I just identified the first cowbirds I've seen of the season!
Question: Would you like it better if I told you "I hope it gets better" or if I told you "It'll get better." Should I make the realistic statement or the assumptive one?
Got my grades. I'm satisfied pretty okay.
Ok people. Twitter didn't make the # function so you could spam a phrase, and other people can use it to attract attention to their posts.
When I was little, I used to imagine the cookies and crackers in my pantry to have feelings and personalities, and I'd be afraid to eat them.
Excited to see you again, though it won't be for another week.
I came up with a second song in the shower. I need to go play it before it falls into the back of my mind, never to see anything ever again except for dust mites and cobwebs. Going to play it now!
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Random thoughts: Week 1
Things can get pretty uneventful at my job sometimes. I'm basically the inspector that makes sure the stuff that the construction workers build is according to plan, which involves taking measurements and surveying. But it takes longer for the construction workers to build something than it does to check it. So there's some waiting around involved.
What I do to quell this is bring along a pad of post-it notes which I carry around in my pocket. When I have a bit of down-time, I'll find somewhere to more-or-less hide and write down some random thoughts. Because whether I have a place to write thoughts down or not, I will always be thinking about things to occupy that time.
At the end of the week, I plan on writing these short, incoherent thoughts here on my blog. So here is THIS WEEK IN PAUL'S RANDOM THOUGHTS:
It's amazing how someone you've barely even seen in real life can pull on your heart strings. Damn you, new technology. Damn you. =)
It's been 25 minutes and my supervisor hasn't shown up yet. Wtf? (It turns out he was in the back room the whole time =/ .)
Now I understand why a lot of men go home exhausted and seem like chauvinists to their women. It's because of these heavily masculine jobs where they spend their entire day around other men!
I'm glad I brought these post-it notes for me to write down my thoughts. They're an effective expenditure of time. And expenditure of time is just what I need right now.
This job has instilled in me a fear that I've been spending the bulk of my past wasting time educating myself, just so I can fucking stand around, or start from scratch again.
These guys are hilarious. Even when things are fucked up, they keep a sense of humor.
Manholes are like buried treasures that you DON'T want to find.
Dump trucks are important. When you have existing structures that you want to get rid of, the shit has to get out of here somehow.
The whole bridge structure rests on a set of steel girders that span the bed of the creek.
I feel bad for the construction workers, busting their asses as I sit here and watch them.
I now realize why blue and green are my favorite colors. Nature FTW!
The backhoe is a giant beast that manipulates the earth in a way I never could. It's like Jurassic Park or something.
Paul's current status: wimp.
Standing around out here helps me in two ways: 1. I am able to be alone with my thoughts. 2. I get used to being outdoors & on the job site.
Maybe I should just go through a pad of post-it notes every day, writing out random thoughts as they occur.
Put this magic in a basket, float it down the river, and don't know if you'll ever see it again. But keep track of it so you know where it's going.
I hope you come back sooner than later. Or go when I can go.
Goddamn. 2 days out here and I already have a farmer's tan.
I learned what a sleeper slab is!
Philip Defranco's life is SO FUCKING EASY! I am jealous.
Why am I getting paid to do this?
MY POST-ITS ARE NOW WET WITH SWEAT.
I found myself saying, "Aw, my ..'ow' hurts."
The toilets in Union Station have rotating ass-plastic.
I need to toughen up emotionally and physically in the same time period. Well this is great timing.
I can't stop thinking about ...
Every time something external reminds me of her, I'll write the thought preceded by a *.
* Let's start with the song I'm writing for her being stuck in my head.
A lot of us suburban teenagers get so spoiled that we expect every waking moment to be stimulating somehow. That's why they always whine, "I'm bored."
I think I should make a twitter account for these random thoughts, or at least have somewhere on the internet to put them.
Damnit! I can't even use Memorial Day as an excuse to see her!
"If I claim to be a wise man, it surely means that I don't know."
You need to share your ideas and experiences and you need to be open to others' ideas and experiences
What I do to quell this is bring along a pad of post-it notes which I carry around in my pocket. When I have a bit of down-time, I'll find somewhere to more-or-less hide and write down some random thoughts. Because whether I have a place to write thoughts down or not, I will always be thinking about things to occupy that time.
At the end of the week, I plan on writing these short, incoherent thoughts here on my blog. So here is THIS WEEK IN PAUL'S RANDOM THOUGHTS:
It's amazing how someone you've barely even seen in real life can pull on your heart strings. Damn you, new technology. Damn you. =)
It's been 25 minutes and my supervisor hasn't shown up yet. Wtf? (It turns out he was in the back room the whole time =/ .)
Now I understand why a lot of men go home exhausted and seem like chauvinists to their women. It's because of these heavily masculine jobs where they spend their entire day around other men!
I'm glad I brought these post-it notes for me to write down my thoughts. They're an effective expenditure of time. And expenditure of time is just what I need right now.
This job has instilled in me a fear that I've been spending the bulk of my past wasting time educating myself, just so I can fucking stand around, or start from scratch again.
These guys are hilarious. Even when things are fucked up, they keep a sense of humor.
Manholes are like buried treasures that you DON'T want to find.
Dump trucks are important. When you have existing structures that you want to get rid of, the shit has to get out of here somehow.
The whole bridge structure rests on a set of steel girders that span the bed of the creek.
I feel bad for the construction workers, busting their asses as I sit here and watch them.
I now realize why blue and green are my favorite colors. Nature FTW!
The backhoe is a giant beast that manipulates the earth in a way I never could. It's like Jurassic Park or something.
Paul's current status: wimp.
Standing around out here helps me in two ways: 1. I am able to be alone with my thoughts. 2. I get used to being outdoors & on the job site.
Maybe I should just go through a pad of post-it notes every day, writing out random thoughts as they occur.
Put this magic in a basket, float it down the river, and don't know if you'll ever see it again. But keep track of it so you know where it's going.
I hope you come back sooner than later. Or go when I can go.
Goddamn. 2 days out here and I already have a farmer's tan.
I learned what a sleeper slab is!
Philip Defranco's life is SO FUCKING EASY! I am jealous.
Why am I getting paid to do this?
MY POST-ITS ARE NOW WET WITH SWEAT.
I found myself saying, "Aw, my ..'ow' hurts."
The toilets in Union Station have rotating ass-plastic.
I need to toughen up emotionally and physically in the same time period. Well this is great timing.
I can't stop thinking about ...
Every time something external reminds me of her, I'll write the thought preceded by a *.
* Let's start with the song I'm writing for her being stuck in my head.
A lot of us suburban teenagers get so spoiled that we expect every waking moment to be stimulating somehow. That's why they always whine, "I'm bored."
I think I should make a twitter account for these random thoughts, or at least have somewhere on the internet to put them.
Damnit! I can't even use Memorial Day as an excuse to see her!
"If I claim to be a wise man, it surely means that I don't know."
You need to share your ideas and experiences and you need to be open to others' ideas and experiences
Thursday, May 21, 2009
New styles coming soon!
SO...last week was finals. That was kind of rough. I did decently, though, to my belief. This week, I have a new job for IDOT (ze Illinois Dept. of Transportation). I get paid $13/hr to stand around and watch people build things. The point is to be a civil engineer that supervises the construction of a bridge across a creek, which happens to be like 3 minutes from my house (score!). But it takes a lot longer for the construction workers to ..construct (what else?) things. So mostly I just watch, and then I'll assess what's being done through some form of surveying/measurements. I don't know WHAT the fuck I'm doing, though. I've never had a job like this before, so above all, this is a learning experience. I still despise the feeling of being useless as these guys do all of the hard work. What's more, my supervisor does most of the engineer work, being the guy who actually knows what the fuck he's doing. I make like $100 a day, though. I think I'm just uneasy about it because I didn't expect this to be a full-time job. Now, all of a sudden, I'm making $100 a day waking up at 6:15am. It's not what I was expecting, so it'll take some getting used to. I'm starting to do that pretty well, so it's all good.
Last Thursday, Mike, Bill, Kyle, Dave and I went walking all-the-fuck over campus, even to the far reaches, from 9pm to 1am. We had to have walked at least six miles. We walked through a cemetery on the south side of campus in the dark. Some of the others were mildly creeped out. It's a CEMETERY. This is why I don't like watching movies.
Today I figured out why I don't like movies. It's because I don't believe the reality of anything in movies happening in real life. The reality within a movie is a distorted one, where every message is conveyed clearly and simply, whether verbally or metaphorically, so that the audience can completely understand with little mental manipulation. Movies are so much more to-the-point, whereas life is not. Sorry, folks, but your purpose in life isn't going to be presented to you, and it's not one concrete thing. It's all the little things you do for people that add up in the end.
I went over across the street to Hallie's and saw Tyler and various people from Oswego I haven't seen in almost a year. They were watching "Taken." They said it was intense and action-packed. I was strangely unmoved watching it. I still didn't believe the feasibility of any of it.
I need to move some things around on this blog, for it is about to serve a new purpose. I'll get to that tomorrow, though, as I need to wake up at 6:20am tomorrow. Good night, y'alls.
Last Thursday, Mike, Bill, Kyle, Dave and I went walking all-the-fuck over campus, even to the far reaches, from 9pm to 1am. We had to have walked at least six miles. We walked through a cemetery on the south side of campus in the dark. Some of the others were mildly creeped out. It's a CEMETERY. This is why I don't like watching movies.
Today I figured out why I don't like movies. It's because I don't believe the reality of anything in movies happening in real life. The reality within a movie is a distorted one, where every message is conveyed clearly and simply, whether verbally or metaphorically, so that the audience can completely understand with little mental manipulation. Movies are so much more to-the-point, whereas life is not. Sorry, folks, but your purpose in life isn't going to be presented to you, and it's not one concrete thing. It's all the little things you do for people that add up in the end.
I went over across the street to Hallie's and saw Tyler and various people from Oswego I haven't seen in almost a year. They were watching "Taken." They said it was intense and action-packed. I was strangely unmoved watching it. I still didn't believe the feasibility of any of it.
I need to move some things around on this blog, for it is about to serve a new purpose. I'll get to that tomorrow, though, as I need to wake up at 6:20am tomorrow. Good night, y'alls.
wishes he had a camera implanted in his brain. Then I would always look back at the picture of you smiling.
Work is getting better, and my farmer's tan is getting worse. I'm getting used to it. I've just been being a wimp. I'm actually starting to burn on my arms...need to work on that.
Tomorrow's the last day of the week!
Work is getting better, and my farmer's tan is getting worse. I'm getting used to it. I've just been being a wimp. I'm actually starting to burn on my arms...need to work on that.
Tomorrow's the last day of the week!
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Random thought #1:
When you make a connection with someone, you share pieces of yourself with that person. But when you break up, you might never get those pieces back.
For example, your special someone will love a certain song. But after you break up with that someone, that song will remind you of that someone and it'll be ruined.
When you make a connection with someone, you share pieces of yourself with that person. But when you break up, you might never get those pieces back.
For example, your special someone will love a certain song. But after you break up with that someone, that song will remind you of that someone and it'll be ruined.
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