MAY 2003

Friday, May 30, 2003

And so May is gone.
Bye May.

OK, weird...I had another dream...with a leopard!
OK, maybe it was a jaguar! I still dunno!!!
But come on, what are the odds of having another dream with a leopard / jaguar creature?!?
I wanna know what it's supposed to mean (if anything), but have had no luck looking online...
I'm gonna have to pass by a bookstore this weekend and see what's up...

Well, like I said, bye May!

Wednesday, May 28, 2003

You know, I know Iím way too anal for this or any other universe, but would it fucking kill you to keep some change in your car?
I am so glad I only use the highways twice a week, because every time Iím at the tollbooth, the fucker in front of me makes every body wait while he or she first looks around for a half an hour, then realizes he has no change and either pays with a twenty, or worst still a credit card!
Thatís so fucking wrong!

Monday, May 26, 2003

Four days off and nothing to show for it.

Actually, the highlight of my extended weekend came way back on Thursday night / Friday morning when I delved into the Downtown Miami area for the first time ever at night (I've been there in the day time to try to get County jobs or to visit the big library, etc.)
I went to check out Ology, a very young cool band that I found out about via their singer, a very cool young lady who e-mailed me about this site once. She and I have become pretty cool cyber-buds, and when she told me about her gig I had to try and go. Luckily for me my coworker, the drummer for SWEETBONE AND Daddy Likes, wanted to check Ology out too, so he drove me into that far away place called Downtown.
We actually got to see more of Manjo Potts, an alternative rock band with surprisingly blistering, Metal style guitar leads. They kinda rocked.
It was already pretty late when Ology finally went on stage, and my buddy had to get up to go to work in the morning, so we only saw them perform about 4 or 5 songs. Still, I was mightily impressed. The band is pretty mellow by my standards, but very tight, and the singer had a really great voice. I wanna say that they have a bit of a No Doubt and Blondie thing going on, but that wouldn't be fair. They're definitely their own bad. Anyway, she really blew me away, first with her e-mails, then with her voice.
I could prolly fall for her quite easily if she wasn't so young, and SO very far beyond me...
Pretty cool night, that was.

Wednesday, May 21, 2003

OK, so I don't know much about dreams, and what they mean, or if they mean anything at all, but I had a weird one.
Actually, I don't remember much, and since I'm such a wimp, I always wake up before things get too hairy, but all I know is that I was at my aunt's house, and in the back yard she has a shed / shack thing that's basically a storage room, etc.
But somehow I knew that there was a leopard in there. (or maybe it was a jaguar...I looked online and they look very similar, so who the hell knows...)
Anyway, I put my books down (I dunno why I was carrying books, and if they were school books, or what) and I decided to get closer to the shed to see if I could hear anything, etc.
Well, as I get closer suddenly there's a loud roar and crash, and cartoon-style, the leopard / jaguar had busted down the door right off the hinges, so it fell flat to the ground, and a very pissed off animal was headed right towards me.
I picked up my books (again with the books?) and tried to run back into my aunt's house to close the door...(I'm not the fastest runner...duh!)
...but in true wimp style, by the time I reached the door it was almost on me, and I woke up like the frightened little girl I can be.

Weird, huh?

Oh, hey, I wanted to mention that Tripod must be hurting for $$$, and so I'm sorry about all the pop ups...
You prolly already know this, but you can close the bigger ones immediately, and then just minimize the smaller one, because that one'll keep popping up as you open another page anyway.
Sorry for the inconvenience, but that's the price of free web space.
And I do appreciate people checking out my site...

Sunday, May 18, 2003

So today is my parentsí 45 wedding anniversary.
45 years!!!
Thatís a hella long time for two people who really donít get along all that wellÖ

Saw an old friend I hadnít seen in a while last night, along with Pal Joey and his Gal.
It was a nice dinner, but I had to cut out early to go check out another palís band, SweetBone. They kicked out the jams last night, despite some technical difficulties. A nice highlight was that I got to meet somebody whoís become a pretty great e-mail bud, along with her band mates. I hope to check out their band soon. Theyíre called Ology, which I think is a great name.

So todayís a typical SundayÖ
Gotta get my shit together and do a bunch of reading for class tomorrow night.
Also paid some bills and set up the next batch, which is a damn ugly bunch. Shit.
Lifeís expensiveÖ

Wednesday, May 14, 2003

So it turns out that my fears about the class I was taking were a bit premature.
Since it's a non-credit class, there are no tests or grades really. It's just about completing the course, and then signing up for Part II, which uses the same book.
So while there will be a lot of reading...really boring, accounting reading, it should be all good.

And I'm actually attending class at a Middle School, not on a college campus.
My God, it's been 20 years since I've been to Middle School. Hell, I didn't even go to Middle School. Back then it was Junior High.
Oy vey, but I'm an old man...

You know, I hate when I have to drive in the rain.
Especially in day time, because I'm old and forgetful...and sure enough last night I left my lights on for about an hour after getting home.
Luckily a neighbor pointed it out to me, and so I'm here this morning, as opposed to trying to find a way to get a new car battery...
Thanks neighbor lady that I've never said two word to before!

Sunday, May 11, 2003

Happy Mother's Day to those that fit the bill.

Not much going on.
Pretty badly sunburned.
I just can't seem to get into the habit of applying the proper amount of sunscreen.
It hurts a little, but it's more uncomfortable than anything else. And a little embarrassing because I look so stupid.

I was recently in the position to observe people.
I've always known that people watching is great sport, but in this case I could really observe behavior. I don't know to what extent the people I was observing were "normal", but suffice it to say that while I've always known I was different, I'm so not normal.
As I watched these people engage in conversation I realized I will never be like them. I have no conversational skills (unless maybe it's a subject I care about a lot), and I have like no social skills. The rules of the game are lost on me, and I will never truly be able to participate.

Which brings me to tomorrow. I start a class for about a month's time. A bookkeeping class at the behest of my boss. To say I'm apprehensive is an understatement.
To say I have more than a little interest is a lie.
I know it's all for the greater good. Well, my greater good, but damn, I don't wanna do it.

Tuesday, May 6, 2003

Why is SARS funny?
I don't get it.
Nobody (with a conscience) makes fun of AIDS.
But SARS...ha ha. Funny.

Anyway, I know the empty can rattles the most, but I just feel like bitching. Bitching, crying, screaming, breaking stuff,jumping off a building, sticking my head in a hole, suffocating myself with a pillow while drowning in my own tears.
Whatever helps.
Emptiness is so hard to swallow.

Sunday, May 4, 2003

Friday night I hung out with a bud and his girlfriend.
Saturday I hung out with another friend and his girlfriend.
Why can't I just have a girlfriend of my own?
Guess that's too much to ask.

Everything else sucks right now too.

A good friend of mine is recovering from surgery right now.
Doubt he'll be reading this anytime soon, if at all, but all the best dude.