Brian the Balloon Savior

I'm in an odd mood. well, trapped with odd thoughts is more accurate. not bad or depressing ones, just interestingly odd. funny too, if i look at them right. it's almost made me forget about the sign i'm waiting for about my dream. i'm glad, really, because its stopped me from obsessing. (although, really, only friday at work will tell if i've truly stopped obsessing about it, but i think i actually have this time) but these thoughts are so extremely odd...i don't think i'll obsess over them though, because there's no way they could possibly be true. well, i say that, but i don't really know. it would just be too strange if they did...and, of course, if i thought they could actually happen, i would be able to obsess over them.

wow...i was able to go on for quite a while without revealing what i was on about, wasn't i? hmm. fancy that. (and no, i'm not telling. i know this will aggravate at least one person *coughphylcough*, but trust me, you'll know if it happens...especially if it happens in its completest strangest form)

and i've just thought of something. i've mentioned before, i think, how other people being sad makes me sad? (oh yeah, i did, that was my karaoke post, anywya). a lot of the reason thats true, i think, is i want to make the other person feel better. i was rereading a story this morning (i was going to be cool and turn the word story into a link, but i can only do that at school because my home computers stupid. point being, here be the link: http://www.thedarkarts.org/authors/dzeytoun/DF17.html) and its from the point of view of an older brother, and it talks about how he feels like he always has to make things better, because thats part of being a good big brother, and a good son. i don't feel like its my Responsibility to make people feel better, but i could definitely relate to him, because i feel a lot better knowing that i've made someone else feel better.

i'm also really wondering how someone is feeling, but they're not talking to me much. and now that i've actually written that sentence down, i see how ironic this is. okay, i'll stop being nonsensical and start talking about things people outside my head can understand now.

today was an interesting day at work. our foodstamp machines were down all day. the guy fixed them about three times, and they still werent working. such lovely technology we have at our kroger. i finally got smart though and put a sign on my machine, about an hour before the front office people got the bright idea of putting bags over the machines, the way they do when a single machine isn't working. ingenious, i tell you. (note: this was done at 6:30 pm- as far as i know, they hadn't been working all day, at least not after 2 pm). and brian got to rescue some balloons that got trapped on the ceiling with a long pole with tape on the end. i don't know why, but i found that amusing. odd sense of humor, i have.

oh, and something really funny happened on house tonight (the only tv show i follow that has not been disrupted due to march madness. hmmph). it was in the clinic, and there was a baby brother sitting on his older brothers lap (older bro was babysitting while parents were away). baby bro was crying and screaming and not breathing right, house figures out he has something stuck in his nose, pulls out a tiny figurine of a police officer. a while later we come back to the clinic, they're there again. this time, house pulls a firefighter out of baby bro's nose. a while later, they're in the clinic a third time. this time house pulls a firetruck out of his nose and sets it on the counter next to the police and fire fighter. house looks at them sitting there together, has an aha moment, takes a magnet to baby bro's nose, and pulls out...a tiny metal cat figurine. baby bro sent the police, firefighter, and the firetruck up to rescue the cat.

i thought it was extremely funny.


Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have forgotten how to fly.