I am not in San Marcos today. I should be at school, but do to some medical condition, I am home blogging on my old laptop whose mouse doesn't work. I'm sick of pressing the tab button over and over again.
Anyways, I cracked my 5th metatarsal. That's the pinky toe. It's cracked a little further down from the connection to the rest of the foot. I'm going to see an orthopedic specialist tomorrow. They will try to see if they can put it in an immobilizing cast. Otherwise, this doctor said I'd have to get some surgery and get a screw in there.
My dumbass is feeling real stupid right now. I am, as they say, an R-tard(pronounced arr-tard). If you must wonder how this has happened, all one of you reading... haha... victoria (pointless cuz she was there)... anyways... it happened in San Clemente. Me and Victoria were there for happy hour at the Fisherman's restaurant, our weekly get together. After, to sober up a little and to make the night last a lil longer, we went to these swings on the beach. We swing. I totally own her in swinging. I was reaching zero G mid swing. It was awesome. Then, I get the brilliant idea: stand up! I used to do this as a kid. I swing while I'm standing and I realize how bad an idea it was so I jump off. Mid jump, I trip a little and when I land, I land on the outside of my left ankle. I fall and hear a pop from my ankle. Viola! Fractured 5th metatarsal.
After a visit to the health and wellness center, receiving crutches and an appointment for tomorrow, I'm going to just relax for the rest of this ruined Halloween.
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Monday, October 30, 2006
My Second Blog, better than the first?/High School Friends
So it's been about 15 minutes since my first posting. I have updated my profile and am still about 100 minutes from getting out of here. I do have some work to finish before I leave, but it's only going to take me about 15 minutes to get it done. I know I could take my sweet time with that 15 minutes worth of work, but my astounding work ethic requires that when I work, it's %100. With all this downtime of doing %00 work, it averages out to about %1 altogether.
I do have a topic to discuss with myself and whatever sad soul runs across this blog. Lemme tell you, only thing sadder than a blogger who blogs because of pure boredom, is the blog reader of said blogger... but I digress as I often do and will do.
This weekend, I meet up with friends from high school. Since I came down to UCSD, even a year or two before, my contact with high school friends went down to absolute zero. I used to blame them entirely but, although some people do deserve that blame (and they know who they are...) I realized how inaccessible I have become as well. I've been either working full-time, in school full time or some sick mixture of both. A couple weeks, I swore off high school friends for good, but now I think I've changed my mind for at least a few exceptions. Some of those numb-skulls are still worth it.
Still, as far as the friendships where the other party takes full blame, I am sad just because I put so much of myself out there. I risked being and ended up becoming the losery friend who always emails or calls or tries to contact despite the constant rejection. My consolation is that I know and they know I tried. If any of you douche-bags are reading this, I will not reach out anymore, but know that if you ever need me, I'll be there if you ask, just 'cause we were close at some point in time. Friendship will always override their own douche-bag-ery. Not that any of you will read this, 'cause your a bunch of douche-bags! Ha ha. That felt real good to get out.
I do have a topic to discuss with myself and whatever sad soul runs across this blog. Lemme tell you, only thing sadder than a blogger who blogs because of pure boredom, is the blog reader of said blogger... but I digress as I often do and will do.
This weekend, I meet up with friends from high school. Since I came down to UCSD, even a year or two before, my contact with high school friends went down to absolute zero. I used to blame them entirely but, although some people do deserve that blame (and they know who they are...) I realized how inaccessible I have become as well. I've been either working full-time, in school full time or some sick mixture of both. A couple weeks, I swore off high school friends for good, but now I think I've changed my mind for at least a few exceptions. Some of those numb-skulls are still worth it.
Still, as far as the friendships where the other party takes full blame, I am sad just because I put so much of myself out there. I risked being and ended up becoming the losery friend who always emails or calls or tries to contact despite the constant rejection. My consolation is that I know and they know I tried. If any of you douche-bags are reading this, I will not reach out anymore, but know that if you ever need me, I'll be there if you ask, just 'cause we were close at some point in time. Friendship will always override their own douche-bag-ery. Not that any of you will read this, 'cause your a bunch of douche-bags! Ha ha. That felt real good to get out.
My First Blog
So, I first have to apologize to anyone and everyone I've ever known who has a blog. I have secretly made fun of them, thinking, sweet mercy, why don't you do something better with your time. Not so sure about their motivations, I have come upon a job so mind-numbing and boring that I have gone against my antiblog-ness just for the sake of my sanity and overall personal wellness.
Some back story. This is my second year at UCSD. Financial aid blows the big one this year, and it has forced me to seek out work, and not just some 12 hour/week on campus deal. I rearranged my schedule so that Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays are committed to work. After a long search of 3 weeks and being near the border of becoming a derelict, I got a job with the company I've worked for since 2004. Great pay for a college job, no supervision, 24 hours a week... it all sounds so awesome. And, trust me, for a regular person, it probably would be. But, I'm a real weirdo.
Today is my first day. I have 2 hours left, and i just want to scream. I am alone in the office, and the day has gone by so slow. I have not had a real conversation with anyone since yesterday and frankly, I'm sick of the songs I've been hearing over and over again (except for the version of My Hero from the upcoming Foo Fighters live disc, Skin and Bones). For some reason, today is the day where I don't have a hundred e-mails to go through and for some reason, I have nothing to study for school.
For most people, this is the perfect opportunity to just chill and relax, but not me. No boss hassling you, great pay, and time to study if needed... why can't I just like it? My mind is a wondrous thing that travels at lightning speed. It gets bored easily and when it does, it doesn't know how to calm down. And when I don't calm down, time slows down to a crawl. It's only been five minutes since I started this blog. At this rate, I think I should start a novel.
So where people have set schedule for when they blog, mine goes by the rhythm of my mind. If i am too on edge, I will blog. If i need to get some thoughts out and feel like I'm conversing with people, I will blog. If the silence and lack of work are overwhelming, I will blog. Anytime I am in this San Marcos office, i will blog. Sweet mercy, i will blog.
Some back story. This is my second year at UCSD. Financial aid blows the big one this year, and it has forced me to seek out work, and not just some 12 hour/week on campus deal. I rearranged my schedule so that Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays are committed to work. After a long search of 3 weeks and being near the border of becoming a derelict, I got a job with the company I've worked for since 2004. Great pay for a college job, no supervision, 24 hours a week... it all sounds so awesome. And, trust me, for a regular person, it probably would be. But, I'm a real weirdo.
Today is my first day. I have 2 hours left, and i just want to scream. I am alone in the office, and the day has gone by so slow. I have not had a real conversation with anyone since yesterday and frankly, I'm sick of the songs I've been hearing over and over again (except for the version of My Hero from the upcoming Foo Fighters live disc, Skin and Bones). For some reason, today is the day where I don't have a hundred e-mails to go through and for some reason, I have nothing to study for school.
For most people, this is the perfect opportunity to just chill and relax, but not me. No boss hassling you, great pay, and time to study if needed... why can't I just like it? My mind is a wondrous thing that travels at lightning speed. It gets bored easily and when it does, it doesn't know how to calm down. And when I don't calm down, time slows down to a crawl. It's only been five minutes since I started this blog. At this rate, I think I should start a novel.
So where people have set schedule for when they blog, mine goes by the rhythm of my mind. If i am too on edge, I will blog. If i need to get some thoughts out and feel like I'm conversing with people, I will blog. If the silence and lack of work are overwhelming, I will blog. Anytime I am in this San Marcos office, i will blog. Sweet mercy, i will blog.
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