Thursday, April 28, 2005

To Write a Paper

I had a paper due in my Existentialism class yesterday.  Tuesday I started preparing to write it.  I work best under pressure, so I waited until the last minute.  I talked to Stephanie a little and she told me she was going to start on her's Tuesday night.  I went to the library and picked up some books.  Stephanie called me later that night to see if I'd started yet, and I hadn't.  She had, and she thought she might need my class notes.  She considered coming to my apartment so we could work on our papers together, but she was too tired.  It sucked that she didn't, but it was probably for the best.  She told me to call her if I hadn't talked to her by eight Wednesday morning.

I got up at four yesterday morning and started on my paper.  It went pretty quick.  I called Stephanie at eight and she was just getting up.  We talked for a few minutes and then we both got back to work.  When I finished up around nine I decided to shave and get dressed so I could drop it off at eleven.  After I finished shaving Stephanie called me to see how I was coming.  I told her that I had finished.  She said she hadn't, but would try to in the next thirty minutes. 

She called me back at ten thirty and said she needed my notes to finish her paper.  She asked if I would come by since I had to drive to UAB anyway.  She lives about ten minutes further away than UAB, but I decided I wanted to see her anyway.  So I drove to her house.  When I knocked on the door she answered in her pj's.  She said I had gotten there fast.  She invited me in, saying she had just rolled out of bed.  And it was obvious she had, but...

Stephanie is gifted.  This girl is naturally beautiful.  Not just pretty, but beautiful.  She used to play softball, and she has a fit, very feminine body (big breasts, full hips, and a very nice ass).  She's short (I like short girls).  She has blonde hair (not my personal favorite but this is the type of girl you make exceptions for) and blue-gray eyes.  A one word description:  "Hottie."  She wears no make-up, and needs no make-up.  It would only detract from what nature has blessed her with. 

...she still looked amazing.  She's standing there in skin tight yoga pants and a ratty old t-shirt about two sizes to big, and I'd take her just like she is.  How many women can roll out of bed and look that good? 

I sat in her dining room with her while she used my notes to start finishing up her paper.  I think she noticed I was a little bored, because she told me to go drop my paper off and come back.  She said she'd finish up and change into something nice and we would go get something to eat and maybe see a movie.  That sounded good to me so off I went.

I drove to school, parked at the Humanities building and went to the fourth floor.  My teacher, Dr. Whall, was in her office doing some paper work.  I gave her my paper and she thanked me and said she would see me next Wednesday for the final.  I walked over to the library and returned the books I'd checked out (I usually turn them in a month late).  Then I headed back to Stephanie's.

She had not finished her paper or changed when I got back.  One of her friends had called crying telling Stephanie her boyfriend of three years had split up with her.  Stephanie finally managed to get off the phone right before I got back. 

While she finished up her paper I read a cooking magazine that was lying on the dinning room table.  Finally she finished it up and went downstairs to print it and change.  She came back up looking excellant in some lowrise blue jeans and this tight black shirt with elbow length sleeves.  She also had a load of books with her to sell back to the Snoozy's, one of the text book stores. 

I drove, and we headed back to UAB.  I wouldn't have minded if she had driven, but she can't drive for shit.  I walked with her to Dr. Whal's office, now locked and empty, and we slipped the paper under the door.  Then we went to Snoozy's and Stephanie made forty bucks off her books.

After that we went to this Mexican restuarant called Sol Azteca.  The place was nice and the food was good too.  I love Mexican food.  Since Stephanie just turned twenty-one she had her first margarita.  She took the first sip and said it tasted like strawberry flavored tequila.  I took a sip and found that she was right.  It was really strong.  I laughed and said I would have to tip the waiter extra. 

When we left Stephanie was tipsy, if not drunk.  It was funny.  I actually paid the check with my credit card, and she was supposed to give me cash.  We forgot about that, so I'll hit her up for the money Wednesday, if I don't see her before.  Funny thing is, I'm only twenty, and technically they sold me a margarita.  I just realized that right now.

I drove Stephanie home.  She showed me a new way to get to her house that was quicker than the way I knew.  When we got there I stopped to let her out and she turned and gave me a hug and told me to call her later in the afternoon.  She was going in to take a nap before picking up her brothers and sister at school.

On the way home I cursed the fact that she has a boyfriend for about ten minutes.  It sucks.  And the worst part is realizing I'm not just interested in getting into her pants.  I want more than that.  Fuck me running.  I can pick a lost cause, can't I?

Anyway, I stopped by Books A Million and bought a bunch of books I couldn't afford to make myself feel better.  It never fails.  I go in there for one book and come out with it and a handful of others.  I have to stop doing that. 

And I hav to talk to Stephanie.  I call her later today.  I fell asleep and didn't wake up until midnight, so I didn't call her.  I don't know what I'm going to tell, but I have to tell her something.  I'm probably setting myself up for a fall, but I've got to take risk if I'm going to find the girl I'm looking for. 

Tuesday, April 19, 2005

I love off days

I love off days.  They are really nice.  I can't imagine working seven days a week.  Since a new Pope was chosen today I thought I mention that.  He'll probably be working 14 hour days seven days a week and die of exhaustion in six years (I checked that little tid bit Avril and it seems to be true).  Poor bastard. 

Anyway, last night I was late to work for the first time.  My alarm didn't go off and I woke up after midnight.  I called my boss and he said I could come in for the rest of the night.  Our truck had just got there so it wasn't a big deal anyway.  Tim and I worked through our two pallets in three hours, which is very good time.  We've been doing it a new way that works so much better than the "company policy/bullshit" way of doing it.

Since I'm off I only slept about an hour today.  I spent most of the day reading.  I'm alternating between chapters of Magician: Master and Angels and Demons.  Both are really good books and I'm enjoying them.  I also started The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy, but I've put it aside for the time being. 

I skipped class Monday and today, which was probably not a good idea, but the semester is almost over so it will be okay.  I'll go tomorrow and Thursday and make up for it.  It won't be a problem.  Monday I meant to go.  I even wrote a seven page research paper that morning for class, but I was too tired to actually go.  Hopefully the Doc will accept it late.  If not, it will be okay.  I do well on the test. 

I went to Cracker Barrell to eat dinner with John and Jennifer tonight.  They both actually had breakfast, which is served all day, but I wanted dinner.  I got the country fried steak, which was pretty good.  I didn't really want Cracker Barrell.  I wanted to go to Ruby Tuesday, but that's only because I want to get the number of one of the hostesses.  Oh, well.  Another time.

I've been thinking about my wand more and more.  I'm probably going to go with the natural brach idea.  I plan on scrapping off the bark, drying it, etc.  Then I want to use a wood burner to carve some incantations and such in it in runes.  I'm also thinking about using wood carving tools to carve my name in runes or some other script and then melting pewter or some other soft metal into the carved letters.  I think that would be really cool.  Afterwards, I'll probably coat it in bee's wax and wrap the bottom in leather or maybe gold or silver wire.  Any thoughts or other ideas would be appreciated.

Friday, April 15, 2005

Just got home from work...yawn...

Work sucked.  My aisle got hit hard and I had to stock it alone last night.  It wouldn't be so bad but when you get 0 cases of an item you need and 10 cases of an item you don't need, it's hard to keep the shelves stocked correctly.  I probably worked through 250 items, which is more than twice what I should have to work through in a given night.  Tonight will probably be just as bad.  But it's okay.  I'm being a stoic about this whole work thing and it has been working out very well so far.

Last night I went to dinner with John and Jennifer at Pizza Hut.  It was kind of nice but I was dissappointed because I couldn't get the pizza I wanted.  Those evil bastards discontinued the Big New Yorker, which is the single greatest pizza ever!  I swear I'll only eat Papa John's from now on. 

I've also been eating Subway a lot lately.  Normally I would go to a deli and get what I want to make my own sandwhiches, but they have this bread, Italian herb and cheese, and it is just amazing.  I've eaten so much in the past week that I'm going to have to take a break from it because I'm starting to get sick of it.  That wouldn't be good.

I've also been thinking about how to go about my wand project, and I keep running into a brick wall trying to decide what material I want to start working with.  I don't know if I want to go out and find a nice branch or if I want to start with a wooden dowel.  It's very frustrating.  Even more so that I had to abandon my staff.  I've been thinking about making a little snick attack trip to get it and all my work materials.  That would be very nice.  But I don't know if I could pull it off.  And I don't want anyone in my family to know about my new car.  Damn.  This sucks.

Sunday, April 10, 2005

My Weekend

This weekend has been okay, except for the fact that I have to work weekends.  I work tonight and tomorrow night and then I am off for two days, which will be nice.  I don't have any classes next Tuesday and Thursday, which is a big relief, although I need to study a bit for my finale.  I also have about six different paper's to write.  Four of them are for Psych 101 and will be short, so that's good.

I can't remember what I did Friday.  For some reason my mind has gone blank.  I know I did some yoga.  That's something new I've gotten into in the past week or so.  I like and I'm doing about forty minutes every day, twenty in the morning and twenty in the afternoon.  It's nice, very relaxing.  And you feel like you've done a workout afterwards.  Some of that stuff is really strenuous.

Saturday I went to John and Jennifer's to play poker.  I didn't not do so well this week and I lost five dollars.  It sucked, but I've played worse.  I was a little aggrivated about how some people were playing too.  When it got down to three players I started dealing for them.  It was John, Jennifer, and our friend Logan.  Logan was sitting low stacked, but he kept getting good hands.  John was bitching at me like it was my fault even though I was shuffleing better than I usually do (which is good, considering I'm the best dealer of us all).  The last Logan got a good hand John threw a fit and yelled at me to give him the cards.  I said fuck it, threw him the cards, and left.  He'd been an asshole most of the night and it was pissing me off.  He's suck a fucking sore loser sometimes.

I guess after I left everyone told him was an ass he'd been becuase he left me a voicemail apologizing.  He called me again to apologize this afternoon, which was nice of him.  I think I deserved that much.  I was not too mad when I left, I was just sick of his shit.  I'm not the type to put up with bullshit from anyone. 

Anyway, this afternoon he, Jennifer, and I went to see Sahara.  It was a pretty good movie for a cheesy action flick.  It had some good funny moments too.  I've wasted six bucks on worse things.  Now I'm just waiting to go to work.  I'm glad my off days are coming up.  I need them.  I've been exhausted all week for some reason.  But there is one think I am looking forward to tonight.  There is a really cute cashier named Lori who works there.  I'm going to try and get her phone number if she's working tonight.  I meant to last night, but I only saw her once and didn't get to say more than hello. 

Tuesday, April 5, 2005

Poker, Star Wars, Gypsy Magic, and Writer's Block

I've actually done a lot the past few days.  Saturday afternoon I went to John and Jennifer's to play poker.  Seven of us played.  John's friend from work, Tyler, came and he brought his friend Laythe (weird name).  Anyway, I was on a roll the whole time.  I took all of Laythe's chips in the first three hands and doubled my chip count.  I was chip leader most of the night.  It eventually came down to me, Jennifer, and Tyler.  I had to either hurry up and win or quit because I had to be at work.  We had all put in five dollars and were playing winner takes all.  I decided I couldn't win, so I helped Jennifer get as many of my chips as possible before I quit.  Since I had to leave, and I didn't get knocked, I got my five dollars back.   Jennifer ended up winning about thirty minutes after I left.

Sunday morning I couldn't sleep so I decided to go to Books A Million and pick up a few things.  The most important things I bought were two hard covers of Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith.  I bought one to read and one for my collection of first editions.  I'm over halfway finished reading it and it is going to be a great movie.  I can't wait until May. 

I also bought a book called Gypsy Magic.  I've read the introduction and it seems pretty interesting.   At the very least it hasn't been tainted by fluffy bunnies as far as I can tell.  It's all about Romany (gypsy) magical traditions which date back a long time.  I'm hoping to learn new and interesting things from a real, ancient magical tradition as opposed to the so-called "secret/old" ways of the fluffies.  At the very least the fortune telling stuff will be fun to learn.  I could set up a booth at UAB and make some money!  I used to always think it would be fun to be kidnapped by Gypysies when I was a little kid.  Isn't that weird?

I also had this serious case of writer's block I just got over.  That story I was working on was going great and then I just lost the will to write.  I didn't know if I could continue it and I just started.  I don't know what exactly caused it or why it ended but this morning it was gone.  I've got my mojo back, baby, yeah!

Okay, I'm done.

Friday, April 1, 2005

Getting back on track

I've been getting back into my magical studies over my spring break.  The first thing I did was a tarot reading asking whether I should continue my studies.  The cards very rarely lead me astray, and the jist of the reading was that I should continue.  I began by integrating some of my favorite spells into one common spell book.  These are all spells I use regularly or have constructed myself.  I also added Avril's Punctuality Spell.  I have to say again that I absolutely love that spell.  I do have a few ideas for tweaking it a little though. 

I also began doing some research on compulsion spells.  I'm looking at command spells and things like that for ideads.  So far I've got nothing but I have a lot of stuff to work through.  I'm also planning on doing some experimenting soon too.  I'll probably be using the Punctuality Spell to see if it is effective.

I've also began writing a new story.  I'm not sure yet if it will be short, novella, or novel length.  It's a fantasy story, about a wizard.  He finds himself in a situation where he has information proving that his best friends wife is cuckolding him.  He has to make a decision whether to tell his friend, destroy the information, or use it to his advantage.  While he wants to remain a good friend, to both of them, he also has a deep wound caused by them from the past.  It's one he can not forget, although he has forgiven. 

I'm pulling a lot of the elements from my own life.  They are just two good to pass up.  The circumstances make to many interesting possibilities available, to many what if's not to use them as a template for fiction.  I struggled with whether I should do this or not, considering it's possible my friends might read it.  What would they think?  Would they read too much into it?  And would they be right in doing so?  I decided that it's possible, but I'm not going to forbid myself any subject in my writing.  I won't chain myself down like that.  I have to be able to go anywhere and explore any possibility.  So I'm sticking to my principles as a writer.