Sitting and general procrastination

So sitting, it’s not really anything you appreciate until you can’t. I really realised how great it can be to just sit and, well, nothing this summer. My general aim seems to be “become one with the sofa”. I think this is mainly because where I work you don’t get to sit down. The only things resembling chairs in the shop are those weird benches people use to try on shoes. Not that I don’t love working, but running up and down stairs to fetch shoes for the lovely pikeys of Douglas can be tiring. Especially when you work 5 hours with only a 15 minute break.

So needless to say once I get home all good intentions of doing something productive go out the window. I just sit. The best sitting often happens when procrastinating I find. I think the knowledge that one has to get up and do something makes sinking into the soft leather all the more inviting. Take yesterday for example I got asked to wash up the dishes after dinner. Not a very difficult task but as usual I procrastinated. So I made a cup of tea and sat down.

Our chairs are massive leather recliners. I don’t tend to go all the way into full lounge position the way my dad does when we have guests over, in a way that makes me die a little inside, I just put up the footrest. Doing this makes you sink back even further back into its leathery arms of comfyness but not so much that you’ll spill tea on your face when you try to drink it. Once the footrest goes up though, there’s just no escape. All the aches of the day go away. I find my feet don’t feel like they’re going to explode anymore and I tend to get sleepy, really sleepy. I usually zone out and become a vegetable. A drooling zombie unable to respond to simple questions like, “how was your day?” or “what’s your name?”

When this happens I also forget whatever it was I sat down to avoid, and it’s usually only when I realise I have to pee that I stand any chance of escaping. That’s what happened yesterday. After 3 hours of solid sitting, nature called, and try as I might to avoid having to go upstairs and sort things out, the documentary on waterfalls pretty much sealed the deal. It was then I remembered the washing up. Let me just say leaving things to congeal on the stove for three hours is not a great idea, it took me nearly as long to coax the crud off the bottom of the pans, but that’s the beauty of sitting. The knowledge that you have to get up and do something mundane and annoying in a minute makes the fact that you’re not doing it now and that the chair is really comfy, even better. You put off getting up for just five minutes more and you seem to be even more aware of just how spongy the armrests are, and if you could put your head down and rest it for just a second everything would be perfect...

Up Yours Monday!

Today I decided to record just what I spend most of my day doing at work...quite a bit happened, none of which will impact on the universe in any meaningful way thankfully :)

8.28 - wake up. First thought: "holy shit I need more time". I did, however, manage to get up shave, eat a banana and watch some video Aaron (middle brother, 14, ginger halfbreed - expect further mentions!) had dredged up about using something from Star Wars to replace a dog. Honestly I don't remember all too much of it, I was still running on auto-pilot.

8.57 - leave for work. Short walk, and no crowds of schoolgirls this time of year...which is probably a good thing to be honest.

9.01 - arrive at work. I arrived a minute late...thankfully time is relative, and I'm convinced that the shop is actually stuck in its own eternal timezone...so somehow that works in my favour.

9.05 - start sweeping. This fills in a bit of time, cleans the place up a bit without incurring too much effort, and its probably a bit like some sort of therapy too.

9.15 - its raining and overcast, can't see the sun at all...so why oh why is it so damned hot!?

9.22 - carpets and lino to cut. Fun fun fun. Thankfully I know what I'm doing here, so nobody died this time.

9.34 - I was sent to investigate a missing handle on a wardrobe! It transpired that one of two handles is definitely missing. No doubts at all.

9.37 - I've concluded that the handle needs to be replaced. Of course we wouldn't have a spare to match that kind of pine...so now I think the wardrobe is off-set nicely by two brighter handles!

9.40 - while I'm down the back of the shop, I might as well relax a bit. No doubt theres some terrible duty that nobody else wants awaiting my return to the front of the shop.

9.50 - my right leg is going dead, I think I'm relaxing a bit much. I probably should move, but this chair is comfy!

9.51 - why can I hear bells!?

9.54 - I can hear movement in other parts of the shop, so either some pieces of furniture have become sentient...or customers are about!

9.55 - my leg is dead from the knee down. Might as well be wooden for all the feeling I have in it at the moment. Kayla will approve of this wooden leg incident.

10.00 - squeaky bicycle just went past! Twas really loud...feck its boring.

10.02 - second customer of the day. Insert typical Irish conversation concerning the weather. Riveting that was alright...

10.18 - I didn't think anything near this much stuff would occur to me...its become a bit daunting.

10.22 - there's a piece of wood shoved into one of the fuses here. I should be worried, but I'm just used to it at this stage. And whats more, its a square piece in a circular hole *sigh*.

10.28 - time for some music! Sadly my ipod probably wont last very long...what with it having very little power and all...

10.41 - despite its lack of power, my ipod keeps picking songs I want to listen to out of the 2900 possibilities :)

10.50 - went to the shop next door. I'd decided that I wanted Dr Pepper, but someone other than me must be buying it because they didn't have any! Instead I had to settle for the mind-altering chemicals of BPM...oh well.

11.01 - the postman showed up. I think that man has several personalities, he alternates between giving out to me for existing and praising all the work I apparently do...

11.16 - big truck just pulled up. Wish me luck not getting crushed in an avalanche of pointy-boxed-furniture-death when we open it...

11.50 - Paddy heads away to his lunch, and suddenly people walk in! Its like they were waiting for him to leave or something. Plenty of potential to sell something or at least get the groundwork done that might mean they'll buy something in the future!

12.15 - Aaron arrives to hang around and maybe help me out a bit since I'd be on my own otherwise during lunch.

12.17 - Aaron is put to work. Poor kid needs to work on ye olde social skills, but he is improving! He was able to speak to people and follow orders this time.

12.50 - Paddy returns. Nothing was sold, but then again nothing caught fire. Win.

1.00 - off to lunch with Aaron. JD's as usual, chicken tikka roll as usual, delicious as usual.

1.10 - talk of various things with Aaron, many of them concerning Transformers or anything at all that can be classed as Sci-Fi.

2.00 - arrive back at work, and its dead quiet. Its like the customers were working together to try to swarm the shop while only Aaron and I were there. Cunning devils!

2.14 - yep, definitely quiet. No doubt about it.

2.34 - and there goes the last of the BPM. Water would've lasted longer, but I felt as though I'd need the sugar and other lovely chemicals today :)

3.02 - thirsty again! Curses!

3.17 - another van, except this time I get to load it. My life is crazy like that.

3.38 - I should take up meditation or something. Finding a free half hour doesn't seem to be too difficult when I'm trying to keep busy...

3.56 - one or two people wander in every so often, other than that its all quiet on the Western Front.

4.12 - I've moved on from popping bubble-wrap. Conquered that addiction. Now I stab it with the stylus of my phone :)

4.35 - its reasonably busy again! But most people are just in for a chat and to see when Paddy is retiring...the end of the month isn't far away. Wish I could retire...like...tomorrow...but we all know that ain't happening!

4.50 - yerp more lino to cut. The fun goes on! At least this is something that requires my attention...

5.13 - relaxment down by the tables and chairs. Nobody seems to be buying these lately, so I'm rarely disturbed in here.

5.18 - I wanna go home! Almost there I guess...

5.21 - two fire engines went past, followed by that big water tanker one...most excitement we've had around here all day.

5.38 - freedom at long last! Away home I go :)

Sheesh, Dave, catch up here xP.

Just a quick one for now.

I was talking about Lego a while back with some friends. I was fortunate to get some for Christmas from Galway Dave (Hey Galway Dave, if you ever read this...). Lego has got to be the best thing in the world! So good, that James May (You might know him from Top Gear, he's the slow one, as in speed, not mentality) made an entire house out of it! AN ENTIRE HOUSE! It also had fully functioning taps, toilet and hot shower! And a lego cat and mouse. Amazing!

Unfortunately the house was demolished after Lego Land decided they no longer wanted it, as it would have been too expensive to transport. *sadface* Poor house.

That is what I wanted to share with you, and shall now proceed in doing so. =D.

Rawr!

So yuppsies, I's bored. Dave was online a while ago. But then Craig, Jonnie and I made him mad and he hulked out and left. I don't even know how we made him mad, but apparently that's what happened, and I'm sticking to my story, not matter what Jonnie says about him going to that better place which is apparently the kitchen... I really have to work on composing shorter sentences. (Spell check ^.^)

So, now I am stuck with them. -.-. Nah it's not so bad. So long as they don't start making fun of my height. Stoopit Jonnie brought it up! Cos, y'know, he's gay and all xP. And now he's disappeared... Maybe he went to join Dave in this imaginary kitchen he was talking about... I wonder if they'll make me a PB&J sammich if I ask them. Jonnie's back, I'll go ask, hang on... Ugh he has no peanut butter. Guess I'll have to go downstairs and make one myself. Oh, I can make some tea then too. =D. Be back in a moment!

Back! Man that took ages just to make a sammich and a cup of tea. T'was because one o' the fish downstairs was dead so had to sort that out. And then Dexter kept trying to eat Snuki's food, so had to keep him occupied so she could get all fat again. Oh the dilemmas of an 18 year old. xP.

In other news, I heard the kitten was put into the bin today. He's grand. Apparently he pissed Tristan off a little too much. And now, I shall end this nonsense and bid you all farewell =)

Picture : Peg-sies! Took it about a year ago. Reminded me of today's weather. =)

Here we go!

First post, been meaning to do this since like ages ago, but it took Kayla's convincing to get to me actually go and do it!

Today, I'll just talk about today. Typical lazy Sunday, I've spent most of the day either right here in front of the Craptop, or partaking of the amazingness that is MH3 on the Wii.

This laptop I have here in front of me is an Acer Aspire 5050. Anyone who has seen me use this machine over the last three years will attest that it is most certainly on it's last legs. I've been doing everything I can, and calling it a fair few favours from those better versed in the technological arts than I am to keep it ticking over until my 21st...and then I should be able to talk a nice shiny new machine out of my loving parents :D

Monster Hunter Tri, now here's something thats kept me occupied all summer. I've followed the Monster Hunter series since it's first EU release on the PS2 waaay back in '05. That game kept me thoroughly occupied for a few months. The online feature was especially fun, though I had to bolt an adapter on to the back of my original model console...ah good times!

The latest installment in this line of gaming brilliance continues to improve on all the previous games...but enough about the game for now...more about the godliness that is the hunter known as "Schemer", my character :)

This won't mean a lot to most of you, but to me the thought of "full Rathalos armour" and a sword called "Dancing Hellfire" really does make me smile...

There's my first post, think it gets across at least some of my skewed brilliance :)

Creaky floorboard...

So, right, there's this creaky floorboard in my room, just in front of my door. The thing about it, other than it's extreme annoyance, is that it seems to move. Some days I can step over it, and miss it, but others I can't. It moves at least two inches forward, and then back. It wouldn't be so much of a problem if it wasn't so loud! My room is right above the living room, and I recently experienced what it sounded like from down there. It sounds like there is a hooje mouse squeeking in my room, well more like inbetween the upstairs floor and downstairs ceiling. Now, every time I step on it, I feel obliged to apologise to whoever is downstairs for the awful racket that I can't prevent. I've also started finding myself talking to it. Well, berating it for it's noisyness at 2 and 3 in the morning. It should really be more considerate.

I was thinking about maybe trying to fix it. I'd miss it though if I did. I've even named the ol' thing. He is called Lars, after Lars Ulrich from Metallica. Why? Well, because he annoys the heck outta me as much as this floorboard does, but I can't help but love him, because Lars is a member of one of my favourite bands, and this floorboard is a part of a room which I also love. (He'll also be one heck of a tennis player someday.) It's a complicated love/hate relationship which can never be solved, and one day, the floorboard shall be loved by everyone in the house, and those who come to visit. He shall even form his own hate campaign agaist something he dislikes, and use his name to sway the opinions of others, and therefore be hated for it. I shall pity and empathise with him when that day comes, but until then I will learn to live with him, and love him as he seems to be here to stay.

So, this blog entry is dedicated to Lars, the annoying creaking floorboard that impersonates a hooje mouse at 2am most mornings.

(Regarding the picture, I would upload one I have taken of Lars myself, but I'm short, so at 'Tallica gigs, I can't see him at all.. Not that I'm complaining about that. Just letting you know is alls =P)