so its official, yo. working sunday evening and monday morning at the Marriott Wardman Park Hotel. The extra nifty perk: I think I get a hotel room. Who knows, I may have to share with someone, but there is a slight possibility that I get my own hotel room. sweet either way. I think hotels are cool. and I like getting overtime. although i am going to see if I can get off early monday for working monday morning morning at 7am. i don't know if I could handle a day over 8 hours long.
So this morning I had so much stuff to blog about I couldn't believe...
YES!! i remembered.
Ok, so last night some people came over, and I realized I am a bad host, mostly because I get too paranoid about noise levels. Saw some people I hadn't seen in a while, though. It was funny, because right before she left me and liss had an amusing moment. It really showed how the weekend had come full circle. I mean, before the weekend I was all worried about my friendship with her and where it was going, and other incidental stuff. And over the course of the weekend, it just seemed that each successive time we hung out things got better after the initial super-downturn. Finally, by the time we all got together yesterday and we shared a stupid moment behind the futon (sounds kinkier than it is), it was like, yeah, the more things change, the more they stay the same. I only hope that this is a permanent thing, which I'm fairly sure it is. Also, I have to agree with liss in that bandwagoning and scapegoating don't get at the real issue, they're just easier to blame.
So I have to move this weekend. major suckage.apparently some of my stuff will be at katelins', some at the ballston place. we'll see how this all works out. I will also be earning ohsobeautiful money this weekend at the marriott wardman park working for a conference for safe and drug free schools. well, that's all for now, so until next time...
So I'm having an online argument with max, and I've come to a few conclusions:
1.) I hate IM because I can never tell if someone is actually angry or not, and I am always paranoid they are.
2.)I subconsciously bait people and play devil's advocate, then realize I don;t really believe the things I said.
3.) John F. Kennedy as as good as his reputation, and Richard Nixon was one of the greatest presidents ever, except for the fact that he was distilled from pure evil.
so there has definitely become a method to my madness, that is for sure. It seems every two days enough happens that it warrants blogging. Also, my job is a bit dull, and I have a hard time getting started in the morning, so blogging is a convenient way to take up time while also looking very productive (I'm a decent typer, but if i am not having to reproduce something from paper to computer, well, I can fly when I'm just writing my own thoughts.).
So if I only write after interesting stuff happens, you say, then what happened, aaron schroeder? haha, silly fools! you get nothing! for I went to sleep at 6:30 pm last night! god, it felt soooooo gooooood. I am writing more to keep up the every two days thing. i like patterns in things, they make me more comfortable because I feel I can begin to create my own rhythm around them. I am, most definitely, a creature of habit, and you can generally predict me with stunning regularity.
However, I don't think that extends to design, because as my company's vice-president can tell you, things should be in odd numbers, and never symetrical.
so i just sent off a bitchy money asking email to a bunch of people after a weekend of thoroughly enjoyable debauchery. saturday kicked ass more than friday tho, oddly enough.
guilty pleasure of the moment: robbie williams singles. the brits know what mindless soul inflected pop is and should be.
