Showing posts with label sunday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sunday. Show all posts

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Things should pick up when my arranged marriage comes through.

I've been meaning to write (complain) about this for a while, but it's only now that I've remembered to do it. Have you heard the remix for Adele's Rolling in the Deep? It is terrible. Like really really terrible. It's pretty much a slightly discofied version of the original song. If the producers were really thinking they would have brought Nicki Minaj in. Then it would have been a remix. I told one of my friends that the remix blew, but he adores ADORES Adele, no he's not gay, so it was like talking to the wind.


Sucks right?

Okay, bad song aside, its been a decent, but not too exciting weekend. It's been mostly a work weekend. I can back from vacation in Vermont and found out that my restaurant work schedule was completely messed up. I ended up not being able to work a bunch of the shifts that I was scheduled for because I was already at my other job. So I spent this weekend wheeling and dealing to get the shifts I want and ended up making a decent amount of money considering that the summer has been so slow. I gave up fighting about next weekend though and now I'm not working Friday night. Good thing or bad thing?

This weekend I also learned how to play beer roulette, well roulette in general. I didn't know there was such a thing as beer roulette and neither did anyone at work. One girl did get excited when I explained it to her, exclaiming, "Oh I love drinking games!" I got about two words into explaining the game when she said that so still no one at work knows how to play the game. I will say that it is quite fun, especially because I tend to get reckless when I gamble. I was not playing with money, if I had been I would now be behind in a year's worth of rent from losing so much. Fortunately the currency was beer and since I had no intention of sleeping in their oversized apartment I faked taking sips and then peaced out as soon as it got a little too crazy. 



I got out of work earlier than I usually do on Sundays. I opened today so I could get out early and I must say that I don't mind it at all. Losing a few hours in the morning more than makes up for the ones I gain at night. Though now that Neil is gone I have no one to hang out with on Sunday nights :( Instead I used the time to do Yoga Flex from P90X. This workout is a little longer than the others so it helps to have a large chunk of free time so that I'm not rushed and have to cut anything short. I love the yoga on this program because it's fast paced but it's also broken up into two parts: flow and balance. I have decent skill in the flow part because the movements are similar to what I used to do in dance and in skating, but I really excel in the balance poses. Jumping around on thin blades has finally paid off for me. 



Same concept. 


Now that I have all of this free time I almost don't know what to do with myself. I still have another week before school starts, but until then I'm left with my own devices. I told one of my friends that I was around tonight, but I'm not going to push it. If he wants to hang out with me then he'll call, but I'm not going to hold my breath. Neil's leaving has definitely left a hole in Sundays and everyone else is away on vacation or still a work. Poo. 

All images from google.

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Sunday morning couldn't get away from it.

Bad call on deciding to work for Willa Cather today instead of taking the day off to do homework and clean up the apartment. I even tried to get up early today to get as much as I could done, but I couldn't get myself up in time to do anything. I had to go to work and try to not relive the worst day of work imaginable  in the history of all working days that was Saturday. Holy FUCK Saturday sucked. But now it's over, moving on. Work today was fine, pretty tough on the ankles. It's like I'm pregnant or five hundred pounds overweight after four nights of work. Not pregnant by the way Mom.

At work I've been reading The Rum Diaries by Hunter S. Thompson. I've read some of his other books and articles, but this one is new to me. It was also the only Hunter S. Thompson novel at work. Sad. The Rum Diaries is beat journalism meets gonzo journalism with rum, sex, and sun tans. Set in Costa Rica, I only have fifty pages to go I'll let you know how it is once I finish it on Thursday.

After work I drove straight to Andi's to get food because I was starved. I don't really give a crap about football, but I did get one of the Parsons Twins to make pigs in a blanket so it was still a win for me. I left early. Too many smelly guys does not juxtapose nicely with Sidney's nose. I had my hour of football fun and then I had to leave to do homework and laundry and avoid doing homework and laundry by writing blog posts and watching Weeds. Tonight's the last night of no sleep. Hebrew Boy said he's working better by getting better sleep; I need to get my act together and get to bed at reasonable hours because service starts this week.