Well that was plum weird…

I had a good ol’ long session up at Mojo’s today. Spent about 12 hours up there, just a programmin’, lookin’ at the photos I got developed, an’ chattin’ with any of my friends who was just passin’ through. Was a good time. An’ today I actually made a chunk a’ headway in my programmin’ duties.

But anyways, several hours after most a’ my people done left, this woman comes up to me (I got my laptop, see) and she asks me if I got any geeky skills, for you see she’s got some problems with her laptop. I says “Sure” an’ she sits down with me an’ I help her out. Hell, didn’t have much better ta do but play good Samar’tin. Well, after tryin’ ta fix her “com port” thang, which didn’t work out, I move on ta fixin’ her wireless connection. I get that fixed, and she was so ‘preciative. We sat an’ shot the shit fer a while, I intra’duced myself, an’ she was so thankful she asked if I wanted ta go fer a ride, y’know, ta take care a’ me. She was gonna smoke me out! Heh!

Now, don’t get me wrong here, I get stoned maybe once a year er so, but I figgered ta-night jus’ wadn’t the night, so I turned her down. She was cool with that. I was cool with that.

So we kept on chattin’ an’ whatnot, playin’ with her dawg (a well-b’haved nine-year-ol’ rottweiler, I might add), pokin’ ’round on her laptop and such, and then this gal asks me if’n I got a girl! Heh! I says “no, I don’t really,” then I point ta my laptop an’ say, “An’ this is prolly why.” She got a good laugh off’a that. An’ then, a few minutes later, she asks me if’n I’d like for us ta get to know each other better, y’know, non-computer stuff. She pro-po-zishins me! HEH!

Well I tell you what, it ain’t often I get hit on by a 41-year-old woman. Now, don’t get me wrong, she was good lookin’ for a woman her age – thin build, long curly hair, had kinda a Janis Joplin / Hippy thang goin’, but I jus’ wadn’t in the mood I guess, bein’ all shy and such (I figger I’m kinda “passive-agressive” with girls), so I turned her down again. And she was cool with that, and I was cool with that.

She asked me if I hung out there often, an’ I told her “Just about every day” an’ she laughed. Sumphin tells me perhaps that I’ll be seein’ her again. Y’know, I hate ta be the “woman” in this sitiation, playin’ coy like that, but if she comes back ’round, I think I might jus’ take ‘er up on her offers.

An’ lemme tellya, it’s women like that who keep this town cool. Gawdamn do I love this place. God bless Austin.

Y’all stay tuned now, y’hear?

Is this week already half-over?

Groovy. Groovin. Grooved.

Had an entertaining evening at Mojo’s. Went earlier than usual, and ran into two of my buddies, Bart and Kate. We hung out and had a meaty chat. Was good. Later, Sarah (Bart’s girlfriend) showed up and hung out with us. Around 9:45, we all simultaneously got hungry (an oddity to be sure). We make a sudden plan for Olive Garden and caravan up there.

Luck would have it that OG closes at 10. Crap. Luckily for us, though, Chili’s was across the street and closed later at 11. Yay, pricey corporate food! It’s odd that earlier today I was thinking of eating corporate tonight, just didn’t think Chili’s. Who knew? And who knew Chili’s late-night would be a sports bar, eh? Could barely hear each other over the game. Hmph. But we pig out anyway, adding more fat to our asses because gawddamn it’s our raht! Whatever. Dinner was really, really good.

So, anyway, we split off from there and Kate and I came back to Mojo’s to hang out a little more, then decide to split off from there and go to our homes for the night. An evening well-spent.

I decided to take the long way home, just kind of meandering through east-side for a while, checking out Manor road and finding myself on 183. Took that north to 290 which, oddly enough, takes me right to the front step of my apartment building. I now realize that the new LED traffic lights they’re installing all over town are fucking bright at night and sometimes make it muy dificil to see the damned road. Grr.

So, home at last, I decide that if I couldn’t work on my main programming project this evening I could at least make a few stylistic changes on the stuff already posted here. Some changes may be imperceptible, but the major change was to my journal viewer code. Not completely what I’m looking for, but it looks a lot better. Take a [look].

So, the evening started off in the forest of taking care of business (read: bills and groceries), traversed through the field of serendipity, crossed the hills of happenstance, and stopped to rest at productivity creek (man, I should be writing corporate team-motivational memos). All-in-all, it’s been a decent night.

And now, Good Night. :) Keep in touch, y’all. Much luv.

Sunday update

Hi folks. Today was definitely a no-brainer. Went and hung out with a friend of mine until 8 this morning watching various late-night shows until we nearly drowned in our own drool. Finally got sick of that and watched “Brotherhood of the Wolf” — that movie was excellent. Loved it. The Italian chick, what a hottie. Got home around 8:30 and went to bed at 9, tired as hell. I must have been really tired because my dumb ass slept ’til 8pm! Can you believe it? Me. Sleeping that long. Any of you who know me would go, “Um, uh, yeah, like, uh, whodathunkit, yeah?”

So, I’m up, I’m groggy, and my back feels like one of those turkish windmill knots that Eagle Scouts earn merit badges for learning. Poked around online until some friends call me out. I take a shower, get dressed, and as I’m leaving I step outside and boom I instantly wonder why everyone in town decided to turn on their clothes dryers at the same time. Man, it was warm and hu-mid! I got acclimated to it after a while, but shit, after sleeping under A/C all day, first stepping out to that was a headknocker.

Hung out for a few hours at Mojo’s, and now I’m home at 2:30 in the morning, thinking I should at least lay down for a nap, which’ll be tough after a day full of sleeping.

Apparently someone in the neighborhood is burning trash because the air is extra hazy and it smells like burning insulation and plastic, which if you’ve been anywhere near a burning building you know that it’s never a good smell. Considering I live in an apartment building, a smell like that will always put me on edge. I’m just hoping that it’s only nothing more than someone in the neighborhood breaking city environmental ordinances and burning trash. It definitely reminds me to check my smoke detector, just in case.

On the upside of things, though, I do get paid tomorrow, which’ll be good. Seeing how rent is due, and my rent check’s already in the mail, it’d be nice to not have the check bounce, knowhutimean? I also get to pay some bills, too. Man, does this thing ever stop? Heh.

OK. On a final note, I’d like to give a shout out (am I white or what?) to all you fine folks who visit to read my journal. If you’d be so kind as to drop me a note through my [message gateway] to let me know you’re out there, I would definitely write you back. Consider this my ping into the murky ocean depths.

That is all. :hugs:

A phaysis of discernable changes

Oh, ugh. I stuffed myself on Hunan Palace today. It was only a carryout of sweet-and-sour pork, steamed rice, egg roll, fried cheese wantons, and some hot-and-sour soup. :) Ugh. I feel so bloated. But it feels so goooood.

I do believe that the central Texas summer is well underway. The breezes are lightening, the air is thickening, the rain is taunting, and the temperatures are stifling. Now seems like a good time to take up that swimming hobby I’ve been putting off for so long. :) Luckily, the allergens are waning; my schnozz is feeling better. Generally, I was going through a few days where my body just wasn’t feeling well at all; little things are off-kilter here, annoyingly annoying there, etc. It’s all getting better. And that’s a good thing.

Last night, I really don’t know what I was so off about. I think my mood was OK when I left the house, but I’ll be god-damned if it didn’t take 20 minutes at Subway just to get my order taken. I swear to fucking god the *one clerk* behind the counter was stoned out of his gourd because his movements were slow and it took him forever to get simple tasks, like pulling a slice of meat from a stack, done. Anyone who’s ever been to Subway knows that their employees must be speed freaks given that they process the customers at break-neck pace. But, I’ll be damned, I just had to get a Subway sub to answer my all-day craving. And believe you me, after that experience, the sandwich was rather lackluster.

On my way back to my car, a bum, you know, that “blind” one, was leaning on my damned car. Can you believe the fucking nerve? Ok, so not only did he ask me for a cigarette when I got out of the car, but he leans on my car by the time I’m back. I said, “Man, get off my car,” to which he replied, “Oh, sorry sir. Was just waiting on my friend. Have a good evening.” As if. Obsequies aside, you just don’t lean on someone’s car unless you’re expecting trouble.

After eating the sandwich (elsewhere), I go to Mojo’s for some programming. I get a good chunk done, I think, but in order to do so I tuned out by plugging my ears with a mix of MP3’s specially selected to lift my mood and tune out the world. Well, I feel satisfied that I got some work done, but it was so tough to do with friends, people I know and/or people I’m attracted to, swirling around the shop in front of me as I sat at a corner table. I feel, sometimes, that perhaps it’s not my lot in life to be connected with Other People’s World, at least not quid pro quo. I dunno. Most of my friends there know me, but last night scarcely a few came up to me to even say “Hi.” It may have been, perhaps, my laptop and plugged ears; I have discovered that merely having a laptop open and on is innocuous, but having one and doing programming on it (gasp!) is a sure-fire killer of potential chats.

“Hey Shawn. Whatcha doing?”
“Eh, working on a program.”
Ew. Uh, ok. You have fun there.”

I dunno, though. At times I feel I’m a Friend to All, highly sociable, clicked-ON, and other times I’m further away than that distance of three feet between me and my friends can offer.

Ugh. Ok. Enough with the teen angst. sigh

It just seems my “glass door” is closed. Let us see how tonight fares.