from Hell, Tim, decided to devote all of yesterday to pissing me the hell off, and yes, me personally, but that's kind of to be expected because he is, well, the Wal-Mart manager from Hell. And he is a smart alec! I should have called him on his sarcasm and slapped it in his face like the bastard sea-pig he is. But I digress.
I went to Future Shop today to replace some random electronics, expecting to pay in excess of $20. What happened instead was I got everything I needed, and Future Shop paid me $11. I didn't really understand why, but there was no way I was complaining about it.
Friday night after work I went out to Benji's, had some Chinese food, and tried to get Colette in there. All but one of these succeeded. Then I had to work yesterday for nine hours, which sucked a bit, especially when you add Tim to the equation, but whatevs. After work I went out to Matt's, where he, Cole, and Kevin were battling for control of the multiverses in Smash Bros. We watched Akira after that. I had forgotten how utterly retarded that movie was. Good, but retarded. Geez.
Today was my little cousin Meaghan's seventh birthday, and I went to the family brunch because there was nothing else to do and my Aunt Sadie cooks like holy shit amazing. I spent most of the time wandering around feeling sick and just sitting down listening to the adults rant a lot about cars and talk about the sudden death of my great-Uncle Al, my grandmother's brother, who died of a heart attack over the weekend. (This is unnerving, because this makes the 3 dead siblings of the 5 there were originally having perished due to a heart attack. I'm really hoping it isn't a genetic thing, because I would like to keep my Grandma and my Aunt Judy around for a good few more years yet, thanks.) Now me and my dad are home chilling out, and I'm thinking I should go lie down for a while and see if I feel any better.
First, however, I offer you a little case-in-point story of why I need to get out of the retail business, and bloody fast.
Once upon a time, there was a Marchioness who went to a birthday party for her little cousin. While she was there, an uncle of hers (who also happened to be named Tim, and of no relation to her Manager from Hell, thank God) decided to engage her in the ongoing conversations with a little game.
Holding out his fist, he said, "I will give you what is in my hand if you can guess how much there is", which sparked a grumble from his wife about how the Marchioness was a grown woman and would have no interest in such games, but nonetheless peaking the interest of the slightly-under-the-weather Marchioness. She agreed to the challenge, because she had faced off against Snow Demons and Venetian noblemen of greater threat (but no greater bulk) than this uncle.
Her uncle opened his hand, just long enough to reveal that there was money there and give the Marchioness a glimpse of what was in there, before he closed it again. All that the Marchioness had seen was in the space of about 0.5 seconds. This, however, did not deter her. She sat back, thought for a moment, and then said, "$2.37".
Her uncle thought this guess was hilariously exact and began to laugh. All of them had a good laugh, except the Marchioness, who was just kind of waiting there. Finally, her uncle said, "She works in retail. Hm. Maybe I'd better actually count this." So he did. And a few moments later, he discovered that there was $2.36 in his hand. Which, in accordance to their agreement, he gave to the Marchioness. Then went off to tell how scary she was to anyone who would listen.
Holy shit I need to get out of the retail business, if I can count money in half a second to within a single penny. It weirded me out.
On that note, I am going upstairs to rest because I feel like I might fall out of my chair. Adieu.
Icarus kills bacteria with steam technology.
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