Today was just a weird day.
Allow me to begin by explaining that I’ve been shirking blogging because nothing has happened.
I’ve settled into a pretty comfortable monotony and I now remember why I love summertime in spite of the miserable weather.
Today I went to work at 8 AM, which is a lot harder than it sounds. I played with the toys that I brought and listened to music on my laptop. When people came in, I helped them with their stuff, and then went right back to playing. It wasn’t a bad day, all-in-all. (Although it does irritate me that my [Pre-Order] still isn’t here, 2 months after it was supposed to be…)
This reminded me of something Laura mentioned. She was jokingly talking about “going out to get some tail.” I replied that I could never do that. How would I start the conversation?
“Hi, my name is Tom. I’m into Star Wars as well as Legos, but predominately Star Wars Legos.”
“Want to make out?”
That’ll go over real well. As I’m typing this I realized that I talk about my toys and legos all the time, but there are zero pictures of them on the website. Perhaps I’ll work on fixing that, maybe even tomorrow. It would certainly give me more reasons to post, as frequently as I blow money on toys…
Maybe I should also get around to doing the Student Senate website re-do like I said I would. eeeeeh. Fun Fact: The killer in today’s X-Files episode looked like Student Government President Matt Sevcheck (incorrect, albeit phonetic spelling of his name). I say this with no ill-will meant, but only that the resemblance struck me as uncanny. *shudder*
In the vein of things that make me shudder, I spent an extended period of time in the dark abyss that is Loose Park at nighttime. I was there for a friendly game of capture the flag that I quickly realized was far too epic for my frail little body. It was still fun, but only after you stop psyching yourself out that someone’s gonna jump you in the shadows. Or that you’re gonna step on some dismembered arm and see a body 4 feet away. –>UPDATE<– I’ve been watching a lot of X-Files lately. So I think about dismembered arms, and other nasty and/or weird stuff.
As I was leaving Capture-the-Flag-In-the-Dark-and-Don’t-Get-Jumped, I was almost to my car, when I hear, “Is that Tom Hogan?” I brace for whatever wave of nostalgia is headed my way, and suddenly I see it’s Marian!
I met Marian way, way back in my Freshman year of High School. She and I briefly ran in the same circles, and so we were friends. One day she actually shadowed at Miege, and ended up in my English class. It was then that she hugged me. I told her not to. She persisted, and I asked her to leave my bubble. She proceeded to make fun of my bubble and periodically feigned an invasion of my personal space.
And just like that, Marian defined what people would ridicule me about for the next four years of High School. I became “That Guy Who Doesn’t Like Hugs” / “Leper Boy No One Touches”. Which was OK. I just now realized though, with the perspective of not seeing her in like… three years, that all my personal space jokes can be traced back to that one fateful day.
So, Marian, I salute you.
I wouldn’t be nearly as maladjusted without you.
Earlier in the evening I made a smuggling run of Toothpaste to Laura. She was stuck sitting a house/child for an overnight, and had neglected to bring that hygiene essential. My mom has like… eight-zillion of those toothpaste samples lying around, so I took her one, along with a really, really sugary beverage. Net Gain for Laura’s Teeth: ZERO!
Stretching back even earlier in my afternoon, I visited Lizz at her place of employment: Steinmart! Man… I walked into that store, and I kinda got that feeling… I can’t describe it exactly, but it reminded me of how I heard one time that they always paint the walls of mental facilities pink- because it soothes the occupants. Steinmart is like that. Everything about it just seems to lull you off to sleep.
The climate controls set are set to sub-zero to slow your heart-rate, putting you in a metabolic state similar to a coma; the mu-zak blaring at a whopping 30 decibels (~volume of leaves rustling); the huge labyrinth-like maze of softly colored, friendly household items…
It’s a wonder I didn’t pass out from sheer relaxation right then and there. Somehow though, I found Lizz, working in Shoes. [Oh-My-God, SHOES] (Side note; I’m pretty sure that I’m the only one that still thinks that’s funny… it kills me.) So yeah. Lizz works in shoes. Brigid works there too. But the important thing is that you watched that video, and you know associate it with Lizz working in Shoes.
Now I’m home, and I’m tired. Thankfully, I have nothing to do tomorrow in the morning.
I’m looking forward to eating breakfast food at 1 PM more than you can possibly imagine.