The First Day of the Rest of My Life

Tuesday, August 26, 2003

Well, we found a place. My future roommate and I will be signing a lease on Thursday for a lovely 2/1 in central S.A. Who knows when the housewarming party will be, but it will be big. :)

Work's been... work. A little improvement to my schedule comes this week (after working 8 days in a row, not that I'm bitter). I'll now get Thursdays and Fridays off. Now, hopefully, I'll get off on Thursdays and Fridays... ;)

Sunday saw an interesting occurence. A friend of mine from the station had mentioned that she and her husband attends a Sunday afternoon mass since she works Sunday mornings like me. I'd asked about going with them (the church I go to suspended their Sunday afternoon masses for the summer, though I heard that they'll be back on starting this week). I finally was able to go to the 6 pm mass with them yesterday, but I was in for a ride. First off, it's a Latin mass. Everything (save for readings, homily and announcements) was in Latin. Thankfully, they had guides to follow along with. Secondly, this church (compared to the one I usually attend) was real ornate. It's like as if you've eaten at Chili's and thought it to be nice dining, and suddenly finding yourself at Morton's or some other fancy-shmancy eating establishment. Not only that, the mood of the place had a lot more formal feel to it than my usual parish. Don't get me wrong, I can see how that could be beneficial; it's just a bit jarring when you've hardly ever experienced it. (If you're curious, here's their website. I should have known it was different from the Flash intro...) The homily was somewhat different, too. The priest spoke of using reason without faith to guide oneself in the world, and how that wasn't good for Catholics. I sat there thinking that faith without reason might be just as bad. I got the feeling that Mel Gibson's movie about Jesus' death would play well there. I imagine that Rae would enjoy this place.

All in all, it was an interesting experience. Still not sure what to make of it all. I mean, I appreciate my friend inviting me out there and allowing me to share this with her and her hubby. But after it all, as I was leaving, I remember sitting in my car and trying to get a hold of it all. It was almost like my first time. Getting excited about it before hand, feeling confused during it, and wondering what happened afterwards. Only there weren't as many people around...

Wednesday, August 13, 2003

Since I can't sleep, I might as well blog.

Okay, to elaborate on the previous post...

ISSUE 1: My November plans. I'll be taking a little trip again, this time, by myself, and this time, to the opposite coast. (Bi-coastal in the span of 3 or 4 months... this must be how the "other half" lives.) I'm off to Los Angeles, California for a week of fun, sun, and other rhyming words. So if any readers out there know of stuff that I absolutely MUST DO while I'm there, drop me a comment.

ISSUE 2: The ex. Yeah... things are wierd there, and this needs its own post. More to come...

ISSUE 3: The gal from the station. A planned lunch turned into a quick conversation about work (which seems to be all we can ever talk about) while standing in line at Wendy's getting stuff to go (she got two orders of nuggets, I had the Big Bacon Classic). Her birthday is in 37 minutes, and I sent her an e-card to commemorate it. She wrote me an e-mail after she got it, saying, in part, "Thanks for the card.... That's sweet." Who knows if this is the kiss of death for me or not. She did call me up to join her for some drinks tonight. I would go, if only I didn't work in 4 hours...

ISSUE 4: My friend, known to the Internet world as Sophia Someday (see her journal on the LEFT column). While I was trying to vent about frustrations online a few days ago, she dropped the following on me....

corkscrewed_97s: you still have cute dimples.
brown_boy: Do I?
corkscrewed_97s: I wouldn't say it if it wasn't true.
brown_boy: Thank you.
corkscrewed_97s: they sort of walk the line between cherubic and "I'm about to set something on fire, guess what it is"

She just plain rocks.

ISSUE 5: Spent almost all of Wednesday afternoon looking at houses and apartments to move into with a friend of mine. (And when I say "looking at," that's literally what we did. Drove by, saw places with signs out front, and took down information.) We're going to look at a loft in the downtown area tomorrow. Housewarming party invitations to come....

Friday, August 08, 2003

Stuff to blog about when I have more time:

- New plans for me in November.
- Nearing the breaking point with the ex.
- An all-too-short lunch with a gal from the station.
- How friends can rock sometimes.
- House hunting.

I was going to write up a long rant about this long rant, but instead I'll just say this:

Anyone who's this much of a fan of "American Idol" really shouldn't be taken seriously.

Wednesday, August 06, 2003

Sea to Sea... go for the pictures, stay for the annoyingly sweet drawl.

And yes, Amy, I meant "left"....

First off, check the links to your right. You'll be glad you did.

Secondly, looks like the breaking point is coming soon for Suzanne and I. She called me Monday night, pissed that I didn't call her on Sunday when I said I would. Then we talked last night about "the future." (I, in my classic evasiveness, quickly steered the topic to my day at work...)

Thirdly, anyone know a good place to store pics that can be referenced from an outside blog?

Lastly, here's a little lesson to all the kids out there. No matter what may happen to you, or what legal snafus may befall you in a foreign land, just remember: there's always the Hollywood Squares.