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Like last year, I don't expect miracles. This list is merely to show you what I would want. Feel free to disappoint. Just don't tell me about it.
In on particular order:
- 42" big screen or a Epson 705HD projector
- A bottle of Maker's Mark
- An Isis Puzzle
- Chicago deep dish pizza, Chef's special
- A goose-down blanket
- Chicken Pot Pie
- A hedgehog! (adopt one for me if possible)
- Charmander
- Windows 7 Series Phone
- Ipad (3G version)
- Beef Pot Pie
- A good novel
- A crappy novel (so can make a false safe)
- Did I mention Chicken Pot Pie?
- Real true love
Hopeful and waiting,
ShadowlessTomorrow
Wow. Seriously? I didn't think it's been that long since my last post. I suppose there's a lot to get off my head huh? We'll see. We'll see indeed. Guess I should start with the most pressing issue...
My birthday is coming up. Like super coming up. I'm not talking like how people during May say that their birthday is coming up. "Dude it's not anywhere near October yet..." I'm talking it's coming up this Thursday. Like whoa. I'm going to be 23. (For a second I forgot. Hahahahaha). 23 means nothing to me. It's not a milestone. It's not a landmark. If anything, it's a small easy dip in the road. It's unnoticeable. My birthday has always been just another day to me. Just another sunrise and another sunset. Though I find it's a day I can be a douche, ass, diva, and needy wanty baby with reason on my side. If I were to do this on other days, people would just kick my ass. Ha. Just another day, in another year, in my life. Again... people ask me. What do I want. God, I'm sick of hearing that. So sick. They are basically asking me to set expectations, for something that may not happen. Why? Why do that to me? Was I born on this day, just so you can disappoint me? I bite my thumb at you good sir. I'll make a list of what I want after this post. I'll make it a tradition. More on my B-day laters.
"Here is a list of my broken dreams. Do you have super glue? No? I'll add that to the list too." (Wow that was a really emo line. I think it was clever enough so that people don't think I'm a piss pot of sadness.)
Oh, so strange happenings at work. I never dress like I want to be promoted but I do dress nice. I never act like I'm manager material but I have good output. I never act mature or put on my work-mask but I get the job done. I've always lived on the belief that merit should be more than any sort of facade/mask/outfit/costume we wear. Surely, if someone came to work in a clown outfit, and asked people to pull his finger, I would think "Really?! This is my manager?" (Not a true story) But if he got the job done, made deadlines, and showed not only knowledge but understanding. I would think him better. So anyways. I got tasked with the job of rebuidling the call center. (I wish I had a cool title like Executive of Call Center Operations. That would be schweet! Maybe I'll suggest it.) It's a big job and no one really knows where I'm going to go with it. They picked me because I have outstanding performance and understanding. *proud* But it's sooo huge of a project... I worry that I'm going to fall short (did I just make a short joke against myself?!?!) or I'm going to be inadequate for the job (Another shot at me! Get it? Because I'm not explaining) These are all small worries as ShadowlessTomorrow has an ego that two need to carry. I can do this. I'm excited to solve puzzles.
What else is new. My sister is pregnant and engaged. *wide eyes* Double whammy. (Mind you it's rather difficult for an asian to open their eyes wide. (literally... it actually hurts my eyes (like my nested parentheses?))) Yup, she's got one on the way and a chain to latch to her man as well. When she first told me... Oh god, Buddha, Great Zombie Jesus I was so shocked. I didn't know what to say. 'magine a small door fit for exit of people single file. 'magine these people all running out at once, lezz put a fire in the room. Now all these people would get stuck in the door, burned alive! muahahahahahaha. *clears throat* um anyways. Replace the people with emotions, subtract the fire, and the door is a metaphor of how I express emotion. Yeah. I was stuck and when she hung up the phone... I literally just stared at it for 20 minutes. Now it's much better. I'm super duper fragaliciously happy for her. (screw you spell checker... I don't care if I spelled that wrong!) I'm hoping it'll be a girl. I'm already an uncle for 3 girls but I wouldn't mind being another uncle to a girl. I always wanted to have a girl... *sigh* It'll happen with time I suppose. Come on, I'm only turning 23 this year. Jeez. As for her being engaged, I saw that coming from a mile away and that's saying something... as I'm color blind.
Back to me now, because this blog is about me after all *Stands in a glorious shining light* So for my B-day, I'm travelling to Calgary. To catch up with old friends and to see to it that my liver doesn't last me to 24. It should be a grand ole time. Now, as my friends are shite, mind you complete shite, at planing. I have to plan it. We haven't even bought plane tickets yet. Yeah, glorious, steaming piles of shite they are. But I'm going to go, no if ands or butts. This is my gift to myself and I aint about ta eff dat up. (When I go gangster slang, I mean business) So yeah I'm going to have to buy a tick, last minute because I suck and so do my friends. But they can almost match me as a liquor retainer so that's great I suppose. Hahahaha.
*Salutes* Signing off HQ,
ShadowlessTomorrow
