Not Your Average Jane

I've got a headache... Not like a migraine or anything but one of those persistent right behind one eye headache that just nags at you and won't go away no matter what you do.... It sucks. I can't really read a book, or watch a movie (I rented Team America and A Fond Kiss and I can't watch either cuz of this damn headache...). So I have my TV on Comedy Central... Mind of Mencia is on in a few and South Park is on now... Why are people surprised to find out that I like South Park? I don't know... Maybe cuz its not really a girly thing to do... But then when did I claim to be a girly girl? I like idiotic humor (hell I like all humor) and I like sports. BFD.
So I got a phone call today from the Parish School... I have an interview for a teachers assistant job on Friday.... Only bad thing is... The interviews at 930 in the morning off the Beltway (Hammerly and Brittmore to be exact), so I ..... Wait a sec... I'm going to be going against traffic so it shouldn't be that bad.... Still its about 20 minutes away... Not too bad... Hopefully something comes of it.... Cuz being broke sucks worse than a hoover....
Mom gets home Friday... I think.... She said she'd be back in town Friday but I think she may stay over at Johns if they get back late in the evening... Late for her being 8 ish... :)
So I washed the car tonight... Like went to Target got the soap and stuff and did it myself... Took like half an hour and I did almost everything but the inside and the windows... And then it rained. What the hell?
I may do it again tomorrow out of sheer boredom and the fact I think I have more than enough dirt on it for another 2 or 3 washes....
Boys.... Can I just have em all? And why hasn't Brown Bagger called me back? I text him last night and I still don't have an answer.... Hopefully tomorrow night his hot friend will be at the Firehouse... I've also though a lot about this last weekend... I had a lot of what ifs and stuff.... But there's nothing I can do about that now i know... Its just nice to think about....
A friend I hadn't talked to in a while (also an old crush) called me tonight... We talked for a while, caught up and all that good jazz.... But I got off the phone and I realized something... (aside from the fact I seem to be realizing a lot of tonight) My heart was pounding and my stomach had butterflies and my palms were sweaty.... Like I was nervous talking to him.... And I'm not... And I don't know why this happened with him of all people... I'm not attracted to him, we have very little in common, yet we're still friends somehow... He's not the easiest person to talk to and we never get to hang out anymore... So what the heck is going on here?
I went to Kay's last night and found out Dub hurt himself so the songwriters thing was canceled.... But Cory and Kyle (I still say he looks like Colin Farrell) still did their thing... I left early to go to Kemah to meet the boys... We stayed up late talking and stuff and I came home at like 7 this morning and fell into bed till about 11 when the girls came over... Of course they thought I was merely lazy not that I'd only had 5 hours of sleep... Ah, what they don't know.... Won't hurt them but its killing me.... (I love Aaron Watson.... :) )
Also I got an Ingram Hill CD at Target... I'd heard a couple of songs in Sean's car and it was only 8 $'s... Not bad... They remind me of Matchbox 20 or 3 Doors Down... I still want to get the Offspring Greatest Hits, but that'll have to wait.... MUST FIND JOB FIRST. :)
There's something I've realized lately... In doing nothing but Texas music stuff... Galley, shows, CDs, in the car, on the IPOD, etc.... I've kind of ODed on it... Like I'm still going to a few shows (mainly Tuesdays at Kay's and Thursdays at the Firehouse), this weekend I may go to the sidecar Friday and Firehouse Saturday, but I'm realizing I've been neglecting part of myself... Part of my soul... I've come to figure that out here lately.... I used to listen to punk all the time, 24/7/365 and I sort of drifted away from that into Texas music.... Which isn't a bad thing, I just went full throttle from one to the other... I need to find some balance between the 2 so my soul will be at peace... Like going to the river and stuff... I would really rather go to the beach... Feel the sand between my toes... Get sand in all the annoying places you don't like it and tar too... Those things are comforting to me... I don't know why.... Its like I know the dangers there and I've got good memories there... The river... Not so much... Every time I've gone toobing something bad has happened... So my association with the river... Not so good... The lake's aight... But I just love going to the beach... I used to joke I could never leave Houston cuz its so close to everything... I'm an hour from the beach, an hour from the coast, a couple of hours from Austin, the live music capital of the world, and my immediate family is all here.... (though in a few weeks, La's gonna be in Baton Rouge...) I've been thinking... (dangerous I know) maybe I don't ever want to leave Houston.... I don't know... I grew up here, its home and I know my way around (for the most part).... Its just me rambling at this point... My photobucket has been updated with pics of the Trailers at the Surf Club and pics from River Jam last weekend.... http://photobucket.com/albums/v416/alibob78/
Sean told me I should say something that sounded all deep and intellectual... So here it is.... Which came first the chicken or the egg?
If Sally really does sell seashells by the seashore, then does that mean she gathers them too? And when Jack jumped over the candle stick did the fire burn his ass or did he jump high enough he couldn't feel it? Or perhaps he had such a rush of adrenaline or endorphines that he couldn't feel anything? Are God, Allah, and Buddha all the same being, just in different faiths? Thats enough depth for now I think....
I'm outtie... laters.

posted by Ali @ 11:22 PM