So there it is, my day off just ended. This has probably been the first day off in months that I haven't actually had anything to do. I sat about all day (despite it being about 22 degrees outside) in my apartment. I did some cleaning and some washing but spent most of it lazing about. Nothing was on tv so I decided to read the book I bought last week (which by the way is quite awesome. Weapons of Choice: World War 2.1 by John Birmingham, check it out). However the building going on at the adjacent apartment complex kept distrubing my litlle bit of piece so I did what any sane person would do under the circumstances, I opened fire on them! Well not quite I knew one of the builders on the scaffolding at about the same level as my apartment and he foolishly turned his ass to me to pick something up, so I grabbed my bb gun, loaded a mag and loosed two or three rounds into his ass and told him to keep the noise down. He saw the funny side ant it amused me for 20 minutes or so.
On a related topic, Dave (my flatmate) ordered an MP5 last week and it arrived today. To the wrong apartment. This is the second time this has happened. Both times the occupants opened the boxes first. I reckon they may think we're terrorists or a gang or something. First time was some SWAT style gear and now an MP5? If I was them I'd at least be concerned.
I spent the remainder of the day talking to a friend of mine and trying to comfort her. She's troubled and always has been. I've become something of an unqualified psychiatrist to her. She's back on anti-depressants and they don't seem to be working. Constantly talking about suicide and how the troubles of the world weigh her down to the point of crying daily, it's hard to keep her from doing so sometimes. She cares so much about everyone and it kills her inside, I wish I could do more for her but sometimes the arguments she makes are so well constructed I find it hard not to agree with her and say "why bother continuing to exist". It's a horrible thought but she's so intelligent and set in her ways it's hard to convince her not to do harm to herself.
After messing with his MP5 for about 4 hours (while under the influence of the sleeping tablets he had taken earlier) he eventually admitted defeat about getting the part fixed and went to bed. I then went over, fixed the part in 10 minutes and continued about my business. I could have done it 4 hours previous, but it was so much fun watching him struggle with it as he became more lethargic and uncoordinated and less able to concentrate. I know it's cruel but damnit it was funny, and there was still nothing good on tv so what else could I do???
My computer's gone from bad to worse, now the optical drive has packed in too. It was bad enough that I couldn't get the damn thing to play games or run movies but now I can't even reinstall photoshop. Company of Heros calls my name everyday as I pass by its disk case. And I still haven't finished the FEAR expansion pack. It's tearing me up!
So it's my birthday next week and I hadn't realised how close it was. Turns out my boss hadn't either so I may not have the week off I requested. Nice guy but I wouldn't let him manage an ant farm, let alone my work station. Though fair play to him, he did offer myself and the rest of us lowly schmucks he's in charge of a go at him over Xbox Live. 46 headshots in Battlefield 2. Stupid man, never charge a sniper, even in a vehicle. Still doesn't change my time off situation though.
Well that's enough blabbering from me, if you've somehow had the patience to read all of this then fair play to you and I apologise for how long and boring it was. Unfortunately I type as fast as I think so it all just spills out.
If you have just skipped to the end for a synopsis well basically what happened was this: two alien enounters, one botched Chuck Norris assasination and the consuming of 2 litres of jelly.
Phrase of the week remains the same as last due mostly to it being brought up so often:
"What in the name of Joe Dolan did you think it was for, elephant castration???"
On a related topic, Dave (my flatmate) ordered an MP5 last week and it arrived today. To the wrong apartment. This is the second time this has happened. Both times the occupants opened the boxes first. I reckon they may think we're terrorists or a gang or something. First time was some SWAT style gear and now an MP5? If I was them I'd at least be concerned.
I spent the remainder of the day talking to a friend of mine and trying to comfort her. She's troubled and always has been. I've become something of an unqualified psychiatrist to her. She's back on anti-depressants and they don't seem to be working. Constantly talking about suicide and how the troubles of the world weigh her down to the point of crying daily, it's hard to keep her from doing so sometimes. She cares so much about everyone and it kills her inside, I wish I could do more for her but sometimes the arguments she makes are so well constructed I find it hard not to agree with her and say "why bother continuing to exist". It's a horrible thought but she's so intelligent and set in her ways it's hard to convince her not to do harm to herself.
After messing with his MP5 for about 4 hours (while under the influence of the sleeping tablets he had taken earlier) he eventually admitted defeat about getting the part fixed and went to bed. I then went over, fixed the part in 10 minutes and continued about my business. I could have done it 4 hours previous, but it was so much fun watching him struggle with it as he became more lethargic and uncoordinated and less able to concentrate. I know it's cruel but damnit it was funny, and there was still nothing good on tv so what else could I do???
My computer's gone from bad to worse, now the optical drive has packed in too. It was bad enough that I couldn't get the damn thing to play games or run movies but now I can't even reinstall photoshop. Company of Heros calls my name everyday as I pass by its disk case. And I still haven't finished the FEAR expansion pack. It's tearing me up!
So it's my birthday next week and I hadn't realised how close it was. Turns out my boss hadn't either so I may not have the week off I requested. Nice guy but I wouldn't let him manage an ant farm, let alone my work station. Though fair play to him, he did offer myself and the rest of us lowly schmucks he's in charge of a go at him over Xbox Live. 46 headshots in Battlefield 2. Stupid man, never charge a sniper, even in a vehicle. Still doesn't change my time off situation though.
Well that's enough blabbering from me, if you've somehow had the patience to read all of this then fair play to you and I apologise for how long and boring it was. Unfortunately I type as fast as I think so it all just spills out.
If you have just skipped to the end for a synopsis well basically what happened was this: two alien enounters, one botched Chuck Norris assasination and the consuming of 2 litres of jelly.
Phrase of the week remains the same as last due mostly to it being brought up so often:
"What in the name of Joe Dolan did you think it was for, elephant castration???"
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cosmia:
It happens sometimes, people pull out and meets fall apart. Not that the meet is dead, maybe other people want to go still, but I'll be in Leitrim. Maybe you can convince everyone else to go?
cosmia:
Yup, the secret is to give looooots of notice! Like two months! SG Irelanders can be quite lazy sometimes.