Ah, my last chance!

Yep, it's my last chance. To post in October. Remember back at the beginning of the month, where I told tales of October, and all it's temperature-fluctuational glory? Well, once again, this month has proved herself irritating and irrational. Two days ago, I was driving around in my car with the top down. The car's top.

Today, it's frickin 40 degrees out. It's a bit overboard, don't you think? I mean, what ever happened to the days where Fall was the season where it stopped being hot and slowly became cold? I mean, now it's like...there's a hot, perfect, and frickin cold button, and no way to find anything in between. You'd think that the proverbial 'they' would have figured this out by now.

Also, my car blew up again yesterday. Whoever decided to use plastic for the thermostat housing on the 2nd generation RX-7's was a flippin RETARD. I mean, come on man. It's a very hot, high-pressure piece of the car, and you want to use plastic? What an idiot. I've now blown up TWO of these things in a month. Plus, I cant tell you the mental torture it is to ride with towtruck drivers. Cree-eepy. I mean, the whole time, I'm just expecting them to either just drive out of the city and keep going...making me very uncomfortable, or I expect them to just start screaming and swerve the towtruck into a nearby lake.

Ok, it's time to work now. You all have fine days.

Photofall.

This is the first time I can recall being in Riverside during the fall season. The most interesting part of the whole thing is my street. Woodrow Ave. It's a nice street that has quite a bit of character to it, mostly due to the trees. You see, when driving down my street, there are trees everywhere, overhanging the road and they create quite a mood. When it's a sunny day out, they create shade that just gives you that comfortable "driving down a shady road" feeling. When it's raining, I love the closed-in feel you get from driving under rain soaked trees. When it's snowy, it's looks like a scene out of a book, but so far, I had not experienced the fall season.

It's quite remarkable actually. When one drives down my road, the colors are astounding. I have seen trees change colors before, but to drive under them, ranging from the stubborn trees that are still a lush green all the way to the trees that somehow turn their leaves into a deep red color, brings a new type of feeling. I've never been one for fall. I don't really like it all that much honestly, maybe due to the fact that school starts in fall, or that it gets cold, or whatever, but I am thoroughly enjoying the photo oppurtunities that abound lately near my home.

Just more meaningless banter.

I am doing something tonight that I haven't ever done. I am going to fall asleep listening to Handel and leaving one window partly open so I can hear the peaceful and gentle rumble of an October thunderstorm. I can honestly say that I have not had the pleasure of doing this before.

Tonight, I have tried many times to let myself relax, and thanks to one situation or another, it hasn't happened, until I found myself grabbing my laptop to share my thoughts with both of you who read this blog. It was at that moment that I realized that I was listening to classical music (yes, by choice), and that it was strangely thundering. So I turned off my light, turned on my lappy, and went to work relaxing (paradoxical eh?).

Sometimes I am glad that I don't write screenplays. You see, I get these great ideas that in my own head sound like they would make great movies, and then I picture myself in the movie theater, watching Kevin Costner play the main character, and I realize that, as a screenwriter, I think I would just suck. I'm glad I don't do that.

Though I do have a problem with writing. I like to do it all to much, and I like to do it all too differently. I mean, if you're reading this blog, chances are that you have seen how many blogs I have maintained in just the last few months. I mean, come on. At the moment I regularly fill up my own website, as well as three blogger.com accounts, with a touch on xanga (which I'm seriously entertaining the thought of quitting all together).

I like to write. I love to write about how I'm feeling, I love to write about storyline ideas that pop into my head, and I love to write poetically.

And then I find myself babbling whilst I type, laying my head down on my pillow, not even watching the screen, and still catching ninety percent of all my typographical mistakes. I truly am too much of a geek for my own good.

Well, it's bed time, and I'm in bed, but I'm not asleep. It's like laying in bed naked on your wedding night without doing anything. It just isn't right. So, I'm going to go sleep.

o/

The lonely moth.

You know, it's days like today when I know that God exists. When I am having a doozie of a day that tops even my last post, and everything that could be going wrong is seriously considering doing so. I know God exists these days becuase there's no good reason for a pair of completely awfully nice people from South Carolina to come in and lavish their kindness upon me. There's just no way. Today is a day for more of God's most irritating kids, but he still sends people to me who brighten up my day and keep me from going completely postal.

On days when the world is throwing every punch at me that it can, it seems that something steps in to just give me a little boost. And on any other day, this kindness would maybe go completely unnoticed.

Yesterday was an interesting day. I managed to go to Burger King instead of McDonalds. The funny thing is; I didn't realize this, and was completely obvlivious to the fact that I was at the BK, all the way up until the girl said "Welcome to Burger King, ...". At first, I even thought she was kidding. She wasn't. So, being the "go with the flow" guy that I am, I politely asked her to wait a moment while I figured out what I wanted instead of snack-wraps. I chose two plain cheeseburgers (which ended up having little amounts of ketchup on them, which was actualy an nice little surprise. I like ketchup.) and a large Dr Pepper. It wasn't a bad little treat.

Yesterday, I also completely forgot to bring my frozen food lunch to work. I didn't realize it until I was at Kellogg & Greenwich.

I also accidentally showed up to work 30 minutes early. Not because I looked at the wrong schedule, or because I looked at a clock wrong. I just got up, and knew I had to get ready for work, so I did, then drove all the way out here, looked at the clock to see if I had time to go to McDonalds, and saw that I had 30 minutes with which to drive through, get my snack wraps, go to work, eat said snack wraps, read a book, learn to fold origami, play the fiddle, and then start work.

And then I went to Burger King.

You can see why this was an interesting day. In response, I thought that I would give myself a nice relaxing day today, which ended up not being the case, partly because Lisa wanted the afternoon off, partly because of other reasons, and partly because I paid my phone bill.

I wonder if what ducks would call duck-bluetooths. Phone bills?

There's a moth in my store.

What the duck?

I would like to go on the record as saying that today has been one of the most awful days I have had in a long time. Talking about it won't make me feel better about it, and I'm still very very touchy in general.

On the plus side, it is rainy and cloudy (albeit cold), which I thoroughly enjoy, and I'm driving the rx-7 again, which is great. Mostly thanks to my CD player. You see, the Firebird that I had been driving has a malfunctioning CD player that makes a sound like an electrical short whenever you turn it on and off. So, no music. I would listen to my iPod, but I'm one of those guys who is against wearing headphones while driving. So, the moral of the story; buy a car-stereo.

If you're from New York, and you're impatient (you're normal), then get the MOTHERLOVE out of my state, go back where you came from, be impatient there, and if I treat you with patience and kindness, and you retort with assinine intolerance, then you only prove your worth as carpet mildew to me and if I ever see you out of my uniform I will not hesitate to explain in great detail and with great patience how much of a worthless rude pile of manure you are to me.
Jerk.

Also, I got broccoli and cheese soup today. I love soup. Especially on cold days. Especially when it has broccoli and cheese in it. Although, I must say, today's soup was quite hot. I mean, there's hot, and then there's "omgwtfpwn". Today was the latter. I sat it down on the counter for 20 minutes while I desperately tried to put the wonderfulness that is soup out of my mind. When I finally got to it, it was still hot. Not quite hot enough to encourage random abbreviations, but still probably a "good lord" hot. So I bit the bullet and went after it. It was so worth it. The soup is quite honestly the best thing that has happened to me all day (so far), followed closely by multiple repetitions of the song "Novocaine" on the "In Search of Sunrise 5" cd.

I hope somebody else is thoroughly enjoying the day that I'm supposed to be having today. I honestly hope that I run across many people today who are having excellent days, so maybe I can mooch a bit off of them. So, what can I do to make sure that today doesn't go to waste? I'm not sure. I'll have to work on that. I was super nice to the next two people who came in after the human scumlizards. That made me feel better. I realized at that moment that being nice and kind to people really is the best thing in the world (followed by broc & cheese soup).

I am going to go now, and hopefully I'll manage to sell a phone. If only to avoid an email suggesting that I read the sales manual again.

Sometimes I wish so much was different. Why isn't it?

Suddenly!

...and then before you knew it, you were in Cologne, eating small beefcakes with the Swiss women's national bird-calling team.

Or so it seems. Life throws some rather odd things at us from time to time. Occasionally causing us to drop whatever plans we may have in favor of some new and exciting plan that involves major change, heartfelt goodbye's and delectible marzipans.

Sometimes life brings us to a point where we are frustrated, doing the "salesman" equivalent of assembling a railroad, one spike at a time for example. These points are where your guard must be up. Something will happen, if you'll let it. Store up your funds, supplies, toilet-paper, and magazines, and prepare for an oppurtunity that you will otherwise pass off because you've been just getting by.

These oppurtunities are what keep us happy; they are what give us joy and push us out of our box. Why all this seemingly-meaningless banter you ask? (Don't worry, even if you didn't ask, you were curious. You just didn't know it.)

Let me tell you why. One word, two syllables. China.

I've been given an oppurtunity to visit the land of the billions. The land once trodden underfoot of a very unpleasant but merely upset man in a funny hat, who had a fixation on burninating villages. He's gone now, though.

This oppurtunity has showed me that life isn't in the future. You are not preparing to live life. You are living life right now. Yeah, I have dreams, and desires, and goals for my future, and yes, the $2300 that I may spend in visiting the giant upside-down raygun shaped land with the huge and pointless wall could possibly go towards something in my future.

But then again, I would have never visited China.

So I move forward, growing in excitement that has a 37% chance of being revoked because sometimes that happens. However, if it all goes through: yay.

Now it is time for me to go visit other blogs, and other sites, and other forums, in search of the ultimate boredom-relief. Tune in frequently.

-setH

I want a rain-stick.

I find myself struggling for the words to express how I feel about rainy days. To completely short-sell my feelings and use a cliche term; I love it.

There are few things in life that I find I enjoy immensely, and I do mean truly enjoy. Among these things are spending time with God, spending time with Naomi, DJ'ing, the feeling you get AFTER working on a car, and rainy days.

Rain and clouds bring character. In movies, it frequently rains. It brings a different feel to life. I also makes it much easier to do crazy-sick burnouts (which I make a point to sneak in frequently). It inspires emotion, and I, personally, have many songs in a "rainy day" category on iTunes that are PERFECT songs for rainy days.

Rainy days make me want to listen to old-school Tiesto and eat Crab Rangoon at Saigon on Broadway. They also make me want to listen to BT's 'Emotional Technology' and drive my Stealth around in Tulsa, and while on that topic, they make me want to be in my dorm in EMR with the window open and the lights off.

Rainy days remind me of my 300zx, and the fun I had drifting that car on rain-soaked side-streets near my house.

Rainy days remind me of the time Naomi and I just stood in the rain, embraced in a great big hug, completely oblivious to the fact that our clothes were thoroughly drenched, waterlogged, soaked and ludicrously wet (it was raining pretty hard).

Rainy days in the Fall remind me of working on the Stealth with the garage door open while a chilly rain was about, pulling the engine, putting it back, bolting up the tranny, breaking s-hooks which drop my engine into the bay unexpectedly, and so forth.

I love rain. I really do. You'll always find me at my happiest on a rainy day. Or you won't find me at all, as I'll be out and about, eating crab rangoon with Naomi at Saigon after getting pulled over for 'exhibition of accelleration'.

Enjoy the rain.

Here it comes...

Yep, this week is a week of anticipation. I'm in the process of a massive redesign of my website, for starters. Also, I managed to start getting a scratchy throat, which I am anxiously awaiting in anticipation for it's timely demise.

Also, I am anxious that Naomi is coming home shortly, in a little over a week if memory serves. We have made tentative plans (by "we" I mean "I") to play cards and such. You see, Naomi is a special character. She brings out the "let's go out and do something fun" in me. Usually I'm content to sit at home and watch a movie or something. That's not always the best thing in the world to do. She tends to want to go do stuff. Elsewhere. Go to the park, kick ducks, maybe go get ice cream or coffee or coffee flavoured ice cream. She tends to have the influential ability to get me to get out of my comfort zone and do something productive. Which is nice.

For example. I had yesterday off from work, as I do every Wednesday. However, thanks to my hilarious prank of not stopping at a stop-sign right in front of a police cruiser, I had to use my day off to go downtown and get my ticket signed off on. I desperately wanted to avoid this because of past experiences. I just flat out didn't want to do it. So when Naomi called me, she was very sweet about asking me if I had done that yet, and of course I began to spew more excuses than Nixon, and then I felt it. The self-inflicted guilt-trip. The weird kind of self-infliction that is actually Naomi thinking that I should go downtown even if I don't want to, but she doesn't say it, but I know she's thinking it, then I feel guilty...

Yeah. So I did it. I went downtown with Josh and got my stuff taken care of, and to top it off, it really wasn't that bad. Just FYI, showing proof of insurance for a WPD ticket is much easier and faster than doing so for a Hi-Po ticket.

But, in the end, one thing still stands. My sore throat. I drank some Dr. Pepper this morning (which didn't help, but it tasted good and made me feel better; I'm so shallow) and ate an apple (which is definitely NOT nature's toothbrush) and now I'm working on my website whilst at work. I already transferred in all the new accessories, and cut out all the new price-tags, but I still have yet to face the formidable alliance of crickets and beetles in the back thanks to Mr. Ryan forgetting to let the backdoor close all the way last night. I may call in for backup on that one.

This post has exceeded the maximum limit of most peoples' attention span and will now close.

Hextember

Holy crap, it's October. Stupid month snuck up on me. Let's talk about what October means to Seth.

Cold. October is here when it gets cold. Not "snow" cold, but "freezing rain" cold. We ease in to the winter months, and can withstand below freezing temperatures in February, for example, however I have learned that October is the month where temperatures drop from 90F to about 33F and then it rains.

Candy Corn Pumpkins. The little ones made of the same stuff they make Candy Corn with. I remember those at both my Grandparents' houses. There was always one on the shelf above the sink in Grandma Duncan's kitchen, and Grandma Bolen always had a little pumpkin-shaped candy-holder full of them.

Middle school. Specifically times when Cyle and Brice and I would hang out. We always seemed to have something fun to do in October. I don't know why, but when I think of the good ole' Oct, memories of late nights of movies and sour-ropes spring to mind. And Gweedo.

Naomi. Naomi broke up with me in October once. The first time actually. It was strange because it was the first time someone broke up with me while things seemed to be going so well. Strangely, I didn't mind because she said God had asked her to. Whatever He says, I'm fine with.

Cassie's Birfday. Yes, my sister graced this world at the end of Octime. Usually her birfday fests are more memorable and fun than Halloween ever was. Except the time I dressed up as a Star Trek character, complete with the uniform and even the little logo-on-the-chest-communicator-beamer-coffe-maker thing.

Adventures. Finally, the last thing that just screams in my mind when I think of this month are the Adventures that my Grandpa and I used to go on. I'm not 100% sure that they were in October, but it was always cold, the trees (I remember) were devoid of leaves, but it wasn't snowey out. I guess it very well could have been in November, but I doubt it. We would go on long walks just wherever, and see what we could see. We'd find fish, turtles, beer cans...just anything really. It was always tons of fun and something I'll remember for a long time.

Finally, I will depart with a little knowledge of the month for you. I've done some research and found that a little town in Indiana exists that goes by the name of Ober. Taking that knowledge with the previous knowledge of the language, October literally translates into "Eight Little Indians" or in some dialects "Eight Casinos".

With that, I leave you. Have a nice day.