fright night

WHO invited the corny title?? go. away.

REAL TITLE: man with the severe burns and a fancy for wolverine-looking metal claws- that's freddy: musings of a scaredy cat- that's me.

quick question, you think freddy kreuger would most likely hide under the bed or in a closet? just a question. nothing big.

oh did i mention that i'm home alone tonight? i just watched nightmare on elm street earlier today. good movie. bloody. not too much. disturbing yeah. as it seems, it's pretty much enough to snatch that insomnia out of me tonight.

freddy kreuger. i never paid attention to any of the other movies he was in. just like not giving squat about saw i, ii, iii, iv. v? i don't even know. slasher movies are awesome but are not quite my movie inclination most of the time. eh well. they're cool and all but after a while they just tell the recurring tale- something about revenge, something about what happened in the past, something about secrets revealing themselves. *yawn. needs more horror. but really, who knows horror?

time for some ice cream.

untitled. til i noticed. just now. weird.

i think it's time i talked like a book ate me and then threw up of me. again. like i used to. uh.

i haven't been writing anything that's not "not" productive lately. and i am bragging about it, lo and behold. in fact this entry is, as i would brand it just now, the most insultingly unproductive piece of writing that i have had in weeks. likewise, it might also still be so until a considerable amount of time until i get back to thinking nonsense at least.

i've been doing a lot of official human resources business lately as i am part of one giant oven with a number unbaked pies of pitiful stacks of printed material that tasted like awful ink. printer ink flavor was never one of my favorites. i have been revising manuals that gathered so much dirt in one corner of the oven that even if war broke nearby, the fortress of cobwebs and asthma-triggering dust would be too darn strong that the old ill-grammared and infinitely unedited fluffs of sentences would be left perfectly unharmed and still.. ill-grammared, infinitely unedited and by that time after, slightly crumpled and toasted but warmly shaken and seasoned with filth powder.

those revisions piled up on one side like millions of oversized flesh eating crabs that crawl, pinch and pull all contenders down to their dooms. translation: i had to fix those manuals fast. i only had 150 hours to make this department a little better than i first saw it.

and voila! it's done. yup, one-hundred and fifty hours of pure goof off plus a little work. i cant believe people actually take this ojt stuff seriously. i mean, holy crap, i was just putting "enough effort to get by" on mine really but i was earning loads of attention and doing so much for my site. that is, according to them. i'm not saying i worked in mediocrity and brushed this thing aside when i can, i did like my site, in fact, i was really comfortable in it, i just didn't particularly quote-end quote ENJOY the concept of office work but i did make the best out of those 15 days- i had a lot of things done. fixed. revised. changed.

i've heard of some of my classmates killing over pathetic stacks of reading and mountains of data junk. i've heard of super strict time cards. of mean customers. of unreasonable workload. oh man. i am not in the mood.

this has been the summerclass-long report of my life. it's much longer in my required journals. don't ask. i'm now officially a bum.

and sign out.