I'm at work...

... but there's a lull in the work right now, so I'm taking the time, company time, mind you, to post something. I'm listening to the MJ Morning Show on 93.3 WFLZ, a local radio station. Good stuff. I listen to it every morning. It makes the day go by a little more quickly. It ends at 10, though, but that's okay because my first break of the day comes at 10. Come noon, the NHL radio show comes on, so I can an additional two hours of wonderfulness! I just log on to NHL.com and tune in to the radio show from there. It's awesome. It breaks up the monotony of the day. On Thursday, there are two NHL radio shows, which is great because Thursdays are my long (10 hour) days and I get to listen to them both. Good stuff there.

Um... that's about it.

Whoa!

...and just like that, I've abandoned you all again! What the..? How can I be so rude? I feel ever so ashamed. I truly do.



Okay, I lied. I don't feel that bad about it, but I do admit to feeling the tiniest, little pang of guilt way down in the pit of my stomach. That might be gas, though. No... no, it's guilt. Sorry!

What can I say, though? There's nothing much to write about. Nothing worthwhile anyway. The Devils are going to playoffs for the 11th straight year and will hopefully raise Lord Stanley's Cup for the fourth time since the '94-'95 season. The San Jose Sharks are undefeated in their 20 (yes, twenty) games. The Pittburgh Penguins dominate the East and Alex Ovechkin and Co. in Washington give the Carolina Hurricanes a run for their money in the Southeast Division.

Life is good.

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.