Monday, April 02, 2007

Shun The Non-Believer! Shuuuuuun-ah!

Every weekday morning I have a little routine of checking my favorite webcomics, blogs, and Live Journals in a certain order. E-stalking is the best stalking there is. There is one comic I checked everyday for months, even though it hadn't been updated since September.

Well, I just discovered the creator(s) have started a new site with a new comic and a new style. There are already sixteen strips up. If it were any more than that, I'd wouldn't be posting now. I have OCD for webcomics, I can't stop reading until I'm all caught up. Seriously, it's a debilitating affliction. Check out ThreePanelSoul.com for Mac Hall's newest incarnation.

This weekend was very half-and-half. On Saturday we walked 4.22 miles (Yes, exactly. I have GPS!) and hung out a bunch outside. We sat in the grass after trolling my local Starbucks, where we created a cute little snake popping out of my orange juice bottle from brown pastry bags and Magic Marker. I'll put a pic up later. I named him Clerence. Yes, it's spelled wrong.

After a fairly mobile Saturday I slept in well after Noon and didn't get out my jammmies all day long. I don't think I even left the house except for the two minutes it takes to walk my garbage to the dumpster. I have now seen every episode of My So-Called Life. I ate ice cream and french fries at 12:30 last night and drank a fantastically cold can of Coke with my Ramen dinner. So not as healthy, but still productive and enjoyable in it's own way.

I'm trying to mentally pump myself up for the next three weeks. I'm "instructing" myself to do something awesome and constructive every day regarding life, the move, and everything. The inside of my head sounds like the echoing space of a high school gym filled with fifteen vein-bulging coaches. I need to donate/sell a lot of stuff, box everything up, probably do some sort of cleaning. And save, save, save. All my credit card applications have been denied. Hopefully my grandma can save me.

Scientists guesstimate that 73% of all my conversations sounded like this all freaking weekend:





Okay, back to work. I needs to pull mah weight.

- David

*pokes ass-cheek*
Candy Mountain, Charlie! Candy Mountain!

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