Time is of the essence

Maybe I forgot I had a blog....deal with it....Anyway, I was recently watching Saved by the Bell, and yes I watch it because Kelly Kapowski is hot, and I saw the episode where Jesse gets addicted to pills and freaks out. Its pretty hilarious despite the fact its supposed to be a dramatic moment. In the episode she is whining that she has to take pills because she doesn't have any time. Frankly, that hooker (she plays a stripper in movies so its not offensive) has no idea what its like to never have time. I recently started an internship and I never realized how much time I did have before that. Here is how my week works now.
Monday-Thursday:
5am wakeup
5:45-1 Work
1:30-6pm internship
Friday:
Same thing as before except work goes from 5:45-4ish. No internship on Friday
Oh but wait, that's not all 5-9pm school
Saturday:
9am-4pm School (yes I take a weekend class)
Sunday:
11:15-4:30 Church and church related meetings
Throw in the fact I have homework, other church duties, and a part-time job doing yard work and maintenance at an apartment complex, I think its fair to say that Jesse Spano has no idea what its like not having any time...I deserve a nap...

48 hour kits.....for zombies!

For years my church has been telling people that they should have a 48 hour emergency kit. They have also been teaching people that they should have food storage. I have also noticed that lately TV and movies are starting to promote Zombies again. I may not be John Nash (the schizo mathematician from A Beautiful Mind) but if you put the two together, I think its obvious that really the emergency we all need to be preparing for is a zombie attack. Have you seen the movie I am legend? Sadly it was a cancer curing drug that turned everyone into freaking vampire zombie things. Having food storage does you no good, if you get bit in the neck by one of the walking dead. You might be thinking, "Eric you are crazy, there aren't going to be zombies." Well I would reply by saying you should read the bible sometime, because it basically admits there will be zombies:
Isaiah 26 :19 Thy dead men shall live, together with my dead body shall they arise. Awake and sing, ye that dwell in dust: for thy dew is as the dew of herbs, and the earth shall cast out the dead.
There it is folks, there will be zombies. So I have started preparing my emergency kit. It has the usual like flashlights and band-aids, but I have started buying whittling knives to sharpen spears and arrows, and I will soon be buying a Louisville slugger bat. The bat is really the tool need, the fact that it is a Louisville slugger is because I like flair. One day I will get a gun that doesn't shoot Nerf darts, but Rome wasn't built in a day, and neither was my Zombie survival kit

Picture that!

If learn anything about me, let it be this; I love wearing costumes and love having my picture taken. There is something fun about getting dressed up in an outfit that you would not normally wear, and its even more fun when that gets documented through photographic evidence. They say a picture says a thousand words, but I only need it to say a few: "This guy is a lot of fun....oh and check out those clothes." Maybe its a little juvenile, but its still a lot of fun. I have too many examples to post, so just check out my facebook page. It won't take you long to see what I am talking about.

Making wishes

I feel a little bad about posting this, however, I am 90% sure that other people will share my sentiments. Often times when I see some idiot driving recklessly down the street, I think to myself, "I sincerely hope I see them pulled over later." And it really is a sweet moment when I actually do see them pulled over by a cop. I realize that I often speed as well, but I am in no way whizzing through traffic like I was in a race. And so maybe, I'm not ashamed to admit, I openly wish ill upon people who drive like idiots on the road.

Caught in the act

I can't say this will be an long post. However, I do a lot of dumb stuff at work. Most of which is to keep me entertained because sitting in a desk for 8 hours is very hard for me. That being said, I end up doing a lot of dumb stuff at work. EVERY TIME I start doing something weird, like shooting Nerf darts at people or riding my chair around the call floor, the project manager mysteriously appears out of no where. I guess its embarrassing. I don't plan on stopping, but really, it is uncanny how often he catches me doing something. Although, the odds are in his favor or turning the corner and seeing me playing around.

Dollar store is sketchy

I absolutely could not think of a more clever title for this blog post. It's much harder than you think. But sticking with the theme of the dollar store, I actually intend on talking about the dollar store. I also intend to see how many times I can say "dollar store" before people get upset and realize I should use more pronouns in my creative writing. However, today I went to the dollar store. I volunteered to buy some dollar store toys to give to kids in the hospital. I know, I am awesome. However, while parking in the parking lot I realized something; the dollar store scares me somewhat. If it was the brightest part of the day, I probably wouldn't have cared so much, but something about pulling up to a sketchy store, in a sketchy building just makes a grown man question his ability to defend himself if needed. Lets be honest, its not like the dollar store is going to have security cameras around to catch any mischief that may happen. And why should they, everything in that store is worth A DOLLAR. Not a lot of high end merchandise in that store. The fact that there is only 2 registers for the whole store should let you know at any point, how much traffic they expect. So like a said, the dollar store scares me. I think I even caught rocky mountain fever for just wandering in there.
Dollar store mentions: 8 (not including the title or this summary line)

Oh whats in a name?

I have sadly gotten into a habit of blog stalking. Its amazing to me how much time some people put into making their blog's neat. They have all sorts of graphics, different music playing, and crazy fonts. Good for them. I don't get it. I have been running this blog for a while and frankly I just use it as a way to spat out whatever is on my mind. Its a lazy mans journal really. And in all honesty, I don't get the word "Blog" itself. Its a weird word. Who came up with it? It sounds like a noise I would make when pretending to throw up. (At this point you have thought about throwing up and saying "blog" while doing it....you are welcome for that mental image)