Better By Nightfall

I got my phone bill today and was shocked at the news. I had no idea that my cell phone bill totaled $129 in long-distance charges this billing cycle, leading to a total phone bill at $204.

Yeah, holy shit, huh?

So, for those of you that I call, here's what it means:

• I will not take any calls from out of state on this phone as a means to lower the bill for the next cycle.
  
• I will accept text messages and would ask that you send me text messages to let me know if you're going to call or would like me to call you.
  
• I recommend that you call my home number, if you don't have it I'll e-mail it to you.
  
• As such, if I talk to you in the near future I'll be calling you from my home phone with a calling card.

Sound good? Please comment, message, or e-mail.

Post-Script: The parentals have informed me that the $204 phone bill was the remainder after my Mom's previous over-payment, leaving a credit of $33. So, the real total cost of that bill is $237. Crazy, huh?

We're on the news, channel 2 on TV and channel 8 on Cable, at 5:30 and 10:00 tonight. I wonder how accurate the footage will be in regards to our National win?

Post Script: (At 6:20 p.m.) It wasn't too bad at all. I just think that I looked like an uber-dork on the televsion. I especially did not like the fact they zoomed in on my face and mouth. Other than that, though, I think it was well done. Bravo news, bravo!

1. Iron my suit and press my shirt for official team photos and the PSA
   
2. Read that damn section in "Basic Concepts" for our Japanese Culture presentation.
   
3. Practice my POI at least three times for the Undergraduate Research Conference next week
   
4. Meet with Marty and figure out the classes I'm taking for the Fall
   
5. Buy Gym Class Heros' CD
   
6. Buy The Academy Is...'s CD
   
7. Send a box of stuff to my parents
   
   
   
   • Find a birthday card for my Mom
     
   • Wrap my Mom's gift
     
   • Get my Dad the things he wants
     
   
   
8. Clean my room
   
9. Look at apartments for next year
   
10. Get GBP's webpage up and running
    
11. Make a new template for my blog (Ha! I know.)
    

Two fuckers that seem to think they need to watch Alias on DVD so loud that I can hear it with the hallway door closed and my bedroom door closed.

And holy shit, unless they're deaf, I shouldn't even have to step out of my room to say a fucking word about turning the volume down.


I don't even want to know why it's that loud, just turn it the fuck down. Assholes!


(This blog officially rated "R" now.)

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I'm in a space in between yesterday and tomorrow and I'm don't know if I'm ready to move forward or if I'm blindly falling backward. And I don't know what it's about or where I want to be.

I can't speak, I fear sharing thoughts. I don't want it to get too deep...at least not right now. I write rampantly during times like this, but this time it is different. I write, but in cryptic undertones so the real message is muddled because I don't want it to be fully known. Yet, I feel I need to voice something if only to allow myself to breathe and throw a brick off my shoulders.

But it's not enough.

The lucidity and depth of this body of water have become murky and iced-over. I'm just skating across it right now, cautiously. With each movement I worry the ice will crack and that I'll fall into these waters of uncertainty as they stab at me and pull me under. The helping hands I have pushing me along now may not be there to pull me up if and when I fall under. Yet these hands are warm, strong, and caring.

But is it enough?

The clock ticks, and time passes. Then time is paused, only for an instant. Time as the scene is left in position. Untouched, but examined. Nothing spoken, but something broken? The clock ticks again, and time passes. The hands circle, and circle, and circle until keeping track doesn't matter anymore. And yet, the scene replays. Replays in circles, and circles until it spins out.

And it is more than enough...right now.