The last few days have been interesting to say the least. Monday for some god aweful reason, I woke up and was in the most cheerful aka disgustingly happy and bouncy mood. Combine this with my usual morbid humor and the caffine intake. Now step back and look at the monster that has arisen from it's grave. Oh yeah. So half the staff was backing away from me going "OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!!!! Get away from me you freak!" and I'm bouncing around the bakery singing Disturbed and Rammstein songs at the top of my lungs. Which is really bad when you consider that I don't know most of the words to anything by Disturbed and I can't talk or sing German. But the best part of that whole day was when I dug out the shiney that I got off my LOTR bookmark. Yes it came with a little copy of the One Ring. So I pull that out of my pocket, look at it and realize that it'll fit on my ring finger. hehehehe. Jam it on and go sneaking up behind Jan "Nasty hobbitesss. Must keep the presssciousss from them" I got glared at. Then a little while later I realize something else. "You know I should go back to Chapters(book store I got it from) and demand a refund. 'I want my money back! It doesn't work!'" Of course Waylon knows what will happen if I ever lose the blasted thing. Don't you Waylon?
Now Tuesday was a little different. Still kinda bouncy happy, oh my god she's nuts. But I cratered around noon. So that was kinda crappy. Went and had a nap when I got home from work, which was basically me lying on my bed and dozing on and off for a couple of hours. I was dead tired again around nine but oh well. However while at work and waiting for the last couple if things to bake I got the bright idea to wiegh myself on the bakery scale. Looking at my current wieght, maybe not such a bright idea. Was none too pleasently surprised to find out that my 15 year old cousin weighs more than I do. No wonder my mom was on my case the last time I was over visiting. Mind you it would also explain why my pants keep sliding down my hips which tends to happen when one loses 20 - 25 lbs that one didn't have to lose in the first place. One the plus side Andrew, you weigh more than me now.
Wednesday, had shineys arrive in the mail. Cool for a couple of reasons. Reason One: this is the first piece of mail to be delivered here that was for me and me alone. Reason Two: I’ve got photo ID again!!!! Yes my driver’s license is finally here. And it’s got a nifty little hologram on it too. 5\/\/337. Hehehe
Today was one of those so-so days. Not too bad but could have been better, ie: the fecking store could have burned down and I could have slept in. Tomorrow is not looking any better as it is our big sale of the year and we need to bake about two hundred loaves of each bread. BLAH!!!





Angst? Fuck angst. There’s pie.

Mmmmm, shopping. Yay for money! If only the process for getting it weren't so god aweful. Can't have everything I guess. Picked up some new manga and a CD as well as a LOTR book mark. Other than that didn't really do much today.

As promised, the translation:
Sons of the hounds come here and get flesh

I think I commited a sacralige(spelling) tonight. I started to fall alseep during Amazing Grace while it was being preformed by the Red Deer Pipe and Drum band. This, lads and lasses, only goes to prove a couple of points. Point One: damn am I tired. Point Two: I'm really, really comfortable with bagpipes. If I can doze off during a live preformance with ten pipers and seven drummers, I think it's safe to say I can fall asleep during anything. And I mean anything. The ceilidh's not even over yet and I had to come home to get sleep. Which sucks because I'm missing out on some real cool shit. Nothing beats Celtic. So I've missed the last half of the big party and I'm now kicking myself for not taking that nap. But I wasn't tired at the time so it didn't seem like a big deal. Yeah right! So this is the part of the night were I dig out all my Celtic CDs and just start playing them. I'll doze off eventually, probably with my headphones still on(sore ears in morning, ow) and have some real whacked out dreams. But yeah, I'm off to bed.




Chlanna nan con thigibh a so's gheibh sibh feoil! (translation to be provided tomorrow some time. dont' even ask me to try pronouncing it)

I'm horrible when it comes to keeping up to date on this thing. Sue me. You're not gonna get shit, but hey, life's a bitch. Yeah, in case no body's figured it out I'm a little pissy. My work day was interesting to say the least. The end of it was fine. Shifted bread crumbs and baked muffins. But the begining? Can we say "DIE MUTHAFUCKAHS!!!!!" Christ, the bitterness and anger in the place was shape enough to kill with. I damn near did kill somebody too. And no jury in the world would have been able to convict me. I tell you, the urge to watch somebody squirm and bleed is really getting stonger these days. My coworkers have got to be waiting for the day I either get some fucking time off or get in a few hundred rounds of paintball. Mmm, paintball. Shooting people. hehehehe. *insert sadistic grin here* So I've got a thing for pain. Who cares. I'll put it this way. Comfort the disturbed; Disturb the comfortable. Anybody reading this knows that I get like this when I'm riled up over shit. And if you didn't before, you do now, so cope. I'm off to go play with my knives, maybe cause a little property damage or something.



Get up, come on get down with the sickness!
Open up your hate and let it flow into me.
Get up, Get up, come on get down with the sickness!
You motha get up, come on get down with the sickness!
You fucka get up, come on get down with the sickness!
Madness is the gift that has been given to me.


Down With The Sickness by Disturbed (fitting for today, wouldn't you say?)

Time for a real update I suppose. Not a whole lot is going on in my life, other than I finally decided that I'm going to pierce my tongue one of these days and finally get those LOR emoticon tattoos. Of course having the time and money to do so would be a great idea. Time isn't so hard. I just gotta find a day that I can actually take off. Money however is something compleately different. Last Friday some asshole stole my wallet. Here the thing that really steams my clams. This was at work. It's partially my fault too but how the hell was I supposed to know. Anyways, I had my wallet in my coat pocket and my coat was hanging up in the bakery office aka my office. It was in there when I went into work and it wasn't there when I left. I tore the office apart looking for it, when home and dismantled the apartment trying to find it. Nothing. Called my parents, they looked, nope. Called my grandparents. Same thing. So I'm right pissed off. Now i'm out $90, my drivers, my bank card and my apprentice ID. I've got a new bank card on the way and I just got a temporary drivers till the new one gets here, which is gonna take like three fecking months. But now I owe my parents money and I can't access my bank account until the new bank card gets here. This sucks. Bugger life. I hate it.




"they stolesss it, the pressciousss. nasty hobbitsess." Gollum, Lord Of The Rings

snarkie...



have been too fecking tired to update so this is what you get. :P









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