everything except himself

It’s always fun for me to go back and see old acquaintances. People say funny things. There was a big argument over the Georgia/Georgia Tech game, and I was cheering for Georgia Tech. Well, I guess it would be more precise to say that I was cheering against Georgia. One of the guys is a -huge- Gerogia fan. So, I was picking on his team, and this girl I know chimes in, “Scott, I thought I loved you, but now I don’t know.” I couldn’t help but laugh. I hope she wasn’t trying to be serious. She’s a funny girl, though she’s too young for me. Ah, to be me…

Genki ja nai. Annus mirabilis, horrible day. Le flu: coup de grâce. Glasnost & kleenex, quid pro quo. Mano a mano, hombre enfermo a enfermedad. Mot juste? Achooooo!

One last thing before I go. Because someone asked (sort of), I’ve written a short description of who I am and what I like. Check it out here: Personal Ad. Like everything in my life, it’s non-serious, so don’t read into it too much.

Yes! I made it through the shift alive. It’s amazing how good washing your face after work like that feels. Granted it’s not hard work, for real, but I’m glad it’s over for another few weeks. It’s kind of made me realize a few things, though. I think I’m going to give up on some of the things I’ve been working on lately. I don’t have time for them, and some of them have lost their value to me. Like, picture this, you work and work and work for something… and then it totally turns out to not be what you want. That’s not because you got it; that’s because it was never what you really wanted from the beginning. I guess part of this is realizing it beforehand so I’m not disappointed with it later. I think I’m going to pull a spy move and disappear from online stuff for a bit. Ja mata. Au revoir. Adeus. وداعا. Das große Auf Wiedersehen. Hasta la vista.

Today, I worked the other job (i.e the one that happens to be at a movie theater in a mall). Black Friday, mmm… I spent 10 hours making popcorn, serving customers, etc. I had to wear my boots, since the old black shoes I used to wear are breaking from use. I spent most of the day trying not to slip on the oil-slick ceramic tile. Fun.

Speaking of fun, this weekend has been the x-girlfriend hit parade for me. Got a couple messages from one, had to work with another, and I’m guessing that the list will grow. “How’s college” seems to be the obligatory question. “Have you switched to Tech yet?” To which I have to restrain myself from saying something along the lines of, “No, that’s next Fall, like I told you last time.” 2 points for not being recognized at first by the one I had to work with. I think I’ll ditch this whole social life crap and become a spy. I’m good at hiding my identity, apparently. If nothing else, the witness relocation agency won’t have too much of a problem hiding me for some of the heinous crimes I’ve commited that I’ll need to at least appear in court about.

Winter needs to ice everything over for a day. I need time to catch up.

p.s. [12:46am] I just remembered I have to go in at 9 in the morning later today.

I hope you can see the attitude behind this cute fascade…

I realize that Thanksgiving break (Wednesday-Tuesday from school) will be here and gone before I know it, but I’m excited that I’ll probably get to see some people I haven’t seen in a while. Don’t get me wrong, Douglessville and my old job (I’ll be back at the movie theater for the weekend) still suck, but I do like some of the people there and those who will be coming home during the break.

I have this dilemma, though: how do I get out of buying Christmas presents for my family? I already bought my father’s gift a long time ago, but I’m kind of trending more red than black ink these days. I don’t want to waste more money on gifts people won’t use or appreciate. That’s how it goes. I wouldn’t have a problem buying them gifts if I knew they’d enjoy them. “It’s the thought that counts.” Okay, right, so you made me waste money on something you didn’t want? I hope you can think about that.

For all that, I don’t have anything special going on for Christmas time. I’m just glad I don’t have to be on campus for it. Not that I had to be on campus for it last year. Dorm students at SPSU are NOT allowed to stay on campus after finals in the rooms that they’ve paid for through the end of the next semester. Uhm, wow, dumbest thing ever, no? Wait, no, maybe the management company can’t trust their workers and feel that people’s stuff would go missing randomly as students aren’t there to protect their stuff? And the dorms definitely don’t have any security features (like cameras); they just rely on out-spoken stool pidgeons for information. I can think of 2 or 3 incidents that weren’t solved because there isn’t anything remotely related to security in those buildings. Yeah, way to go! Effective management at its finest… almost as good as ABL (on-campus food management company) cafeteria food. Ridiculous.

So, I almost hit this dog on the way home tonight. It was dark, but I saw the dog in enough time to quickly switch (read “swerve”) into a different lane. I didn’t hit it, so don’t worry about it. What I really want to say is that I heard this awesome song on the way home. 99X does this thing called “Sunday School” with imports and other new music. I don’t usually get to listen to it, but I did tonight. This song is a little slow jazz with a lot of pop (go listen to it here: youtube plus this proves that “The Robot” did NOT die… and british folks are crazy):

A long time ago — a l-o-o-o-ng time ago — I liked this girl, right. One day she jokingly pointed to this little kid all dressed up in a suit and this miniature necktie and said, “Look! He dresses better than you.” I recently saw the following quote and it got me thinking about that time, especially in light of my need to purchase long-sleeved shirts, “At what time do men desire to dress up in front of women?” I guess it escapes me why anyone would care how I look in public. It’s not that I dress badly, really, in my opinion at least. I guess it was different back then, though. One of the girls I know actually said to me, “Scott, people don’t like you for your looks.” Burn, much? Anyhow, my point in saying all of this is that I’m no longer happy with the way I used to dress, for whatever reason. I think most of it stems from the fact that most of those things no longer fit anymore — well, arguably, they never fit to begin with… XL ftw (I’m an M) — and so I decided to buy clothes that did.

I went to the Kohl’s in Marietta to buy the stuff. As soon as I walked in, I just missed the eyes of a girl checking me out. How can you tell? I think most people are shy about that stuff, so they look away in a much more aggressive manner than one would look away from, say, a potato or other type of produce; it turns the whole upper torso away. Mind you, I don’t often check girls out because, to me, even though I find someone attractive, it doesn’t mean much to me unless I know the person. Besides, if you don’t watch yourself, you’ll turn into a creepy stalker who has a really skewed idea of what affection is and ends up in jail for intent to kidnap. That, or some spunky chick side-lines you with a Hello Kitty scooter. You better run fast, too, because she’ll probably proceed to beat you with it. Did I mention that stalking is creepy?

Back to my story. So, I go back and find the dress shirts. I picked out three: red, green, and yellow. I’m not usually a bright colors guy, but Fate dictates otherwise sometimes. You’ll probably see me on the news for my heinous crimes. To my chagrin, one of the shirts, though the measurement was right (32-33), was listed as XLARGE. Hmm, nope, not gonna work this time. This is probably why I shouldn’t shop alone, but, oh, well, what guy goes shopping with other people, right? I went back and found MEDIUM’s, though I had to sift through shirts, one that didn’t even bother with sizes except to be marked with an LT in place of the size. Uhm, “Largest Tonnage?” Yeah…

After getting home and picking out enough needles to comfortably pin a voodoo doll, I realize how weird this whole thing is for me. There was a time when I hated having to wear a button up shirt. At the time, I only tolerated them because, unlike a T-shirt, I could spike my hair then put a shirt on over it. Additionally, after Little Five-Points, I think I’ve found a home in vintage ties. I guess we all grow up eventually… Oh, wait, you think I’ll actually tuck those shirts in and wear nice pants and shoes? Try jeans and my worn-out Vans.

Today started off with a bang. Actually, that sound was me walking straight into a wall (note to self: turn lights on next time). This was followed by tripping up the stairs I almost fell down the night before (note to self: learn how to #%&^ing walk). Somehow making it outside the front door, I realized it was cold (note to self: shaving is less important than being WARM!) At least my car didn’t have ice on it or anything (note to audience: I have to park outside). Wearing a jacket over a short-sleeved shirt is so not cutting it, though. I’m going to have to get more long-sleeved shirts on Friday or something. I’m thinking like a dark red, a light blue, and maybe a pale green or something. I’m quickly running out of colours, mind you. Whatever goes with this slacker style of clothing I’ve adopted for winter (dress shirt + blue jeans). Personal style has never been my strong point.