The weekend is upon us

We are at the threshhold of a three day weekend!

That's it. That's all you get. Just the excitement of a three day weekend. A long, deserved three day weekend.

Chop, chop.

Apparently the men decided our tree in the front needed trimming. Not there's much left of it anyway. That tree has been there since we moved here, but I'm not really attached to it. It could go, I guess. It's a huge tree, as you can see, but it's dead or dying. Most of it anyway. Spring leaves mask the mostly bare limbs. Come fall, though, it looks like it does in the picture. Not pretty. Just kind... blah.

Um...

Does anyone see the irony in holding a 3 hour meeting about Time Management?

Or that the section about procrastination was held last?

Ugh....

I woke up this morning dead tired, with a nasty headache, with only one functioning nostril, and an upset stomach. This is not how I want to my weekend. No, thank you. I went to church, sat down, struck up an awkward conversation with some old lady, then got up and went home before the service even started. No, thanks. Not sticking around for that when I'm feeling ready to revisit the half a slice of pizza I took in last night. I'll pass on that.

I feel better now. I just needed to rest, I suppose. There's a hockey game on and that always gets your mind off of your troubles. It's such a wonderful sport. The only real sport. Right now, Pittsburgh is leading Philadelphia 2-0 in the 1st period. That makes me feel even better! Words cannot express how much I loathe Philadelphia. It gives me so much pleasure and joy to see them having to fight for their playoff spot and lose all of these extremely important games. Here's to Washington to try to wrestle away that 8th and final playoff spot from Philly. I'm pulling for you, Ovechkin.

I cleaned my room. I did my laundry. I even fixed myself a light lunch, consisting of toast and a handful of potato chips. Hey, I don't feel well. What do you expect? I probably could have done without the chips, though.... but they did taste good.

I'm off for now as, like most days, I have nothing of any real importance to say.

Hej då.

Do you...

...ever feel completely out of place at social events? I do. Every time. This is why I avoid them most of the time. I generally don't know the people that are going and I don't have anything to say. Tonight, I attended a social event at a pizza place. All of the people sit around me, talking it up, and I sit there staring at a half empty glass of water. The highlight of the evening is when the waiter/waitress comes by and asks if I want more water. Then and only then is something said or asked that I can relate to and respond to. This is why I don't get out much.

I guess I could attempt to make conversation, but I've never been very good at it. I'm not the type of person that demands to know every little detail about every little thing. I just don't have to know, and often times I don't think to ask someone to elaborate. I ask a question, they answer, and it ends. I'm told quite often that I'm extremely difficult to talk to. I realize this. I try, but it's just not in my nature. There's also the fact that I don't know the person and most likely won't be able to relate to anything they have to say. How do you deal with that?

I made a random comment here and there and someone would respond, but that was the extent of my involvement in the conversations at hand. For an hour after we ate, we stood outside the restaurant and everyone talked. I stood there. Silently. Everyone knows everyone else and went on and on about things I hadn't a clue about. I, being relatively new to the church where these people came from, didn't know anyone. I was introduced to a guy that my brother was talking to, but I forgot his name seconds later. That's not because I wasn't paying attention, but it's because I have a terrible short term memory. I leaned up against a wall for most of the hour and watched people.

I guess that despite being so uncomfortable at these things, I would probably go again if asked. I've been a bit more social lately. I guess this is just something you go through, especially being some that's so shy. It's inevitable to feel weird. Maybe the mor eI do these things, the better I'll be able to talk to these people. They seemed nice enough, I suppose. Meh. I don't know. They're all married off with kids of their own. I can't relate to that. I don't even have a girlfriend. Hm.

There's a hockey game on. I'm going to watch that.

Hej då.

And...

...And yet I keep coming back to this blog. Despite the fact that I really have nothing to say. Despite the fact that today, like all the rest, contained nothing of any real importance. It is, however, a Friday. That, my friends, is a good thing. This has been a very long week and I am glad the weekend is now finally upon us. It is time to rest and relax. It is time to think about everything that doesn't pertain to work and be happy while doing it.

I got off early on Fridays (I'm home by 2:15pm-2:30pm), which is great, but I've come to the realization that there is NOTHING good on TV during the day time. I'm sorry, but who gives a flip about all of these old shows they show re-runs of? Who cares about talk shows? Who cares about Dr. Freaking Phil, the fat, bald blowhole? I want something with action! I want something to explode in the first 20 seconds of watching it. Otherwise, it's not worth watching. The good news is that there's pizza. Even though there's nothing worth watching on TV, my stomach and taste buds are happy.

That's all you get today. Hej då.

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You see, the problem with writing a blog is that everyone expects you to keep it updated. This can be an issue when you really have nothing to say or when the life you lead is uneventful. It could be argued that one could make their life eventful for the sake of amusing the blogging masses, but that would require more effort than that person is willing to put forth. Then again, I guess it would depend on what it is that can be more eventful. I might have to get off my rear end.

I wrote a lot when I first made this blog. Look at that. 67 entries in 2007. It's hardly what some of those veteran bloggers do, but I have to work on occasion, so that cuts down on my sit down and type time. Those people are also usually so concerned with politics or movie stars that they lose the personal touches a blog can have. Who cares what Jessica Alba for for lunch today. I don't want to read that. I do, however, want to know that little Johnny down the road from you shot himself in the foot with a nail gun after falling off the roof. It's those little local and personal things that attract me. Not Hollywood. Or Washington DC.

It's a shame that people that of the 4 people that read my blog, only one of them can actually respond to my hockey comments with an real knowledge. Maybe two. Janne, being Swedish, is naturally knowledgeable about Peter Forsberg and the sort, but how much he actually follows hockey is beyond me. I have no clue. This statistic hinders what I can write about. I only know so much and eventually, I will run out of original things to say. Then again, I'm sure this very blog has been written by someone else, somewhere in the world. I've lost originality and I haven't even finished writing.

Tomorrow is Friday. Rejoice! This is a happy time. Weekends, though short, are quite welcome in this corner of the world. There's nothing like getting up at 7am on Saturday morning and flipping on the morning cartoons while you munch down on a bowl of Lucky Charms. I don't do either, mind you, but the point remains. Weekends are fun.

My music of choice at the moment is actually something out of the norm for me. The noise blasting through my headphones and into my ears is actually something that could only be described as heavy metal/rock. Shocking, I know, especially given my utter dislike for rock-ish style music. (Or any music for that reason, I suppose. My palate of tolerable music is quite bland, I assure you.)

There's a hockey game on. That takes precedence over this. Hej då.

Ja, ja, I'm here.

So it has come to my attention that I need to update this thing. It turns out, much to my surprise, that people actually take the time to read what I have to say. Apparently, though, no one gives a flip about Foppa, his flop, or his return the National Hockey League and the Colorado Avalanche. This is depressing as I have had nothing to say aside from that for the last long while.

I am, however, back for now. What I shall write, I have no clue. I don't plan these things. I start with a blank page and make things up as I go along. That's why some posts are 12 and a half pages long and someone are a sentence long. If you're lucky, I'll even post a picture. I haven't done that in quite a while. Today is your lucky day, however, because I am going to post a picture.

There. A picture. A picture of my back yard no less. A picture of a beautiful day in my back yard. Look at that. Bright blue sky, a few fluffy, white clouds floating by. Not a drop of rain any where in sight. Bright green trees sway in the gentle breeze. Sometimes Florida isn't that bad. Most of the time it is. That's all you get for the pictures.

What am I supposed to write now? Nothing has happened that is worth noting. Nothing has happened that is worth noting that the people who read this don't already know. For you folk that actually read this and aren't part of my personal visible group of people, speak up. I know you're out there. Lurking. I don't like spies. SPAIS!!! OH NOEZ!!1one! Show yourself. Okay, that was random and I apologize for that. I spend too much time on internet forums, watching 15 year olds make posts.

I'm currently listening to: Socker, by Kent. What? You shouldn't be surprised. What else do I listen to? This song, however, is a little blasphemous. I did refuse to listen to it for a while because of the English translation to the song, but then I started listening to it again, using the justification that I'm enjoying the music, not the lyrics. As the song is in Swedish, that is a valid excuse. Then again, I know what is being said. May not work.

Work is slow. It's always slow. Thursdays are particularly painful as I sit in my little cubicle from 4pm-6pm and twiddle my thumbs. Why I'm required to work for 10 hours on Thursdays is beyond me. I guess I shouldn't complain because I get out early on Fridays, but... gah. Give me a break.

I went out for pizza last Saturday with a little party for my brother's birthday. We went to a movie afterward, even though my brother didn't go to that. It was too late and he had to go get his kids. I went with his brother in law and his wife, a friend of his from school and his wife, and a girl that goes that goes to his church. Good company. We were cracking jokes throughout the movie. There were only, including us, about a dozen people in the entire theater (it was late at night), so no one seemed to mind that we were laughing.

I am going out to the same pizza place this coming Saturday for a church thing. Hm. I don't know any of the people that are going (because it is my brother's church), but I felt like being slightly more social, so I accepted the invite to go. I should point out the pizza was not wonderful the first time I went and I don't hold much hope that it will be any beter this time around. I'm surprisingly pessimistic for someone trying to be positive for once and be social.

My brother just purchased his very own 50" Hi-Def Plasma TV. I'm proud. It's identical to the one that I have. His other TV was on the fritz and it was time for a new one. It's so pretty. If I didn't have one of my own, I'd be at his house every tim a hockey game was being shown.

I bought new pants recently. Khakis. Nifty. That's all I have to say about that, though. No. I'm not going to provide pictures of myself wearing them. That would take far too much time and effort and since most of the people that read this know me personally and see me often, you've already seen them.

I still play CyberNations. If you don't, you should. Then you should join the Viridian Entente alliance. I was recently promoted to the Academy Staff of the alliance. That means I get to grade your entrance exam. Don't fail. I have a big red marker now and I'm not afraid to declare proudly that you failed with a giant F on your forehead.

Hm... that's it, I think. What else? Nothing else, I guess.

Hej då.