Not Sad to See August Go
Mood:  not sure
Now Playing: NASCAR Nextel Cup Race
August was a long month, and it sucked. Badly. I haven’t been to work since the end of July because of my foot. It got really swollen because of all that standing in not-so-supportive shoes. The, when I finally got my doctor’s note, it still wasn’t good. Even in tennis shoes it was still too little too late. And I kind of fell out with my manager. Just because she wants to stay in the store and never go home doesn’t mean the same holds true for everyone else. Plus, she made everyone else leave. Any time we got a new person, they would never last more than 6-8 weeks.

I’m desperately seeking a job where I can sit down for most of the day, but nothing is really coming through. And it sucks so much that there are people out there that I’m more skilled at with certain things, they stayed in school, and somehow got that piece of paper and can get the jobs. And get more money for it, as well. But that’s life, and it’s inappropriately unfair.

Another crappy thing that happened is my step-dad got sick. He has an irregular heart beat, but that turned out to be just his thing. But now he’s got some dodgy blood work, and they have to set up a doctor’s appointment about that on Tuesday. What was really terrible was that his sister passed away last late Wednesday night/early Thursday morning. She was so sweet too, but she had been sick for so long. She was on dialysis for seven years, and the recommended length of time for that is only five years. Usually they hope that most people can get a new kidney before the five years is up.

I guess the only bright spot was my birthday just passed. Whatever. I don’t even really care anymore. It just doesn’t mean anything to me. After 21, it just doesn’t seem like a big deal anymore. Their really aren’t anymore milestones to hit until 30. But then you’re just old. It was a very subdued affair. Parents promised to make it up with something better, but to be honest, that night, I would have been happy with some crab legs, watching the race. Tony didn’t do so well, but he’s doing much better tonight.

Still, what I wouldn’t give to relive last year. It was so amazing. And so incredibly unbelievable that I got the one thing I had wanted so badly. I got to see Ben. It was a real treat. I can only hope for more experiences like that. I guess this year, since I didn’t really want anything, I just didn’t care. I usually get at least a little excited but it was so, lackluster this year. And it’s a bit funny, since I didn’t pimp my birthday this year, only one of my “friends” remembered. I wasn’t really surprised, but rather disappointed. In two people. My brother and Marcus. How’s that for a blow? My own brother. I know that he’s poor and all, and if he’s buys a card, he never mails it, but I usually get a card or something. And Marcus, well, he sent a text-message yesterday. On his birthday. He must have just realized that it just passed, but probably didn’t remember what day. It’s only one week, exactly, before his. Lisa, by the by, was the one who remembered. She called four days early, but she still remembered. She called twice today, but I didn’t really feel like talking. Once at 5: something and once at 9: something. I’m not exactly sure what she wanted, but it had better not had anything to do with the next subject I’ about to tackle.

Mr. Roethlisberger. He just can’t seem to get it together. He seems to be his own worst enemy. My poor baby. It’s not a serious as the motorcycle accident, but once again he’s back in hospital. It sucked so much; I had just finished watching about 4-5 hours of Law and Order when I turned to NBC to watch some of the pre-race show, and they announced that Ben had undergone an emergency appendectomy. Luckily, his appendix didn’t burst, but man, he’s had an awful summer. And I had such high hopes for him this season. He was performing so well during the preseason, but in all honesty, I really don’t want him on the field until the fifth week. He can sit out the first three games, then we have our off week, then hopefully he’ll be fit enough to play against the Chargers on October 8. The rabid Steelers fan in me is thinking though that if we do that we could go 0-3. It really does depend on everyone else though. I mean, if Charlie doesn’t turn the ball over (much) and the defense really comes through, we could defeat the Dolphins, who might not even be as good as the media wants them to be. But I kind of want them to be good so they can overtake the Patriots in their division. Then the Jaguars always play us tough. Even though they swear they really beat us last year when Ben was out with his knee injury and we had Tommy Maddox (ugh) in. Turnover Tommy? Please, he gave that game away. Then we play the Bungles. And I am very sick of them. Now, Carson Palmer has looked awesome in the preseason, so there’s cause for worry, but we’ll have to see. But I’m sure that game could get ugly and they will show up to play. All I’m saying is that before our bye week, in best case scenario, we could go 1-2, if we’re 2-1, it would be phenomenal, but in the highly unlikely case of 3-0, then the Bungles really suck..

Oh well, I guess that will be it for me. I meant to update at some point last month, but we’ve had a hell of a time.

Get well, Ben. You seem to be your own worst enemy. I’d love to be the one who could save you.

I find him very sexiful!

I’m phasing.

P.S. My computer blows. If I ever get a new one, I'm setting this one on fire. Bloody spyware.