Filed under: computers
This morning I woke up and realized that I stayed up until 1a on my computer. This must stop. I waste so much time on my computer when I could be doing so much more. I just aimlessly meander through myspace or play games that I don’t really care about at all. Or, I’ll talk to people I wouldn’t normally hang out with in person–but online–sure, I’ll shoot the shit with you.Well, it’s going to stop. I guess you’re thinking well if you’re staying offline, why are you blogging. Well, this is very good for me to get my thoughts out–so I call this my therapy. I also know random people must know what I do with my life. Instead of wasting my time online I make a pledge to read all the books that I have stacked to read. I want to hang out with friends more and take more adventures around town. Hell, I might be able to land myself a girlfriend.I know it’s going to be hard. It’s so part of my life to have my computer around me all the time. I feel I’m over stimulated. Instead of reading a magazine in the doctor’s office, I pull out my phone and either start text messaging people or play bubble buster. At least I know better than to talk on the phone in the office–that’s just plain rude. I know in the next five years we are going to have IA–internet anonymous for people addicted to the internet. It’s going to be the new cocaine. I just can’t lay off the stuff.
Filed under: friends
Who sung that? Huh? Huh?
I’m a bit frustrated with people and time. I am one of the most puncutual people I know. I’m not late or early–I’m on time. It’s a very weird and sick skill that I have. I know I am a freak of nature and I don’t expect everyone to share my gift. But, a little common courtsey would be appreciated.
Case in point–last night I was bored. I decided that I should get out of the house and do a little swimming. I usually don’t swim during the day because of my deep fear of getting sunburned. When I was a kid, I got so sunburned one day that my mom had to put me in a bath full of vingar to shut me up. I was in pain. Enough pain in fact to remember it and caused this life changing shift.
I called my friend Sandy to ask if she would like to go swimming with me. She told me that she could around 8:30. I was cool with that. I wasn’t doing anything major. She called me later and said it was going to be more like 9. Again, I was cool. I appreciated the fact that she called me to let me know she was running late. A couple of weeks ago, I jumped her case for leaving me hanging for an hour because she was running late. At 9:10 she called me to tell me she was still downtown at the City Plaza because she’d never been there. What the fuck? If you wanted to go to the city plaza, just call and tell me. I could go do my thing and all is well. Instead, she just thinks it’s fine to make me wait.
I find it very disrespectful to me because she doesn’t respect my time. Normally, I just internalize it and not bring it up. But the last few months, it has gotten to the point where I’m just fed up with it. Last night, I just told her that I was going to the pool and she can get there when she does. That’s all she had to do last night was tell me that she was going to be late and she would meet me there. AGH! When she did arrive, I jumped her shit and she just laughed and just tried to play coy. But no, I wasn’t letting this go. She started to swim down the lane and I followed her in my lane still letting her have it. The girl has to learn! I told her from now on, if she isn’t there or doesn’t call, I’m going to continue my plans as scheduled. So if we have 6p dinner plans, dinner will be ready at 6 and she can eat cold food. Fuck it. Somehow she has to get the point that my time is just as important as hers. So the rest of my late friends–you’re on notice.
