5.07.2003
where to start? what to do?
don't you hate when you have SO much stuff to do, you don't even know where to begin? well, our house is pretty livable at this point, but i know i need to organize and get shit straight. i also want the house to be at a point where things are settled where they're gonna stay so i can start cleaning. i want to clean our floors, our bathroom, and give meya a bath, but if shit is gonna get dirty all over again, i'm not doing all that crap twice. sorry you aren't getting any help over at your house, neng. the boys here are doing an alright job, but i can see what it's gonna be like living with the two boys. i was watching something on tv last night (i was actually doing stuff, but the tv was on) and as soon as the boys got home from work, they were searching for some sports thing on tv. great... sports 28 hours a day up in here. i don't want it. andy's actually not that bad, but from what i understand, that's pretty much what kyle watches. i'm sure nobody could be worse than ronald (if the lakers are playing, the man is watching), but i'll just have to get used to kyle's schedule. well, i got up this morning to go to UCSD, but i sat out in the metered parking lot waiting for a parking space for half an hour and decided it was crap, so i called them and said i was bouncin. i came home and did a little arranging in the kitchen (cleaned out our fridge cause we have stuff growing its own friends in there), and my plan was to do something else, but i couldn't figure out where to start. blogging was definitely not one of the options. but i went online to balance my checkbooks and that always leads to reading blogs and so i thought i'd type one out.
oh, crissy, you didn't tell me you talked about that suicide thing in your class. i wrote a paper on it in one of my social psych classes. it's a pretty crazy phenomenon, and my professor told me that i should write my master's thesis on it, but i think that would require me to go into social psych and that's not really my deal. okay, i gotta do something productive.
don't you hate when you have SO much stuff to do, you don't even know where to begin? well, our house is pretty livable at this point, but i know i need to organize and get shit straight. i also want the house to be at a point where things are settled where they're gonna stay so i can start cleaning. i want to clean our floors, our bathroom, and give meya a bath, but if shit is gonna get dirty all over again, i'm not doing all that crap twice. sorry you aren't getting any help over at your house, neng. the boys here are doing an alright job, but i can see what it's gonna be like living with the two boys. i was watching something on tv last night (i was actually doing stuff, but the tv was on) and as soon as the boys got home from work, they were searching for some sports thing on tv. great... sports 28 hours a day up in here. i don't want it. andy's actually not that bad, but from what i understand, that's pretty much what kyle watches. i'm sure nobody could be worse than ronald (if the lakers are playing, the man is watching), but i'll just have to get used to kyle's schedule. well, i got up this morning to go to UCSD, but i sat out in the metered parking lot waiting for a parking space for half an hour and decided it was crap, so i called them and said i was bouncin. i came home and did a little arranging in the kitchen (cleaned out our fridge cause we have stuff growing its own friends in there), and my plan was to do something else, but i couldn't figure out where to start. blogging was definitely not one of the options. but i went online to balance my checkbooks and that always leads to reading blogs and so i thought i'd type one out.
oh, crissy, you didn't tell me you talked about that suicide thing in your class. i wrote a paper on it in one of my social psych classes. it's a pretty crazy phenomenon, and my professor told me that i should write my master's thesis on it, but i think that would require me to go into social psych and that's not really my deal. okay, i gotta do something productive.
