Pissed off in 5… 4… 3… 2… 1…

<annoyed_rant>
Apparently I get to fling mud in my Xanga now… anyone have a really old catapult or even a ballista? Side note: Xanga has a place for comments for a reason.

I’d like to just leave it at “my mistake”, but my ego is deafening. Read what you want, but don’t assume you know what you’re reading or why it is there. Don’t read between the lines unless you know whats currently going on in my head. Even if you think you know me well, which is certainly possible, bad things happen that you don’t know about that I’m not apt to tell anyone and I’m am certainly free to comment on it if I so chose with out ridicule or pedantic and obtuse comments. [The those of you who don’t know the words pedantic or obtuse, the preceding sentence was in itself pedantic and President Bush is obtuse.] I’d also like to point out before someone cares to attack me without reason, I am using “you” as a plurative.
</annoyed_rant> XML anyone? (yes I know its not really XML without the root, piss off)

I realize this placement sucks… but skip the above if you really don’t like me… it will just piss you off more.

I had a… unique (read tiring) weekend. I started off with a lovely phone call at 8:54AM from Wyandot telling me they needed me to life guard. Of course that meant that there was only 1 guard in CI and they needed me to meet state minimums. I grudgingly obliged and missed all my classes. 7 hours later I was finally relieved (by someone who’s name I can’t remember but for some reason I do know she likes pineapples and anything covered in chocolate). Friday night was abysmally boring… mostly because I could barely move after standing/walking on a knee that I wrecked the night before climbing.

Saturday I was supposed to go home again, but no such luck. I woke up around 8AM to go back to Wyandot but had a wonderful migraine. Went back to sleep woke up at noon, took a few Ibuprofen and sat in traffic for an hour trying to get into Wyandot. The only saving grace of this weekend is that I did end up “asking” the girl from work to go to dinner. She was unfortunately otherwise occupied but at least I can say I tried (and she didn’t say “no”). My reason for not asking will still forever remain hidden.

Sunday wasn’t crappy, but could still use some work. I’m still having problems getting to sleep so I didn’t goto bed until 5AM Sunday, which means I didn’t get out of bed until 1PM or so. I then spent the rest of the day doing homework…. which it frightens me how used to that I’m getting.