November 2002
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I woke up this morning
01 November, 2002 at 10:57 AM by Ren | Permalink
I woke up this morning and just felt overwhelmingly sad. Don't ask me why. Nothing really provoked it. I just woke up, and even though I stretched my arms out and didn't feel the cold metal of a casket around my body, I was still pretty glum.
In the shower, I was thinking to myself how much it really sucks, that in all honesty, I am not the single most important person in anyone's life. It's really pretty saddening. Sure, you're saying, what about your 'rents? Well, see, there's this kid named Eric. Who is 19 years younger than me...he, I'm sure is way more important to Mom and Dad than I am. And there is always Daniel, the crack-ho brother...he always got more attention than I did; not that I minded. He needed the extra guidance. Not that it really helped either. He's turning out to be a F'n loser.
I digress.
So, yeah, I mean, it's just I felt kinda sad, because I don't think I can say with any kind of certainty that I mean like, everything to a single person. It's really kind of shitty. I'm probably just throwing myself a pity party for some really stupid subconscious reason, but still. I need to stop.
Well, the sad mood went away when I got to work, because there's all kinds of drama afoot at the University. I won't say what, because the story hasn't broken in the local news media; suffice it to say I had to do some updates to accomodate. That were stupid. The people who request things often don't know what it is that they want, so I have to spend 15 minutes with them on the phone trying to decipher exactly what it is. That's happened twice today. I already have a headache.
I AM NOT TECH SUPPORT.
If I am, let me tell you that I'm getting way more than I should be getting. I'm one well paid Tech Support mofo. Right. Ok, no more drama. I took some Tylenol and the headache that came attacking this morning has already started to subside. Let's hope it stays away.
I have to go find a good ecard for my mom. Tomorrow is her birthday. She'll be 19 years older than me. I'm not going to reveal her age, that would be rude of me. If you're smart, you can add 19 to my age and figure out how old she is. Happy B-Day mom!
Right. I feel a little better. I'm so closing the door to my office. Everyone needs to piss off and let me do my job : )
High Stress
02 November, 2002 at 02:43 PM by Ren | Permalink
Last week was horrible. It was just so filled with stress. Friday was no exception.
Yesterday there was so much crap going on at work; people getting sexually assaulted and local media jumping all over it. I won't even go into the details. Then I had to finish putting together stuff for the class schedule. Yeah, I left at 5:30 yesterday evening to go home.
Halfway home, Ronessa decides to Diva-fy on me.
Ronessa: Child, I ain't feelin' too well *flicksonServiceEngineSoonLight*
Ren: Girl, what's wrong?
Ronessa: I don't know. something. My tummy hurts.
Ren: You don't have a tummy.
Ronessa: I know, my body is fabulous since the body work!
Ren: be serious.
Ronessa: I am, girl! Just look at this bumper! You know you wanna piece of it. But really, I feel sick.
Ren: Fine. I'll take you to the dealership tomorrow.
Ronessa: Make sure only cute boys work on me. I don't show my parts to no one who ain't cute.
So, I took Ronessa to the dealership. I explained that the Service Engine Soon light was on; the service guy said "hmm. and everything else works fine?" I said "yup." he said "did you put gas in the car yesterday?" I said "yes." He said "that's your problem." I said "the gas?" he said "no, not the gas; you just forgot to screw on the gas cap tight" and proceded to make me feel like a complete moron when he screwed the gas cap tight and voila! The car, she is a-fixed!
Hi. My name is Ren. And I'm a big stupid.
On the upside, I got the oil changed and they reset the engine sensor. I still feel hellastupid for not screwing the gas cap on tight enough and that's what caused the light to come on. Only I would freak out the night before because the light came on that said Ronessa was sick to have it be something like not putting the gas cap on right.
At least I have the sense of humor enough to write about it and have the 4 of you who read my website laugh. : )
Totally unrelated, but it's raining...again. It's been raining off and on for the last 3 weeks now. It's horrid. The mosquitos are so huge now, they don't even bother sneaking in. They just knock on your door and ask for blood donations. I'm serious. F'n mosquitos.
At least they dont' give me stress. Only my car and my job do that to me. But I'm better now. I swear.
Rain, Rain, Go Away
04 November, 2002 at 02:47 PM by Ren | Permalink
Good God. It's still raining. It keeps raining. It's soaked. Everything is wet. The mosquitos, as I've mentioned before, are positively enormous. They walk around town and wave to you saying things like "hey, what's up?" It's kind of scary.
I'm really out of things to say; Ronessa is working fine now that her gas cap is screwed on tightly. I'm keeping low on the radar trying to avoid any extra work between now and December 31. : )
I think that's about it. I'm going to attempt to do some work now. Please God, make it not rain on me on the way home. I've had enough of Rain.
F'n Cold
04 November, 2002 at 08:29 PM by Ren | Permalink
It's like, meat locker cold in my apartment today. I just turned the thermostat up. I'm F'n freezing in here.
It's still raining. I had to drive around 45 mph all the way home. GD rain. I totally had something else to say, but now, I've forgotten it. Oh well. It's cold. It's wet. I'm cranky.
Fun.
one more thing
05 November, 2002 at 08:49 AM by Ren | Permalink
I forgot to mention this yesterday...I got elected to Staff Council. Woo. I'm a voting member of the Staff Council.
What's that mean for you, you ask? well not much if you don't work at Texas A&M University-Kingsville.
It's kind of cool though. I think.
I need to find my coffee. I'll talk more later.
Vote Early, and Vote Often!
05 November, 2002 at 06:29 PM by Ren | Permalink
I just got home from voting. I feel so empowered. I really don't understand why more people don't vote. In all honesty (save a presidential election...but that's another story for another time) every vote counts. Everyone should vote. Everyone.
So, I left work early to go vote. I got to my precinct and got in line. It was all very exciting. There were lots of very attractive people voting. I thought to myself "wow." So I walked over to one of the hotties and said
Ren: So, vote here often?
HotVoter: um, what?
Ren: I see you're politically motivated. Cool!
HotVoter: yeah, voting's pretty cool.
Ren: yeah. So after this, would you like to go someplace quiet and you know, go rock the electoral college?
HotVoter: you can only do that in Presidential elections. How about in two years?
Ren: dammit. oK. But how about we just go shag in the back?
HotVoter: Maybe after I vote. *shiftseyes*
Needless to say, HotVoter dissapeared shortly after entering their ballot in the R2-D2 looking thing that swallows your ballot once you're done.
I went outside, only to hear Ronessa cackling at me.
Ren: Bitch, what?
Ronessa: chil' I saw what you done did in there. That was HI-Larious.
Ren: oh really? I'm glad I serve to entertain you.
Ronessa: 'Go rock the electoral college?' Who the fuck says that shit? Damn, no wonder you don't get laid. You got the fabulous car in me *beep-beep*, you got the bling-bling. But your delivery? mmm-mmm honey, it needs work.
So, I'm going back to go rally the voters in a bit. Remember everyone, Vote Early. And Vote Often! (It's a South Texas Tradition)
Sorry about the last week or so
18 November, 2002 at 09:16 AM by Ren | Permalink
I've been helaciously busy in the last week or two.
I'm sure the 4 of your who read this are wondering what happened to me. Did I fall off a cliff? Did my car stall somewhere on Chapman Ranch and I'm still trying to return to civilization? Did I finally go off the deep end and go on a shooting rampage and now I'm in jail? Yeah, well it was nothing that exciting.
I survived The Installation Ceremony of Rumaldo Z. Juarez. That was trying. There were also about 10 other things at the University in the last two weeks that have just kept me too busy from posting. Plus, bitching about work all the time just isn't kosher. Well, it's over, and I survived. Now it's just quiet and I have a chance to update.
What else? I'm trying to think here, there were a bunch of things I wanted to say but now I can't remember. Actually a lot of the stuff I was going to put in here, I'm not putting in the feature on the right.
Blue October is still broken up : (
I'm still single. : P
La Aaron still doesn't have a new car. : ?
Freaky still hasn't broken up with T-Rex. : /
Other than that, I guess that's what's up.
Oh! Ronessa got her new tires!!! Finally, the Prada tires she's been wanting. Of course, it's never simple with Ronessa.
Ronessa: Girl, don't you just love these new tires? Prada does such a good job with steel belted!
Ren: And here I was thinking they only knew leather.
Ronessa: Ren, you know what would go SOOOO well with these new shoes?
Ren: Oh, God. What?
Ronessa: a new Dolce and Gabbana window treatment. Some nice new tint by Dolce and Gabbana and I'd be FABULOUS!
Ren: you're stoned is what you are? Are you sneaking 'additives' in your gas again?
Ronessa: bitch, please. Think of how vunderbar I'd be with a new tint job? Or how about this...a new windshield visor. Preferably Gucci.
Ren: How about this? How about I get you a windshield visor. One of those cardboard ones with the sunglasses on them, but instead of normal sunglasses, these will be Gucci sunglasses?
Ronessa: It's a start. I still want my tint, though.
Ah, my car. Does anyone else have a car with so much saucy attitude? Anyway, Ronessa does run fabulously now that she has decent new tires that aren't horribly worn from an accident on her now.
One other thing, a few weeks ago, I got contacted to do some outside web work for one of the colleges here on campus. At one point, I got up to $3500 to design a website. Then Friday it was down to $2500 and then maybe not at all. I should find out today whether I get the money or not. I'm nervous. I could REALLY use all that extra income. Really.
Well, that's all for now. I gotta get some maintenance work done on www.tamuk.edu. TTYL
Something weird
19 November, 2002 at 02:21 PM by Ren | Permalink
Here's something weird about me. Yeah, I know, something weird? WOW. It's a shocker to me too.
I have little neurotic-type habits. Like for instance, whenever I lend my car keys out to someone (like they wanna get something out of my car), the instant they get back, I ask for my keys back. Even if they're the most trustworthy person in the world. It's weird.
Here's my weirdest habit. In the shower (no, not THAT habit) when I'm washing my hair, after I finish lathering up the shampoo, I run my hands through the shower to clean off the soap before I wash the shampoo out of my hair...with my hands. Isn't that VEIRD? I think it's weird. No matter what I do to try and not do that, I always do. Weird.
There. You learned something special about me. go away now.
Ronessa's Evil Twin
19 November, 2002 at 08:59 PM by Ren | Permalink
Now I dont' know if I've mentioned this before on my blog, but there's a new Nissan Sentra SE in the parking lot. She's a 2002/03 (I'm not sure which), black, with the spoiler AND a sunroof. Secretly, I covet her. She has standard transmission!
But I can't let Ronessa know. She's jealous enough as it is when she saw the new girl on the block parade in. All the other cars know just how jealous J. Roe is too--they won't let the two Sentra's park next to eachother. There always has to be at least one car in between.
So imagine my delight today as I went to the store. I unlocked Ronessa and as I was getting in, Roe's evil twin's owner gets out of *his* car. Yeah, you're saying, that's great. But wait, it gets better.
This guy gets out of his cute little black Nissan Sentra and proceeds to stare me and Ronessa down. NO JOKE! He was totally checking out the competition. Ronessa was in top form though. Nice, quiet, sleek. Purring like a kitten as it were. So funny. So funny. I can't believe he was totally staring us down.
It made me laugh so much, as soon as I got home, I had to post about it cuz I knew I'd forget by tomorrow.
long day
20 November, 2002 at 11:01 PM by Ren | Permalink
I just got home about an hour ago. I spent the day being a judge at the Mr. Texas A&M University-Kingsville pageant. I swear, somedays I really love my job.
Nothing really eventful happened, well not beyond me judging me some fine mens! woo.
Alrighty. I'm off to bed. Freak, I read your comments; I am so not rexy.
I'm on my period, fuck off
21 November, 2002 at 08:53 PM by Ren | Permalink
for real. I am.
I'll talk tomorrow.
Turkey!
23 November, 2002 at 09:18 PM by Ren | Permalink
So, about a week ago Freaky came to me with an inticing offer.
She had raffle tickets for a turkey raffle. I bought six. But being the jokester that I am, I only filled out one with my real name. The other five had names like Taun We, Wesley Crusher, Obi-Juan Kenobi and Dr. Henry Jones, Jr.
They had the raffle on Friday.
I won a turkey.
Well, technically not me. Wesley Crusher won the turkey. But it was really me underneath the Starfleet cadet uniform. So I won a turkey. I was elated. I hoped my mom hadn't yet bought a turkey for Thanksgiving so I decided I'd call her at work to tell her the good news.
Ren: Mom! Guess what?
Mom: what?
Ren: Guess what I'm bringing home for Thanksgiving?!!
Mom: um, i don't know. *whispersintothephone* your boyfriend?
Ren: um. no. Just a turkey.
Yeah, Mom stole my thunder with that one. So as much as I'd like to show mom that I've made a decent man of myself and bring the mr. home, there is none. Just a raffled off Thanksgiving turkey. How embarrassing for me.
I told La Aaron later and he died laughing. Of course he said "well at least she's taken it well."
Indeed. But I won a turkey! YAY! And I'm taking it home for Thanksgiving! Yay!
*sigh*
25 November, 2002 at 09:14 PM by Ren | Permalink
So today, I finished a splash page for the people at the Museum. We had decided on this cool "loteria" concept. Loteria is the Mexican version of bingo. It was gonna be cool.
They didn't like it after all (that's the long story short version). So I'm back to the drawing board. suck suck suck. I'll get it done I'm sure, but I feel like I'm running out of time to do all these projects by the end of the year. And all the shopping I have to do! Oh lawd! Stop stressing Ren, stop stressing.
The funny part about it all is if I were getting paid on the side to do this site, man, I'd be all about letting them say "we hate it, start over!" Cuz lets face it, who says no to $50 an hour? Not me, let me tell you. I'm a whore for the web design. Use me, abuse me, 'cuz I ain't yo' average groupie.
Way to channel Baby Got Back.
So I'm over my period from last week, at least for right now. I totally apologize to being hellabitchy to everyone last week. I think I'm just a little overstressed. I don't handle the pressure so well sometimes. It's ok though, considering I only had one bona-fide freak-out in the last few months. I think I'm settled for the year.
I could post about what happened to my Mom on Saturday, but I don't really feel like going there...and as Krysdol would say "Oh lawd, another tragedy."
So, that's it for now. Go about your business. Move along. Move along.
Love to eat...turkey
27 November, 2002 at 03:57 PM by Ren | Permalink
Right, so this is a short little hi-hi before I hit the road and go to San Antonio to see Mom and Eric for Thanksgiving--mashed potatoes; dead bird meat roasted to perfection; green bean casserole; LEFTOVERS. Oh my God. The leftovers.
Well, I'd better hit the road soon, I'm finishing up a CD for Mom and then i'm off like your prom dress. Woohah!
I have to tell you guys all about my overthinking last night, and my sudden need for reassurrance (thanks Krysdol!) and Freaky pissing me off by withholding vital information (sorry about my retaliatory freak-out...but you do know how to push my buttons : P ). Ok, that's it. I'm gone. TTYL