Weather

You are a distinct cluster of humans.  I am honored to be in your presence.  Whatever you ask, I am willing to oblige.

I hope you have a wonderful spell, as I have mine.  Thank you graciously.

Dribble

Look at you, building up your facade.  You are a fake, a fraud, an untrue friend.  You care solely for material things.  You have no ambition, no drive, no sense of self.

I wish I could help.  I can't.

I can suggest, however, to stay true to what you say.  You don't have to lie to kick it.

Our relationship can rekindle once you find your true purpose.

Lonestar, Where Are You?

Have I told you?

This thing is happening.  This wildly life-altering amazing thing is happening.  No, trees are not screwing with us and our preservation brain functions.  This is so much better than that.

It's a mission.  My mission.

Anxiety, Stress, Happiness, Excitement, Stress, Joy, Worry, Stress.

Just some things I am feeling right now.  I love it, I hate it, I'm ready, I'm not.  And all of this in a half an hours time...


I still have a week of these emotions that are on an endless cycle on the stair climber.  Getting me weaker, but stronger, but fatigued...  One more week.


Excitement is the main emotion.  I cannot wait.  I want to be there.  I want to do this.  


But it's hard, since I'm not there yet.  I'm not in that mindset.  I still dwell on what I'm going to miss.  

I hear all of these wonderful things that are happening, and for a second I think that I can partake of the goodness, but then I realize that I have a job to do.  One of the most important things that I will ever do.

I don't doubt my decision, it's just hard to think of putting myself on hold.  I'm glad to do it, it's just a strange feeling.

Happy Thing There, Everyone

Deep Fascination

Elegant and Exquisite

Unmitigated

Food Baby

So I felt like getting Cafe Rio for dinner.

And I had a free dessert ticket from my last meal (if you do like a six second survey).

I go to pay, and hand them the ticket, and they look through the bag and see that the pie (I got pie, fresh lime pie, best pie ever) it had tipped to the side and all the whipped cream had fallen off.  I didn't care, it tasted the same, it was free. 

Well that was just unacceptable. UNACCEPTABLE. In the eyes of the migrant worker at least.

She wanted to get me a new one. I refused. She took it to her manager, she was like "he doesn't care, just give it to him" and I was like, "yeah, just give it to me." 

This went on for a few minutes.  Holding up the line.

I really didn't care.

I didn't get a drink (because I had a massive one at home).

She insisted, insisted, that I get a drink.  For free.

She wouldn't take no for an answer.

And then gave me another ticket for free pie.

Free pie results in a free drink and more free pie.

How do they make money?

Oh yeah, those $8.5 salads.

New music here. and here.

Home

I was listening to this man, middle aged, skinny, small in height, big ego, bigger truck (compensating?), and he was chatting with this other man (who acts like a boy), and they talked about family.

I felt obligated to listen, as I was mildly in the conversation, whist mildly continuing a winning streak on Solitaire (a rare feat, and doing it while multitasking. Terrific moment).

Well, the skinny said to the boy "I run my family like a business."

He went on to tell  boy that his children are more like his employees, and when results aren't produced, punishments are made.

Boy was amazed.  Boy wanted to learn more.  Boy wanted to be Skinny's apprentice.

I wanted to throw up.

Never will my family be thought of as a business.  We aren't the mafia.  My family will be treated like a family.  A loving family.  With two parents.  And a dog.  And every situation will be dealt with differently. 

No strange rules (he had strange rules), no paperwork, no egotistical father (hopefully.... definitely).

Boys, in this profession, are stupid. I'll be done soon, so everything will turn back to greatness.

Joy

Is that hard to come by? Can that be changed by one person? Are you searching in the wrong place? Living in the wrong place? Intermingling with the wrong people? 


You should make a drastic shift in your life. I should too. Let's do it together, shall we?

I Give Up.

No, seriously. I give up.

God doesn't want me to have a drivers license. And I'm okay with that.

Really, really, I am.

Now, just to clarify, I do actually have a drivers license.  I obtained it October 22, 2007.  When I was 17 (I do everything a little slow.)

eric's reasons on why his license should be revoked:

1.  The first times that I manned the Land Cruiser alone, I backed it into a blue spruce.  It was on our lawn. It scraped the front fender and broke the bug deflector. 

2.  A few months later, on Thanksgiving, I backed the Land Cruiser into my fathers work truck.  The truck was fine, but the Land Cruisers door was not.  I'm thankful for being an awesome driver.

3.  A year and a half later, in February, actually having a license this time, I totaled one of my dads work trucks.  Coming home from work.  In the mall parking lot.  Hitting, not a car, but a 10,000 pound lamp post, with a friendly cement base.

4.  I go off to Hawaii.  Then, home for Christmas break, I blow a tire on the freeway in the Land Cruiser coming home from Salt Lake.  I don't know how to repair a flat.  Awesome.  I am wearing my locals.  Double awesome.

5.  Just days after the tire incident,  Two days before Christmas, driving in Provo, in the Land Cruiser, in a foot of snow, I slide into some poor man. Completely tore up the front passenger side of the LC (man that car has been through a lot, little guy, he's a trooper).  Merry freakin' Christmas.

6.  Well, I pay that deductible off (I tend to do that a lot), and then go back to Hawaii.  Weeks after my return, in a truck (different truck, new truck), I scrape the side with a pole as I come out of a bank stall.  I will never be a patron of Wells Fargo, thank you.

7.  To pay this off, I start a job(the job I currently have, almost a year later) and get this, as a driver.  Well, a month goes by, and a man runs a red light right in front of me, as I begin to go through the intersection. Awesome. But he didn't hit me.  The other guy that ran a red light in the same intersection just seconds after, in the opposite direction, does hit me. Awesome.  Dealing with insurance is terrific, I love being patronized for hours over the phone.  Thank you, weird guy from Colorado here on business, you are the best.

8.  Winter rolls in, but the snow plows do not.  There is seriously two feet of snow on Bangerter Highway (the busiest highway in Utah), packed and slick, with snow falling around, and I lose control and hit a reflective pole. Delightful.  But it was on company time, so no deductible for me!

9.  April 27, 2010, my last accident that will ever be witnessed by anyone or anything. Ever. Because my license will be cut up.  By me, because I didn't cause the accident.  Some trick named Taffara rammed the bumper of my delivery truck.  But I am sick of it.  I'm done.  Once I leave this job (in two weeks) I will be done. No more driving for Eric ever again.

Thank you.

Oh, did I tell you that I have been on driving probation for about 9 months? Yeah.  I love driving. Driving is my favorite.

Square Things with Sharp Edges

Sometimes I buy five gallons of Sunny Delight at a time.

Sometimes I eat an entire loaf (stick?) of fresh crusty european bread.

Sometimes I sit on my couch for hours, reading, and writing, and listening.

Sometimes a wave of creativity flows through me (kind of like five gallons of Sunny Delight would) and I go and buy stuff to make.

Sometimes I look at the sky in the twilight of the evening and can't picture anything more idyllic to end the day.

Sometimes I wonder how life became so wonderful.

Then I remember. And it's a good feeling.

Rumours

Sometimes, in the late evening (night?), I get in these queer moods.  (Have you noticed me saying queer on a frequent basis? I'm really not meaning to term it as a fruity type reference, think of the 20's version of queer.  Keep it vintage.)

Anyways, Queer moods.


Wow! I really like the capital 'Q' in this font.  Delightful.

I have been wanting to write a post for a minute now, and all I can do is add extra letters to the ends of words.  Put things like "Alohaaaaaaaaa" and "Sooooo whattttt" in the title.

I have even written three or four posts.  And then deleted them.  Even though they were perfectly good postings.  Even insightful and literate.

It's not as if people are actually reading me on a daily basis.  What does it matter what I post on here?  


Irregardless, I am in a queer mood.  A procrastinating, add extra lettersss mood.


I need a massive horchata from Holiday.