Lazy Smart-Ass
Originally Posted at 03:16 AM on Dec. 31, 2003
I actually set out to sleep early last night, as was indicated in my previous blog. I got there, but I couldn't do it. I read and read, and when I felt tired, I would try, but just would not get those needed Z's. Around 2:30 (a.m.) I was giving it another attempt, and took note of how unusually bright my room seemed. I decided to get out of bed, and look out the window. What did my eyes behold, but white rain, snow! It was snowing, in the desert no less.
In the 9 years I lived in Vegas before going to college, it had snowed once. It was the first day of track break during 8th grade; November 1996. Then, the snow was melted in under 5 minutes flat, but for the first couple of those minutes, the neighborhood looked like it was straight out of a winter wonderland-type setting.
I was amazed, and I set out to take some pictures. My mother happened to be up, and I got her to look out the window. And she was in awe. I went and took pictures, she went and woke up my dad. He was kind of annoyed, but seemed to enjoy it a bit, before going back to sleep. My mom went to sleep, and I sat down and opted to see what was on television at that hour. Whaddya know, Jay Leno and Jessica Alba (she's quite a looker), followed by the Farrelly Brothers, and then, hey look, my buddy Conan. I ended up going to bed around 4am.
I woke up "early," I was out of bed by 10:15am, and went through the normal daily routine to face the world. I got out and removed snow from my car; something I have never, ever done before. And off I went to my optometrist (Sidenote: There are a total of three Tuesdays to my Winter vacation. Each of them is reserved for an "-ist". Dentist, Optometrist, and Orthodontist; in that order). I seem to be 2-for-2 so far. On the way back to my house, I picked up some Power Steering Fluid; my car leaks it, and I almost get a better mile-to-gallon ratio than I do mile-to-power-steering-fluid-bottle ratio. They almost run the same price; bottles and gallons that is.
I got home, prepared myself some Penne for lunch, unfortunately, I overcooked it, and it was absolutely dreadful. I watched two episodes of Friends: Season One. I've watched six so far, and it is easy to see why America became so enfatuated with the show. Afterwards, I opted to do some laundry, and set about tidying my room further. I vaccuumed, dusted, moved stuff around, and pulled out various literary "works" I had done over my junior high and high school career(s).
I invited Bob to Erin's New Year's Party, after I okayed it with Erin. Bob was hesitant to commit, and later declined the invitation.. softly enough to leave the door open for an appearance at some point. I let Erin know, and I am looking forward to spending 8+ hours with her tomorrow; and meeting her friend Cherie, who she declares I will absolutely fall in love with on sight - I'm kind of excited. I talked to Maria, and we're getting together on Thursday; very exciting. I told her about the story I had written; I believe she'll be a famous author one day, but you won't know her as Maria!
I cooked dinner tonight! Teriyaki Chicken and Broccoli with Rice, it wasn pretty good, although there was too much Teriyaki sauce. While I was doing the cooking my dad came into the kitchen after getting off a phone call with his "good buddy" who I've only recently met, and previously never heard of; inquiring when his dinner would be ready. I promptly told him never; to which he said he was tired of me being a smart ass and doing nothing to help out around the house - as I stand over the dinner being cooked for him and my mother. Ironically, it is he who I derive my sarcasm, wit, sense of humor, and general smart-ass-ness from; he has no one to blame but himself; or maybe his parents.
After dinner, I actually cleaned up after everyone. Washed the dishes, and silverware that didn't have leftovers sitting on them. I dare not tread into that territory, because I would probably end up wrapping things up tightly, and putting them in such an obscure place they won't ever be seen again.
Originally Posted at 03:16 AM on Dec. 31, 2003
I actually set out to sleep early last night, as was indicated in my previous blog. I got there, but I couldn't do it. I read and read, and when I felt tired, I would try, but just would not get those needed Z's. Around 2:30 (a.m.) I was giving it another attempt, and took note of how unusually bright my room seemed. I decided to get out of bed, and look out the window. What did my eyes behold, but white rain, snow! It was snowing, in the desert no less.
In the 9 years I lived in Vegas before going to college, it had snowed once. It was the first day of track break during 8th grade; November 1996. Then, the snow was melted in under 5 minutes flat, but for the first couple of those minutes, the neighborhood looked like it was straight out of a winter wonderland-type setting.
I was amazed, and I set out to take some pictures. My mother happened to be up, and I got her to look out the window. And she was in awe. I went and took pictures, she went and woke up my dad. He was kind of annoyed, but seemed to enjoy it a bit, before going back to sleep. My mom went to sleep, and I sat down and opted to see what was on television at that hour. Whaddya know, Jay Leno and Jessica Alba (she's quite a looker), followed by the Farrelly Brothers, and then, hey look, my buddy Conan. I ended up going to bed around 4am.
I woke up "early," I was out of bed by 10:15am, and went through the normal daily routine to face the world. I got out and removed snow from my car; something I have never, ever done before. And off I went to my optometrist (Sidenote: There are a total of three Tuesdays to my Winter vacation. Each of them is reserved for an "-ist". Dentist, Optometrist, and Orthodontist; in that order). I seem to be 2-for-2 so far. On the way back to my house, I picked up some Power Steering Fluid; my car leaks it, and I almost get a better mile-to-gallon ratio than I do mile-to-power-steering-fluid-bottle ratio. They almost run the same price; bottles and gallons that is.
I got home, prepared myself some Penne for lunch, unfortunately, I overcooked it, and it was absolutely dreadful. I watched two episodes of Friends: Season One. I've watched six so far, and it is easy to see why America became so enfatuated with the show. Afterwards, I opted to do some laundry, and set about tidying my room further. I vaccuumed, dusted, moved stuff around, and pulled out various literary "works" I had done over my junior high and high school career(s).
I invited Bob to Erin's New Year's Party, after I okayed it with Erin. Bob was hesitant to commit, and later declined the invitation.. softly enough to leave the door open for an appearance at some point. I let Erin know, and I am looking forward to spending 8+ hours with her tomorrow; and meeting her friend Cherie, who she declares I will absolutely fall in love with on sight - I'm kind of excited. I talked to Maria, and we're getting together on Thursday; very exciting. I told her about the story I had written; I believe she'll be a famous author one day, but you won't know her as Maria!
I cooked dinner tonight! Teriyaki Chicken and Broccoli with Rice, it wasn pretty good, although there was too much Teriyaki sauce. While I was doing the cooking my dad came into the kitchen after getting off a phone call with his "good buddy" who I've only recently met, and previously never heard of; inquiring when his dinner would be ready. I promptly told him never; to which he said he was tired of me being a smart ass and doing nothing to help out around the house - as I stand over the dinner being cooked for him and my mother. Ironically, it is he who I derive my sarcasm, wit, sense of humor, and general smart-ass-ness from; he has no one to blame but himself; or maybe his parents.
After dinner, I actually cleaned up after everyone. Washed the dishes, and silverware that didn't have leftovers sitting on them. I dare not tread into that territory, because I would probably end up wrapping things up tightly, and putting them in such an obscure place they won't ever be seen again.
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