Dark Was The Night (Cold Was The Ground)

Been a while…

Iowa was wonderful despite airport headaches and what was dubbed the “Storm of the Decade” in the Midwest. I think things went well. I haven’t heard otherwise so I’m going to continue to assume that I was my normal self (you know…a personable person both charming and witty).

While I haven’t actually gotten any of my tests back from round 1 I feel good about the world of academia at the moment. Or at least my standing as it correlates to everyone else.

There are other things to mention. I’m almost sure of it, but for now I’ll just leave it at that and ponder cryptic phrases as relates to other peoples blogs…

I Want You To Want Me

This will explain it all:

I want you to want me.
I need you to need me.
I'd love you to love me.
I'm beggin' you to beg me.

I want you to want me.
I need you to need me.
I'd love you to love me.
I'll shine up the old brown shoes, put on a brand-new shirt.
I'll get home early from work if you say that you love me.

Didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'?
Oh, didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'?
Feelin' all alone without a friend, you know you feel like dyin'.
Oh, didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'?

I want you to want me.
I need you to need me.
I'd love you to love me.
I'm beggin' you to beg me.
I'll shine up the old brown shoes, put on a brand-new shirt.
I'll get home early from work if you say that you love me.

Didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'?
Oh, didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'?
Feelin' all alone without a friend, you know you feel like dyin'.
Oh, didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'?
Feelin' all alone without a friend, you know you feel like dyin'.
Oh, didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'?

I want you to want me.
I need you to need me.
I'd love you to love me.
I'm beggin' you to beg me.
I want you to want me.
I want you to want me.
I want you to want me.
I want you to want me.

Private World

I love elevators. They are a terribly interesting look at how uncomfortable everyone is with one another. I’ve been observing this phenomenon for a while now and I have discovered that there are a few rules to riding an elevator.

1.) If there are only two people on an elevator they must be as far apart as humanly possible.
2.) I rule number one is broken there is usually a glare or a cough from the person who entered first.
3.) If three or more people ride see Rule 1
4.) The only acceptable places to look while riding an elevator are at the door, your shoes, or the lights at the top.
5.) If you break rule 4 see consequences from Rule 2
6.) If you get on with someone you know (say from your office there are only two possible outcomes, either the conversation is halted abruptly when one or both of you leave the elevator or there is an awkward silence that sets in after the normal pleasantries are exchanged.
7.) If you find yourself in a conversation in an elevator and someone else gets on the conversation is either ended or carried on with only vague references to what you where talking about a moment ago.
8.) In all likelihood you will try and push the same button at the same time as the creepy guy from Accounting…

So that is what I’ve gathered.

Beyond those inane observations life is good. I am not sick ( I think) as my last post may have lead some to believe. I’m headed down to St. Mary’s to do the valentines thing this afternoon, and school is working out oddly well, as I got out of my Bio Exam and a Philosophy exam due to snow and ice. This is the same ice that has transmuted into some sort of cement or adamantium that trapped my car this morning. I tried everything, eventually resorting to a hammer and chisel which still didn’t work. It is still stuck. Thank god my family has 75 cars! Okay, we don’t actually have 75 but there seem to be way too many most of the time.

That’s all for now, hope everyone has a lovely weekend.

Listening to A Mind Of Her Own by Pedro The Lion

Object Of My Affection

I apparently jumped the gun on my anniversary edition. The actual first post was the 18th. Oh well.

I think I have a fever. I want to leave work really badly but I didn’t drive (fucking snow) and the Development division is bitch slapping me around with work. I haven’t been able to see straight at all today (but people keep saying that it has been horrible for a while now). I can’t get sick. I can’t get sick. I can’t get sick.

Hope everyone enjoys the day off in DC. Me and the Federal workforce will continue to slug through. Government doesn’t take off, neither does real estate. Even if all the essential support businesses are out. This leads to more work for me and less work for everyone else. I got a pizza lunch out of it though. Due to the fever however it has just made me queasy…

It’s Valentine’s Day for most people. Mine isn’t until Friday. This is a mixed blessing since I still need to do some gifting before then…

That’s about it.

Oh, one more thing:

I love you Ib.

After The Curtain

It has been an entire year. I honestly can’t believe it. I feel like I should have more to say, but I don’t. I’ve enjoyed my blog. There hasn’t been much of interest in its posts but sometimes there doesn’t need to be point. High minded posts can be reserved for Washington Post writers and friends of mine that are smarter than me. “My Morning Of Forced Leisure” is here only to give those who care (or are morbidly fascinated) a window into my life or at least some of my life. I could talk about how I’ve come a long way in that year. How the person writing today is entirely different from the person who signed up for Blogger 365 days ago. But honestly that would be way more boring than the normal post topics.
I guess I’ll thank my loyal readers and continue on, endeavoring to make you laugh every once in a while, keep you informed as I see fit, and tell you what I think about whatever it is that comes across my path. Here is to another year of you all wasting precious seconds reading about boxes from work and what I’m listening to.

Listening to Postcards From Italy by Beirut

Plainsong

Quite a week:

I meet the new generation of emo.

Realized weather is subjective.

Had a wonderful Friday night.

I'm going out to a Tex-Mex dinner and then a movie (Smokin' Aces)
That should be fun. I'll have to tell you how it is...

Next week is basically the same. Ah, routine how I adore and loath you.

Listening to T.V. On The Radio