the train ride was kind of interesting... not super interesting because i rode from 11:15-3:35 the first time so everyone else was asleep and it was dark out. nothing to do, no one to talk to, nothing to see. the way back it was 2:40-7:15 so it would have been light out for the last bit but i was sleeping the whole time.
sorry to those of you in fargo that i didn't see. which is everyone. i wish i could have seen people but i was at church for like 16 hours each day. the people i saw the most outside of church were my parents. i stayed at home and got rides to and from church from them. and i still saw them under a total of a few hours.
i got the chronicles of narnia books off ebay recently. it took a while to find the right ones. i wanted, nay, i needed to get a copy that had the old numbering. none of this crazy starting with "magicians nephew" crap. and that also meant i ended up getting the same kind i was read before bed as a child.
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i read all of "prince caspian" on wednesday. and three quarters of "dawn treader" one of my new favorite quotes is from the ending of caspian.
"You come from the Lord Adam and the Lady Eve," said Aslan. "And that is both honour enough to erect the head of the poorest beggar, and shame enough to bow the shoulders of the greatest emperor on earth."
and in caspian i really loved the part (i will not quote for it is longer) when eustace is a dragon and is trying to shed his dragon skin, but each time he does it is just dragon underneath. aslan says eustace must let him do it. aslan cuts deeper than eustace did, it hurts for his dragon skin to come off, but after it is off it is really off.
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good books.
i saw 21 last night. the first full price movie i have seen in at least 8 months. maybe about 11 depending how you count the cooper theater... let me tell you. there is kind of a difference between the quality of the dollar theater and the brand new dlp projection at the nice theater. wow. too bad it costs eight times as much....
Leaving on a midnight train to georgia...
ok not really but its catchier than "leaving on a eleven forty five train to north dakota"
thats right. i am riding the train home to help out with dinner theater at salem. i have no idea what riding the train will be like. never done it before. hopefully its interesting and i have something to put on here.
thats right. i am riding the train home to help out with dinner theater at salem. i have no idea what riding the train will be like. never done it before. hopefully its interesting and i have something to put on here.
Snowing again?
well it is snowing again. sort of. it will be. they say.
this is the fourth time after the snow season was supposed over. normally i wouldn't know this but when snowing means not sleeping for a night and instead being outside the whole time by yourself shoveling.
ok part of the night is spent riding in the plow (driving between buildings or if i finish shoveling before he finishes plowing)
but anyway most of the night is spent by myself doing work that requires not much thought. so i end up having conversations with myself. but not really myself. i have conversations with people that aren't there, but are just in my head. most of the time i pretty much know what they will say, how the conversations will go. just normal everyday conversations, easy to imagine. other times i might get into a debate. not with myself, that would be crazy, but a debate with another person. they just happen to be in my head. when i am not sure how the person i am talking to would respond. so i have to have the debate multiple times. with different responses each time.
sometimes the next day (not really the next day because the true next day i usually end up working all day at the grind. so the two days really meld into one) i sometimes forget what conversations i had were real and if they were real what was the real one.
usually i end up figuring it out when i realize pretty much all of the conversations i have while shoveling are not real.
going out shoveling tonight. probably shoveling until i work saturday 7-4:30. (maybe a little break tomorrow to work lunch) yay. who knows what fun conversations will be had (maybe with you - well i mean, kind of you)
yeah basically shoveling makes you crazy.
this is the fourth time after the snow season was supposed over. normally i wouldn't know this but when snowing means not sleeping for a night and instead being outside the whole time by yourself shoveling.
ok part of the night is spent riding in the plow (driving between buildings or if i finish shoveling before he finishes plowing)
but anyway most of the night is spent by myself doing work that requires not much thought. so i end up having conversations with myself. but not really myself. i have conversations with people that aren't there, but are just in my head. most of the time i pretty much know what they will say, how the conversations will go. just normal everyday conversations, easy to imagine. other times i might get into a debate. not with myself, that would be crazy, but a debate with another person. they just happen to be in my head. when i am not sure how the person i am talking to would respond. so i have to have the debate multiple times. with different responses each time.
sometimes the next day (not really the next day because the true next day i usually end up working all day at the grind. so the two days really meld into one) i sometimes forget what conversations i had were real and if they were real what was the real one.
usually i end up figuring it out when i realize pretty much all of the conversations i have while shoveling are not real.
going out shoveling tonight. probably shoveling until i work saturday 7-4:30. (maybe a little break tomorrow to work lunch) yay. who knows what fun conversations will be had (maybe with you - well i mean, kind of you)
yeah basically shoveling makes you crazy.
not about the smooth grind
so most of my entrys of late have been about the smooth grind. mainly because i get bored while working so thats when i write. but today for a change of pace i am not going to talk about it.
ok except for this quick little story.
a girl (highschool aged) was ordering a sandwich "can i get a BLT" after a slight pause "but instead of the tomato..." right here i am thinking to myself who messes with a blt. there is not that much to mess with "... could i get turkey"
i wasn't expecting that. i said it was fine. in my head i thought best improvement possible to a blt. especially since turkey lets it stay a blt.
ok thats it
so at the beginning of this year i started journaling two pages a night. for some reason at the beginning of march i stopped. just for a little while at first then i would have gotten back into it but i was going to write about the days i missed first so it looked like i have never stopped. but that made me delay more. then more. then april started. well i recently decided i wasn't going to talk about the missing days but just write a summary of march as a whole. i summarized march in two pages. my normal day amount. i can't decided if this makes me boring or just an expert summarizer.
i thought about just scribbling giberish into most of the 30 days worth with a few real sentences in there and then with black magic marker blacking out the nonsense and stamping classified or top secret on there. - man that would make me look cool - but i didn't because no one else is reading my journal anyway. maybe they are. i should make a fake journal so they can't know my plans.
anyway. its so tough to let not doing something become a reason to keep not doing something. (e.g. - i didn't journal yesterday i must do that before i write todays) then one becomes two. how come doing one good thing does not make it easier to do another. instead doing something makes it easier to not (e.g. i worked out yesterday, i don't need to work out today) maybe its just we are creatures of excuses. whatever logic it takes for us we will find an excuse. this is me rambling. i am done.
preview for whenever i do mention the smooth grind - stories about "mrs. jesus is my BFF t-shirt" and "mr. cellphone"
ok except for this quick little story.
a girl (highschool aged) was ordering a sandwich "can i get a BLT" after a slight pause "but instead of the tomato..." right here i am thinking to myself who messes with a blt. there is not that much to mess with "... could i get turkey"
i wasn't expecting that. i said it was fine. in my head i thought best improvement possible to a blt. especially since turkey lets it stay a blt.
ok thats it
so at the beginning of this year i started journaling two pages a night. for some reason at the beginning of march i stopped. just for a little while at first then i would have gotten back into it but i was going to write about the days i missed first so it looked like i have never stopped. but that made me delay more. then more. then april started. well i recently decided i wasn't going to talk about the missing days but just write a summary of march as a whole. i summarized march in two pages. my normal day amount. i can't decided if this makes me boring or just an expert summarizer.
i thought about just scribbling giberish into most of the 30 days worth with a few real sentences in there and then with black magic marker blacking out the nonsense and stamping classified or top secret on there. - man that would make me look cool - but i didn't because no one else is reading my journal anyway. maybe they are. i should make a fake journal so they can't know my plans.
anyway. its so tough to let not doing something become a reason to keep not doing something. (e.g. - i didn't journal yesterday i must do that before i write todays) then one becomes two. how come doing one good thing does not make it easier to do another. instead doing something makes it easier to not (e.g. i worked out yesterday, i don't need to work out today) maybe its just we are creatures of excuses. whatever logic it takes for us we will find an excuse. this is me rambling. i am done.
preview for whenever i do mention the smooth grind - stories about "mrs. jesus is my BFF t-shirt" and "mr. cellphone"
have a good day?
so when i work i always say "have a good day" to people when i had them their drink or they finish paying (whichever is last) if they are taking it to go. but what do i say i say to those who are drinking it here? i need some help. "have a good day" is so much like a goodbye. i can't say it if they are staying.
i thought about (and even said) "i hope you like it" a few times., but thats a lie. i don't hope you like it. i made it. i know you'll like it.
and what to do with the fumblers. you know the people, get their coffee, get their change, i say "have a good day" and then they take 17 minutes to get their keys out of their purse, organize receipts in their wallet. if its busy i can move on to helping whoever is next in line (even if its not busy, there only needs to be one more person) but when they are the only one getting help i feel obliged to stand there while they fumble. but do i have to? i already said my little goodbye. i normally find something near where i am standing to wipe up.
just put your crap in your pocket (or purse or whatever) and go. sit in your car and organize if its really that important to you.
thats my rants for today. i'm done. at least for now.
i thought about (and even said) "i hope you like it" a few times., but thats a lie. i don't hope you like it. i made it. i know you'll like it.
and what to do with the fumblers. you know the people, get their coffee, get their change, i say "have a good day" and then they take 17 minutes to get their keys out of their purse, organize receipts in their wallet. if its busy i can move on to helping whoever is next in line (even if its not busy, there only needs to be one more person) but when they are the only one getting help i feel obliged to stand there while they fumble. but do i have to? i already said my little goodbye. i normally find something near where i am standing to wipe up.
just put your crap in your pocket (or purse or whatever) and go. sit in your car and organize if its really that important to you.
thats my rants for today. i'm done. at least for now.
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