Here are photos from my trip home to Colorado for July 4th weekend. I got to spend a lot of time with my family as well as seeing a few of my friends for food and fun. These photos are from July 4th with my family and relatives and also from a hike w/ my parents and brothers on that Saturday.
“There can only be one!”
Yes, I just watched Highlander. Honestly, I was expecting more from the soundtrack. Seriously, couldn’t Queen have come up with some better songs? Then again, did any good music come out of 1986?
Although the movie is more about the action. The absurdity of it was more interesting than anything. The dialogue gave me the most to enjoy. Lines like the cop saying, “Don’t move; don’t even breathe!” or later in the movie when the bad guy jumps in the car and yells, “MOM!” had me laughing plenty.
So November is almost over. I’m running out of goals for the year. The major one is still going. I’m angling to get at least one lunch date during December. I think it’s fairly likely and I only hope I don’t botch things up with my incredible knack for unsmoothness. Eh.
Who’s looking forward to Christmas? I’m trying to be less materialistic than other years, but I didn’t even make it through Black Friday without shopping. The good news is I’m just about done.
It was fun having the parents out here for Thanksgiving. Showed them around a lot, visited with some old family friends, lived out the annual family rivalry (Colorado v. Nebraska) wherein the Huskers were shamed (good riddance to Callahan), much food was consumed, and many excellent conversations had.
Work is going well. Other than the sexual harassment. I can’t say I enjoy being on the receiving end of jokes and I must say it’s a completely awkward situation being joked about. I tell myself that “I’m a man, I can handle some jokes” which is true, but that doesn’t make it any less annoying. Now I understand why harassment is considered such a problem — because it disrupts the workplace and creates a negative working environment. Even if I want to say something about it, it’s not quite that easy because speaking up creates real consequences for the people involved and there’s always the possibility of retribution or attempted retribution if anyone gets in trouble.
On reflection, I’m a bit pissed about the whole situation. I hadn’t thought it over much yet.
Today, I worked, I shopped, and I cleaned house (apartment). I watched House aka “Sarcastic Doctor.” I wish I knew how to say “Sarcastic Doctor” en espaÃ±ol. I’m getting my fix of posting for the day. Coheed & Cambria is my current drug of choice. I’m trying to convince a friend from church to go to the Motion City Soundtrack, Anberlin, and Mae show next week. He and his wife had me over for dinner on Sunday which was pretty cool. They’ve got a nice place.
Work is alright. Nothing special. Just waiting for the New Year’s Raise (three cheers for socialist market principles and the rise of the proletariat)! The key is to be one of the proletariat who becomes the new ruling elite and then you’re set. A single spark.
I need to sleep. My parents fly here in the morning so I gotta wake up… too soon.
It sucks feeling down. The worst part is when you start getting sick of yourself and all the whining… just like this. This is the sound of me hating myself.
Fortunately, having friends around the world helps me keep my sanity. Sometimes it bums me out that most of my friends are in Nebraska out-of-reach except by wires or wireless. But I’m thankful they’re around at all. In the last week I’ve managed to talk to a number of people (Tyler, Cora, Jenny [& Phil sorta]).
Conversing with Tyler had me laughing harder than anything other than The IT Crowd, The Big Bang Theory, or Savage Chickens (read this one). Then some drunk a**hole passed out in front of Tyler’s house while driving and his head kept blaring the horn so Tyler had to go call the police. It still kept me laughing, but it ended the conversation.
I talked with Cora for 80 minutes. This is the longest phone call I’ve had in a while. Though I managed a solid 50 minutes with Luebbe the last time we talked.
I talked with Jenny briefly during lunch today. She and Phil are both feeling a bit better, but will continue to rest as they battle their separate woes. Also, she wants you all (who know them) to visit The Bolls website and leave comments so she’ll know you’re reading it.
I IMed Erika the other day. We talked about cooking, pondered the time-dilation effects of living multiple time zones away, and conversed quite pleasantly.
I talked to both of my bros today. Jesse turned 24, and Isaac bought an iPod Classic (80GB!).
So now I’ve told you what’s going on with a lot of people. Little things like these conversations help keep me going.
I found out yesterday one of my aunt’s has cancer. So far, it sounds like she’s got a good chance of making it, but from what little I know of cancer it’s never a positive event in somebody’s life even if the process goes as perfectly as possible.
I want to feel strongly about it, but I haven’t been able to yet. I’m just trying to figure out how/when I’d be able to head down to California to see her and my uncle.
Row, row, row your boat
gently down the stream
merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,
life is but a dream