I know, I know, I suck. But it's not my fault. I have already ordered my internet service, but my ISP has seemed to have hired a bunch of dumbasses, thus making the process very ANNOYING set of events. Don't worry, they assured me on June 16 that within 10 days they would have my service hooked up; probably even 5 or 6, but 10 to be safe.

I called to see how close they are... and they expect July 10th to be done.

Now, I am no math wizz... and I know I am only taking a few hardly-worth-it classes at a community college, but I know that June 16 to July 10th is NOT ten days. But the lady there informed me of why my adding was off. "Well, it's ten business days, sir."

So apparently I'm the jackass, not them. Because we allll know that June 16 to July 10 really only has about 7 business days between them.

::sigh:: I wish I could live in THAT world.

Back to school... back to school...
to prove to da-da I'm not a fool.
I've got my lunch packed up,
my boots tied tight,
I hope I don't get in a fight.
Billy Madison (Link yourself there, you even lazier bastard than I.)

So, I registered for some classes. Not a full time student... Although I thought about it. But I am not going back because I have to. I am not going back because I should. I am going back because I want to.

So, I am only taking 9 credits. Is that a sin? I think not my friends, I think not. I am going to take an Italian 101 (the langauge, not the culture... but I am thinking about taking that next semester.), Acting 101, and Movement/Dance for the Actor. I think it seems like a good set of classes, and my schedule will look good as far as work/class goes. I was also thinking about taking sign language some more, but I don't know if two languages at once would be a fantastic plan. Sooo I'll wait till another semester to go back to sign again. Maybe next year, I'll take them both. Just don't want to start all over and learn a new one on top of it. It makes sense, right?

In other news, my puppy just dissed me hard. I was like "What's up puppy dog?? Come gimme a kiss!!" and she looked at me, then walked away. I cried for 6 hours.

I should blog as I would talk, right?

Well, I sometimes use words that aren't the words you'd like your 12 year old daughter to use. Not a lot, but sometimes. I think I am getting to the point where I often change my wording to avoid that.

Would anybody be terribly offended if I started mildly using some sailorish words?

Also, Saturday night I am holding auditions for The Posse. If you're going to be in town, drop on by the house. The audition consists of an application, an interview with myself, and a performed talent for the audience. (The others auditioning.) Be there, or be somewhere else.

Ding ding.

There's a song that Mr. John Coltrane played that I really enjoy. I don't know the title. I am SURE that I could find it very easily. But I am lazy today. So, for you jazz lovers, here's your hint, and you tell me: The beginning starts with this piano whirring everywhich direction, although very lightly, very calmly. Johnny C comes in with some notes... and you're like "This is HAPPY BIRTHDAY." But it's not. And you realize that. But you're like "Hmmm..." and you ear it suspiciously. And then you go into a happy trance. When the song is over, you want to lay on the couch and watch the ceiling fan all day. No, the song is NOT called "Smoke a Bowl." You guys make me sick.

Speaking of "smoke a bowl"...

I was over at some lady's blogger'ssite today, and upon reading the post about the tooth fairy, I opted to read some comments. And wouldn't you know it, I read one of the funniest damn things I have read in a while.

Be happy the baggy only had a tooth.
Nothing worse than losing your stash to some toothless kid.

Tee hee!

Speaking of funny... If Johnny T wrote a book, I would read it so often that I would probably start memorizing it chapter by chapter. What a funny guy. I just want to give him a hug and make him a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

Also, I don't know what is going on with other blogs and my commenting, but I comment and it doesn't show up. It's like I am Ebeneezer Scrooge and nobody can hear what I am saying to them. Those bastards.

So, my dog has worms. I found this out about 15 minutes ago. Oddly, today I was at the vet and we got her dewormed... just for a good time.

Weird, eh?

I need a haircut bad. Wanna know how bad? Too bad. Double meaning there. Too bad, because I am not going to show you how bad. And also, that's how bad; too bad. Ba dum bum.

I'm leaving now. (And for the record, I am NOT an orange-assed baboon.)

I know for a fact that I am not a violent person. But there is a group of folk who I would take into a dark alley and proceed to make them wish that their mothers and fathers had never met. These people are the folk who abuse or end the lives of animals for the fun of it.

I heard a story last night that, at first, made my stomach turn. But the story resolves, I assure you of this.

The Dude's father (Dude Sr) was working at an unknown place, but it was the typical outside, physical labor sorta place. There were several guys whom would sit around during lunch, and eventually this malnurished dog would wander up.It was a really sweet dog, and wanted nothing more than a few bites of food. Just enough to make it another day. After it was fed and pet and played with, it would wander back into the bushes from which it came.

One day, the dog came out of the bushes to see his friends, but one of the workers (whom was not a part of this group, but knew of the dog and his daily events) approached the dog. He then proceded to raise his nail gun, and plant a nail straight through the dogs skull because he found that sort of thing amusing.

Unfortunately for him, he did this in front of the group that loved the dog so dearly. They found it less amusing, to say the least. As the circle closed in around him, all of the cowboyish folk removed their thick leather belts with large buckles on them.

I guess the last time that they saw the guy was when the EMTs loaded him into the ambulance, strapped to a board.

Serves him right, the f-in' bastard.

A la Rob Gordon
Inspired by The Dane

1) Actor (Screen or Stage)
2) Musician (Frontman, drummer, or otherwise)
3) Comedian
4) Advertising (I know this isn't a job, but more a field... but you catch my proverbial drift, right?)
5) Detective (included with preceding years of being an officer)

I couldn't really decide which came before which on 4 and 5. It changes often. But for right now, that's the order.

I guess the order of this really changes quite frequently, but it's always the same 5. Some are more realistic than others, and I might not even go into any of them. But I always keep them in mind as options.

My head itches. I wonder if I am having a thought.

This puppy business is tough work. But hey, wonderful form of birth control. If dealing with a puppy is tough, a kid would be one hell of a time right now. I have a lot more respect for the folks who are excellent parents earlier than they had planned.

So, I have decided to change the name of my pupster. I know, it's not good to be changing her name, but she's only had Jess/Jessie for about a week, and the name I have chosen sounds similar. But I was settling for Jessie because I couldn't think of a better name. But every time we get in the car, there is only one station that will calm her down and make her relax, and I think the name fits her.

Thus, I have named her Jazz. I think it's good name, eh? Especially considering how much I love jazz, I found it fitting.

In other news, I keep saying that I am getting the net soon... but I think I might actually mean it this time. I am calling the cable company today and saying "LOOK. I need to feed my addiction. Ya dig?"

And furthermore... Vega?