Oh Thea

Mmm mmm mmm

Welp.. this is me posing retardedly on my couch.

Once again.

Lindsay & Andy

The New Couch of Doom!

and its pretty darn comfortable.

... and I put my feet on it... with my shoes one. You can't stop me.

Some people I like.

Yup.. thats Ben.

With that said I will now say this: I hate doing "grown-up" things... and thus my rant begins.

Today, Saturday, was beautiful day it was the perfect temperature outside and the sun was shining. A perfect day for running about, taking pictures, going to see friends, working on cars, and playing basketball. However instead of doing any of these things this morning I had to get up and go to work. Now some might say "well I had to work today too!" but then I will tell you a little bit about what I did at work today.
First off on my way to work I was tormented by the lovely brisk air of which I knew that I would not see any of for the rest of the day. Once I get to work I climb up the 8 flights of stairs to my office (I refuse to use the elevators.) where I set in my 4' by 3' cube and stare at a screen. Now in this office there are huge windows where the sun can shine in and at least make the place seem a little bit cheerier, but alas I work with a bunch of guys who must hate the sun for they cover the huge lovely windows with the nastiest venetian blinds every... and still complain about the light glaring on their screens.
Next I'll talk about the time spent at the office, or "Elton Tron" as I like to call it, though I think I'm the only one who finds that amusing. Today I arrived there at 10AM and started working on whatever it is that I'm supposed to do there, which at the moment is bastardizing 1.5 million lines of code ( no kidding ) in 5 layers of COM+ and COM callable dotNet components so that they will work with the companies new crap.... If you knew anything about programing you would be crying after reading that last sentence.
It is now 3:49AM on Sunday morning. I just got home about fifteen minutes ago. I worked for seventeen hours.... on a saturday... inside.... on a beautiful day... mean while back at the mansion a bran new movie camera sets in my room not being played with.... mean while a new set of powered disc brakes are waiting to be installed on a fun car.... I made the best of it though.
I keep telling myself its a means to an end. So I can make money to make the hawaii thing happen. I wonder how long I can keep it up. We shall see I suppose, cause there's really only one way to find out: Keep on doing it till its done, or I can't do it any more. We'll see which one comes first.
Well with all that said.. I feel I must sleep. For I will probably end up doing the same thing I did today, tomorrow.

FIN