God Damnit.
Even though I left my house with plenty of time to get to work, I'm already seven minutes late and another five miles at 80mph on 35W. Fuck it, I waited in line at ERC for ten minutes to buy coffee for the office, they'll deal. The parking lot was completely empty when I arrived. I check the clock and it is 8:45--where was everyone? I sat in my car for a minute before I realized something must be wrong. I can still feel last night's liquor in my movements, I have to be imagining things. I touch the cold window to make sure I'm awake. This would definately be the most lucid dream I've experienced. I try calling my boss but the number has been disconnected. Maybe its not Saturday? My phone's calander convinces me otherwise. I look at the car clock again. It must be off: both phone and car somehow entangled in a cruel joke. With ten minutes before open, everyone drives up in a row. "Surprise, we decided to all go out for breakfast. We thought about calling you but then figured you'd be alright."... thanks.
I just noticed today a moderate pain on my the lower right side of my stomach. Maybe its my appendix ready to burst; maybe the debauchery is finally catching up to me. Safe bets say its the latter--I don't know why the sudden bout of hypocondria arrived. Work was unquestionably the busiest I have ever seen it in the 4.5 years I've been there. We'll see where the day goes from here.
Saturday, January 21, 2006
Monday, January 02, 2006
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I haven't updated in quite some time as I seem to have more to do when out of class then compared to the middle of finals--go figure. I'll start from where I left off.
I ended up working Friday/Saturday (30th and 31st respectively). Friday was pretty uneventful save going out to dinner with a friend at which I had an excellent time. Despite at least 3-4 party invites I had been having bad vibes about New Years even before Christmas. This is most likely based on the fact I don't know the last 'good' New Years I've had. Last year I had gone to the Big Wu Years Eve which was at the Radisson on campus, but I ended up much too drunk and passing out on the floor of my friends hotel room just after midnight. Years before were even worse. I had made plans to go shooting at the range with some goons and immediately after finishing work I met up with Todd and headed to the Burnsville Pistol Range. Together the group easily put through ~1000 rounds and I had the chance to shoot a Taurus chambered in .448--read as 'makes concussion that shakes every target on the range'.
Heading back to campus I picked up three bottles of champange on the way home. Peviously at work I had received a surprise facebook message from Molly (goes to school at ASU, rarely see eachother) indicating that she would be up in the cities hanging out with Ivy for the celebrations. Ivy had met a guy (Garret) in her spring break trip to South Padre Island last year who happened to be visiting as well. Deciding this would be my best bet for a good new years, our ecletic group ended up going over to Brant/Kurt's new house in the heart of the Minneapolis ghetto to revel in the arrival of 2006. At the party, I briefly struggled to get a game of tip-cup going out of which almost everyone who played was stoned enough to forget his/her own name. Accepting defeat I retired to just pounding back champange straight from the bottle on my own. 2006 came as 2005 left and overall I definately had the best new years to date. This isn't to say the night didn't have its drama, but it wasn't enough to ruin the night. We all crashed at Ivy's and in the morning we dropped of Molly at Melrose to head back home. Ivy, Garret, and I decided it only fitting to get breakfast at The Original Pancake House in Edina: it was delicious as always. The rest of the week was pretty uneventful. Monday through Thursday I worked and spent the nights taking care of all the litle things I've had on my to-do list for the last two months.
Sometime last week I had the following AIM conversation with my mom:
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Mom: I found something online I want to buy--it has a little lock in the window and says its secure--can I buy it?
Brad: Uh... you should send me the link before you purchase anything.
Mom: How do I do that?
Brad/Mom: [15 minutes of conversation trying to explain how to post the link in the AIM window]
Mom: https://www.asseenontvnetwork.com/vcc/allstar/sweepnmop/141717/
Brad: ...
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It reminded me of the reason I lie about my experience with computers.
Last night I went out with Kyle and Ross and decided I'll probably live with them after my current lease is up for next fall. Currently I'm back in Rochester and can't wait to leave. I don't know what it is about being here but from the minute I get home I'm looking for a reason to go back earlier than I had planned. Oh well.
I ended up working Friday/Saturday (30th and 31st respectively). Friday was pretty uneventful save going out to dinner with a friend at which I had an excellent time. Despite at least 3-4 party invites I had been having bad vibes about New Years even before Christmas. This is most likely based on the fact I don't know the last 'good' New Years I've had. Last year I had gone to the Big Wu Years Eve which was at the Radisson on campus, but I ended up much too drunk and passing out on the floor of my friends hotel room just after midnight. Years before were even worse. I had made plans to go shooting at the range with some goons and immediately after finishing work I met up with Todd and headed to the Burnsville Pistol Range. Together the group easily put through ~1000 rounds and I had the chance to shoot a Taurus chambered in .448--read as 'makes concussion that shakes every target on the range'.
Heading back to campus I picked up three bottles of champange on the way home. Peviously at work I had received a surprise facebook message from Molly (goes to school at ASU, rarely see eachother) indicating that she would be up in the cities hanging out with Ivy for the celebrations. Ivy had met a guy (Garret) in her spring break trip to South Padre Island last year who happened to be visiting as well. Deciding this would be my best bet for a good new years, our ecletic group ended up going over to Brant/Kurt's new house in the heart of the Minneapolis ghetto to revel in the arrival of 2006. At the party, I briefly struggled to get a game of tip-cup going out of which almost everyone who played was stoned enough to forget his/her own name. Accepting defeat I retired to just pounding back champange straight from the bottle on my own. 2006 came as 2005 left and overall I definately had the best new years to date. This isn't to say the night didn't have its drama, but it wasn't enough to ruin the night. We all crashed at Ivy's and in the morning we dropped of Molly at Melrose to head back home. Ivy, Garret, and I decided it only fitting to get breakfast at The Original Pancake House in Edina: it was delicious as always. The rest of the week was pretty uneventful. Monday through Thursday I worked and spent the nights taking care of all the litle things I've had on my to-do list for the last two months.
Sometime last week I had the following AIM conversation with my mom:
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Mom: I found something online I want to buy--it has a little lock in the window and says its secure--can I buy it?
Brad: Uh... you should send me the link before you purchase anything.
Mom: How do I do that?
Brad/Mom: [15 minutes of conversation trying to explain how to post the link in the AIM window]
Mom: https://www.asseenontvnetwork.com/vcc/allstar/sweepnmop/141717/
Brad: ...
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It reminded me of the reason I lie about my experience with computers.
Last night I went out with Kyle and Ross and decided I'll probably live with them after my current lease is up for next fall. Currently I'm back in Rochester and can't wait to leave. I don't know what it is about being here but from the minute I get home I'm looking for a reason to go back earlier than I had planned. Oh well.
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