The fellas over at www.pointlesswasteoftime.com always have something interesting to say. The weird thing is that even though the articles are wildly profane (in a manner that I find absolutely hilarious), I think they’re full of unconventional wisdom. This is their latest article.
I called my cell phone number last night, and somebody picked up. He claimed to have bought the phone from ’some guy on the street’. I told him I’d meet him at a local target store, to buy it back for $80. He said ‘OK’, and after I hung up, I called the police department, who said they’d have someone there to show up as soon as I started talking to this guy. I was pleased – I was going to get my phone back and hopefully send some bastard to jail. Unforunately, he didn’t show up.
If you like board games, Settlers of Catan is very excellent. It seems rather complicated at first, but once you’ve played one game it is pretty simple, makes sense, and is very entertaining.
I screwed up my car yesterday, backing out of the parking lot of the games store. I turned too tightly, and the bumper scraped against some plastic panneling on the base of my car. It was falling off the bottom. I got out and my friend helped smack it back into place. When I got back to school, I used some duct tape to put it back together. You can see duct tape on the rear passenger side of my car now. Not a lot, but it’s noticable. I was feeling pretty crummy about this, untill I remembered something Anneliese told me once. I was telling her how I bought a new shirt for St. Patrick’s day, and had a little line on it, where it was folded. It had been sitting in the store so long that the fold line was somehow slightly bleached into the shirt. She told me she liked it, because the little imperfections in things give them character and make them more lovable. I decided that instead of fretting about how my car had a little duct tape on the side of it, I should be pleased, because now my car has character. Whenever I see that little spot, I will think of my days in California and smile.
It’s all about the attiude, I suppose. I look forward to seeing Anneliese when I get home.