sorry for all the posts today, but one more thing.
so these socks from walmart (why does it seem like im always buying socks and always talking about it on here?)....all the sock companys nowadays are packaging their socks in resealable packages. WHY THE HECK WOULD I WANT TO RESEAL MY PACKAGE OF SOCKS?!? and why in the world would that make me want to buy your socks? the other thing...i went with jerzee socks cuz they were the cheapest, and the package says in huge lettering "THE BIG FOOT!" well thanks, jerzee, as if im not self-concious enough about my huge feet, as if i havent been made fun of all my life, you have to go and advertise it to the millions of wal mart shoppers as i walk through the store. other companies choose wording like "big and tall" but no...jerzee has to go with "THE BIG FOOT!"
on a different note...how do you know if deli ham has spoiled or not? its kinda slimy, but no slimier than usual. and smells weird, but i dont think any weirder than usual. i guess i'll find out when i eat lunch tomorrow. maybe im not ready for this independent living yet.

i feel like such an adult tonight. i could really handle this house-of-my-own-independent-living kind of thing. i mowed the lawn, emptied and loaded the dishwasher, put other dishes away, and made myself dinner. then i went to the thrift store looking for work pants without any success, but found 3 great shirts. its unusual for me to find anything at the thrift store, but this was my best trip in a long time. then i went to walmart and bought socks and gatorade. you'd think it's all a marketing ploy, but walmart really does have the best prices. its undeniable. you've got to hand it to them, they know what they're doing. a gallon of gatorade, for example, is ON SALE at the grocery store for 2.50. at walmart - 1.86. unbelievable. then, i had to go to the grocery store for milk. yup, i sure am an adult.
ok goodnight.

im glad we dont have a fence surrounding our yard anymore. in fact, the majority of our old fence has been burned in our fireplace by now. as long ago as i could remember, the fence was always in pretty poor condition. untreated wood, rotting, rusty nails, missing posts, and so on. our house looked like a mansion when we finally removed the entire thing. one evening when my parents were away, i had my good friend dan over to play. i dont remember our age, we were young, but old enough to be home alone. my guess would be 11 or 12 years old. we commenced in playing something in the backyard, probably either frisbee or soccer, but i never owned any quality frisbees, so it was probably soccer. i kicked the ball, missed the goal, and it went over our fence into erma's yard. dan ran to retrieve it. he hopped the fence, threw the ball over, and as he came back over the fence he slipped on a piece of wet moss and got a huge gaping gash on his shin from a rusty nail that was sticking out. i was scared to death. my parents werent home and neither were his, and this was long before the age of cell phones. i brought him into the house and sat him on the bathroom counter and gave him a wet washcloth to keep the blood from dripping everywhere. the first person we though to call was a friend of ours - a woman, that is - named holly. i called and told her the situation. she said, "im probably not the best person to call." dan and i then remembered she is the one that faints by hearing the word "blood." i dont remember what happened after that, although i think i can remember sitting in the emergency room with him. he got a notable number of stiches. i can also remember being commended on taking such good care of him. i wonder if he ever looks at the scar and thinks of me and laughs. i guess i just wonder if he ever thinks of me, period. i want to be a kid again. i miss you dan. sorry you had to jump our rotten fence. good thing it's gone now.

while mowing the lawn really is miserable, there is nothing quite like the sight of a freshly mowed lawn. although i still havent decided yet if its worth the work or not.

it's one of those days where you just feel like the biggest idiot in the world and everyone around is looking at you shaking their head in amazement and disgust at how stupid you are and how slowly you learn. oh well, it'll pass.

i think i am going to start trying to write some songs. well, really they'll just be lyrics intended for songs that will never be used. ive really been inspired as of late by death cab for cutie as far as lyrics and songwriting goes, and appleseed cast as far as music goes. ive just never really had a knack for songwriting. i think i can have a way with words when i try, but putting it into a song is easier said than done. i'll let you know how it goes.

so often i am driving down the highway, my attention so diverted by the traffic and directions and general distractions of the trip. finally i take the time to look to my right to see my passenger only to see the seat filled with junk instead. i look in the rear-view mirror to see him in the back seat, wondering when and how he got there. and i want him so badly back next to me in the front seat so we can talk and take this trip together. he could be my navigator and tell me where to turn and what to watch out for. and when the trip gets slower we can discuss other things on my mind and enjoy the drive. but it seems as though there are so few places to pull over and take the time to stop the car and empty out the front seat again and let him back in. and nobody likes a backseat driver. and nobody likes to be one either.

i remembered that i havent changed my band of the ___________ link in a while. it has been changed. i must give the props to saxon shore. no one wants to like them, including myself at times, but they are just too dang good to deny. rock and rollllllll.

story setup:
as you know it took me a long time to mow greens yesterday. as you also know, my brother helped me. the last thing you need to know for the story is that the 4 greens i mow are called the "large greens."

our boss enters the lunchroom precisely at 5:30, gives the usual spiel about the weather, and goes on to give morning assignments. "mowing greens," he says while everyone simultaneously looks at me and i roll my eyes and shake my head in disgust. "billy - 1, andy - 2, collin - large..." at this i give collin and the other guys a look of amazement. he stops in the middle of giving jobs and looks at me and says (in front of everyone, mind you), "i wasnt aware that your brother helped you out on number 10 yesterday." i nodded. "if he wouldnt have helped you, you wouldve brok...well...you broke the longest time record anyway...but...you probably wouldve come in at...oh....3 hours 45 minutes." to that i replied, "oh, it probably woudlve taken me a whole lot longer than that, john."

what a doosey of a couple days.
yesterday i raked sand and grass for 8 hours straight at work in 95 degree weather. i was going to go trim bushes at o'reilly's later once it cooled down a little bit, but decided not to. i went straight over and trimmed bushes for 4 hours. so, i worked in the hot sun for 12 hours straight. to make a long story short, i got heat exhaustion. i laid down for an hour nap, but was woken up by erica at 10:00. i was out of it and really sick to my stomach. i went back to bed at 11....i ended up getting 10 hours of very heavy sleep, which was quite nice.
today i had to walk mow greens, which i hate doing. it takes the other guys about 2 and a half hours to mow 4 greens. it took me 3 hours and fifteen minutes to only mow 3 - my loving brother saw how slow i was going and mowed one of mine for me. during all of this, i felt like passing out. but anyway, i finally finished mowing greens, took a break, drank a lot of water and ate some pretzels. i was really really sick to my stomach. i was following another guy driving out on a mower when all of a sudden it hit...i started puking off the side of the tractor while driving. it wasnt pleasant...but pretty hardcore. i felt a little bit better after that.
work sucks.
in old news....the saxon shore show was a pleasure. about 30 people showed up, gave them about 46 dollars, and i got a free t-shirt, and the music was amazing. they ended up not staying at my house but got a hotel instead. but, yeah, it was a lot of fun.
thats really all i have to say i guess. stay out of the heat. im out.