It is a sad, sad day, though it should be a happy occasion.
I have the day off from work, which we all know is an amazing thing. I have to get on a bus in about 7 hours, which really grinds my gears, but I am going to be that guy on the Ithaca College campus all day long - you know that guy, the one who thinks he's cool because he graduated two years ago, and now he's back to see his professors and tell all the students how it really is - that will be me. That guy is a douchebag, and we know this, because everyone always goes, "OMG! It's THAT guy!" And they make a big fuss about him showing up, but no one really cares, because really, they're not going to talk to him again after he leaves. I'm more stoked about my free meal at the dining hall, courtesy of my dad - I am going to eat my weight in high-carb, high-fat, low-nutrient dining hall food, and the horrible jet fuel coffee will wear off right around the time I'm getting on the bus, and I can hibernate for the five hour hell which is the trip to New York from Ithaca by bus. If anyone sits next to you on these busses, there's a rule that they must either be a) fat b) smelly c) both d) in treatment for heroine or crack cocaine e) Dave Coulier.
What I'm really sad about today though, is discovering a hole in one of my three pairs of jeans. This means really, I only have two pairs of jeans, and one pair that I'm embarassed to wear but will wear anyways, even though I know it's only a matter of time before my girlfriend says, "Uhm, don't you think you should throw those out?"
The problem is no, I don't. I am a cheap, cheap bastard, and I still wear shirts I bought 7 years ago because they kinda fit and even though they might have started out black and now look navy blue...who wants to spend 40 bucks on a shirt? Not this guy. That's a 7 year investment I got, and I'd say it's matured wonderfully! For me, buying new clothes is a lot like going to the dentist, though at least at the dentist you usually get a lollipop afterwards (to ensure that you'll be coming back).
The other problem right now is I started this blog yesterday when I had the day off, and now I am finishing it at work. Lamesauce. The other thing, is now I don't care about those jeans, because I'm not looking at them. Here's what I care about right now:
Portishead's new album, "Third" - it's awesome, listen to it.
Barry Zito headed to the bullpen. I really don't even have the heart to rag on Blogi at this point, so I don't think anything needs to be said...
I'm supposed to go to a Yankees game tonight, but I have a feeling that a) it'll get rained out b) I'll have to work late as a result...
Bloody weather.
-Jobimoto out. Sorry for the half-assed post
"Spahn and Sain and pray for rain."
The other problem right now is I started this blog yesterday when I had the day off, and now I am finishing it at work. Lamesauce. The other thing, is now I don't care about those jeans, because I'm not looking at them. Here's what I care about right now:
Portishead's new album, "Third" - it's awesome, listen to it.
Barry Zito headed to the bullpen. I really don't even have the heart to rag on Blogi at this point, so I don't think anything needs to be said...
I'm supposed to go to a Yankees game tonight, but I have a feeling that a) it'll get rained out b) I'll have to work late as a result...
Bloody weather.
-Jobimoto out. Sorry for the half-assed post
"Spahn and Sain and pray for rain."
