June 15, 2005 @ 3:29 pm by sean
So I just found out today that I won’t get paid until the 30th. That makes it really difficult to stay positive. Before the 30th, I have Lisa’s birthday, Alyson’s birthday, Sean’s grad party, Unwed Sailor/Anathallo, Eyes On Design, I still want to get something for Jason and Mandy, I have to get to work, I have to pay for the canoe trip, I have to buy film, I have to pick up pictures, I have to get pictures developed, father’s day, lunch with Kelly, and I want to get something for Jon and Kelly for their wedding July 3rd. I currently have 7 dollars in my bank account. I’m practically 21 years of age, I don’t want to borrow money from my parents anymore. I already owe them nearly $200 since I got home. Now I have another two weeks to go. I’ll get paid by the Gleason’s for house/dog sitting this Thursday through Sunday, and that will probably be gas for the next two weeks, and that’s it. No presents, no music, no photography, no fun. And I have this bloody laceration on my trigger finger which means I probably can’t shoot with my family on father’s day. Ugh. The ironic thing, is that when I get paid, it will be a huuuge check. My tithe will be bigger than some of entire paychecks at past jobs. It’s frustrating knowing that when it comes, all the aforementioned problems will be erased. It’s not even that I want CD’s or movies or to eat out(besides lunch with Kelly) or to just spend money freely. I want to buy gifts for people and maintain my car and be a good steward. The low oil light came on. Warning lights don’t go on in my car. It’ll be on for at least two more weeks. That’s 800 more miles.
Watching Lindsey Hunter play basketball is a great example. He is always having a good time. Even when the Pistons lose, he still smiles and plays his hardest. I want to be like that. I’ve only known Joel since I’ve been home, and have only seen him at practice, but he is such a positive person. I’m tired of being so moody. Any time I’m tired I get frustrated and unhappy.
But not unhappy like Larry Brown. I would have liked to have cable last night so I could see the press conference with him. In past press confrences in games they won, you wouldn’t be able to tell by his demeanor. He’ll say what they did right, but his voice sounds like they lost, and he focuses more on what they need to do better. All 48 minutes he forces his players to play at 100%, even if the are up by 13 with a minute left to play. Instead I just get lazy and satisfied.
And the whole Pistons team, down 2-0 against a great team, come back and give their all and provide a great, exciting basketball game.
Oh yea, I’ll be house sitting at the Gleason’s, and Mrs. said I could have guests. So if you are interested in an quiet evening of socializing at a great house, come over. Let me know if you are going too, but feel free to stop over spontaneously. I’m really looking forward to this. It’d be great if Sean could stay home with me. Though if he stayed home, there would be no reason for them to have me house/dog sit.
My finger smells.
Go here and click on the hoops link. Then at the bottom they have a 30 and 60 second commercial, and uncut. It’s pretty fricken sweet.
I was just invited to go to lunch with some people sometime. That is certainly not my style, especially because they are all attractive young, fairly recent college grads, but maybe I’ll do it sometime. It would be a good experience I suppose.
In the July 2005 ‘Automobile’ magazine, it reports “According to a recent study by the Progressive Group of Insurance Companies, cars with more than 200 hp on tap are involved in fewer accidents.’ That last part needs italicization, but I haven’t figured that out on Macs yet. Draw conclusions what you will, but not ‘speed kills.’
There is a moment, a very short moment, when the cloud in front of the sun thins, and begins to reveal the sun in it’s full brightness. But just before the sun is too bearable to look at, the clouds are sufficiently think enough to see the sun in it’s perfect sphere without any eye protection, and the sun appears as the moon, bright and white. That’s such a great moment.
I’m so thankful for the view out this window infront of me. Watching the dark clouds move over me in all their glory. Beyond them the lighter clouds and the suns rays finding their way through. Bird occasionally flying by. Sometimes rain falling in the distance. Or streaking down the glass that separates us. Nothing else seems quite as important as doing nothing else but staring. Well, perhaps writing about it, and then staring again.