aches & pains

The first test of the semester is tomorrow. As has been quite the accepted pattern since Junior year of high school, I haven't read through most of the chapters that will be on the test and have this idea that sometime between now and tomorrow night I'll read up on the summaries of each chapter. I'm almost laughing as I type that. The test threatens me as much as any multiple choice test does. la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la

Last Tuesday Randy & I went to the Edwards theater by UCI (University of California, Irvine) to see "Ghost World." There were some moments of rememberance. We both enjoyed the opening scene with a song that I cannot begin to spell correctly. Phonetically, just say: jahn-pah-E-chahn-HO, then shake your arms, throw in a tweaked verson of "the twist" while wearing some gold sequence and you've got a vaguely close description of our ongoing laughter. I want to start seeing more independent films again. I miss that.

If it weren't for work, I'd be regenerating in sleep from last night @ The Factory. My body either is out of shape or I simply can't endure the levels of extended aerobics that I used to. (((More likely I'm out of shape which causes the latter.))) Could I be against exercising because it's supposed to be good for me? Or am I just like millions of other Americans who realize that there would be true work involved and that kind of dedication just isn't our way of life anymore. Quick & simple is.

I got a speeding ticket on Wednesday. (While talking on my cell phone no less.) There's more money out the window. Oh... and traffic school too. Yeah.

Bobby, Joey, Randy & I moved my mom's sofa into our apartment yesterday. It came with a "lovely" layer of dog hair. And why don't I have animals in my home?

Anything else I feel like freely associating? I've been at work now for one hour and I've taken four calls. The longest call was maybe 3-4 minutes. $18.09 for sitting on my ass. Sigh. I guess there are worse jobs....but really, sleep does sound better.