Day In the Life of a Googamook

2003-09-10T13:35:00.000-07:00

Well for all of you who actually read my blog, I am transferring it to Live Journal, so that everyone can comment at will. So no further entries will be posted here. The new link is:
www.livejournal.com/users/googamook

2003-09-04T12:24:00.000-07:00

Some people call it growing up, becoming an adult or toss out the overly used phrase, “ Welcome to the Real World.” As far as I’m concerned, growing up sucks.
I loved long summers spent riding my bike, reading on the front lawn and the huge water fights with my friends. Then eventually, you realize that there is a drought, and a squirt gun is a waste of water. Responsibility kicks in and there are no more water fights.
Whenever my mom bought a new box of cereal, there would be a race to be the first one to find the toy in the bottom. Once you leave your parents’ safe dome of existence, you’re lucky if there IS a box of cereal at all.
My younger sister is moving from the parental nest into the scary world of independence on Saturday. Having been on my own for almost two years, I know some of the challenges that will hit her. I’m a teeny bit worried, but at the same time excited for her. One thing’s for sure, she will always have at least a box of cereal, even if I have to bring her one myself.

2003-08-27T18:35:00.000-07:00

So here's a thought: We have the technology to make a cell phone ring sound like any song in the entire world...why can't they do the same with dentist drills? (From a conversation with Tom)

2003-08-27T08:45:00.000-07:00

I have been testing my sphere of influence lately. Back a few months ago my brother and I discovered that one of the most common typos is transposing THE to TEH...and so jokingly we started deliberately typing TEH when we meant THE. It sort of evolved into our actual spoken speech and so I have been testing it on people who don't know what it means and it is surprising how many people have added it to their vocabulary without even inquiring as to its origin. I have five people so far that say it on a regular basis...and counting. Heh.

2003-08-19T10:33:00.000-07:00

Back to the coffee etiquette situation...this morning Megan & I were heading back to the office from our morning Starbucks run, and took our customary detour through the parking garage to avoid being spotted by the coffee lady. Well when we got the the elevators, the one that came to get us was the one CLOSEST to her little stand...so with great fear and trembling we entered, hoping the elevator wouldn't stop on her floor...ding! It stopped. Quickly we pressed ourselves against the side, hoping she wouldn't look in or if she did that we would be out of sight. Well um, we weren't out of sight, and she did look in and it was the most horrible ackward moment EVER as she took in our two starbucks cups, the fact that we were attempting to HIDE while in plain sight...oh it was humiliation at its finest. I can never look her in the eye again now.

2003-07-31T09:25:00.000-07:00

Wednesday nights are movie night with my sister and my mommy...so last night we were watching some crazy movie with some lame love story plot line and the movie was just BEGGING to be made fun of...so there was this one scene where the guy is sleeping and all his sheep are hanging out in the field, and the sheepherding dog turns *BAD* and decides to herd all the sheep off this cliff into the ocean...so there are these sheep cascading gracefully off this precipice, bouncing off rocks and scattered neatly on the beach below. So now, when I'm having trouble sleeping, instead of counting sheep leaping over a fence, I'm going to count sheep falling off a cliff.

2003-07-30T10:31:00.000-07:00

This is a question of coffee etiquette...
A few weeks ago, a nice little lady opened up a coffee stand in the lobby of our building. And of course, being the open-minded people we are, Megan & I gave her tasty hot beverages a fair try...however she burned the espresso and all being said, we were not impressed. So we continue to take our business to Starbucks. BUT we feel bad about walking by her coffee cart with our trendy Starbucks cups...so we take the long way around, going in through the parking garage instead. Now...is that drastic, considerate or just plain unnecessary. Any good business person recognizes the competition and does what they can to offer a better product...would we be actually HELPING her by proudly flaunting our Starbucks preference??

2003-07-28T10:32:00.000-07:00

Here is the update on the stolen car stereo situation. Since it happened on a weekend in our company's secure parking garage, with access only by a key card, that was suspicious enough that we were second guessing how the thief had entry to the garage. Then the following Monday, my co-worker Jessica said she saw some guy running away from it on Sunday when she pulled into the garage. So with that information, we had enough evidence to turn it into the police and the building's security staff. I waited and waited for word...and today I get a call. They found out who did it. But he can't be interrogated or charged because he shot himself in the head. And now he is in the hospital and will probably have to go to a mental home. Apparently he had been having trouble the whole year he worked for the cleaning company, his wife left him and he went to Dallas to convince her to come back and when she wouldn't, he bought a gun with the money she gave him to come back to Colorado. Kind of a crazy finale for something like a stolen stereo...you don't usually get the other side of the story.

2003-07-02T15:56:00.000-07:00

I am so glad my pillow doesn't have a life. Can you imagine if you came home and wanted to sleep but your pillow was out clubbin'...some nights you wouldn't get to bed til 2 or 3 !

2003-07-02T12:45:00.000-07:00

Nobody likes to work on the weekend. Its really never something that you wake up first thing on one of your 2 weekend days and go OOH I get to go back to work a day early ! Well that was me on Sunday, we had to put in some overtime hours for the end of the accounting month and to compensate for the holiday. So off I went, arriving about 9, prepared to spend a good 6 hours at least there. Around 11, my boss & other co-workers showed up, cranberry vodka & orange juice in hand. So the 4 of us, screwdrivers close to our left hands, stacks of paper to our right, got right to work. Around 3, everyone decided they had done enough, and left me to finish everything up. At about 3:30, I hopped on the elevator, walked to my car, and my first clue was the door was unlocked. I always lock my doors. Sat down in the drivers seat...ah. My Kenwood CD player/satellite radio deck had been kindly " uninstalled " and removed from my car. Aggravation, tears, police reports & phone calls later, I drove home, music-less, with wind noise from my bent door and torn window insulation. This was like the lowest of low blows, music to me is my medicine. The anti-dote or supplement to any emotion. IF I CATCH WHO DID IT THEY WILL BE AT MY MERCY!

2003-06-27T19:46:00.000-07:00

I think the car blinker of the future is blinking readable signs, instead of the traditional signal light. That way you could communicate your needs more effectively to fellow drivers. " Could I please eek into your lane? I'm not tailing you, just drive faster. Could you please get the F*** out of the fast lane? " I think road rage levels would decrease, because everyone would understand eachother.

2003-06-27T09:32:00.000-07:00

Its funny the ways your body tries to justify sleeping more when you are supposed to be getting up for work. Like yesterday morning...I have a stereo and I set it to play a CD to wake me up, well the CD had been playing for like 20 minutes and I still was groggy and snuffling around trying to stay asleep, and my reasoning was, 'I can't get up before the CD is over...thats like leaving in the middle of a concert.'

2003-06-23T15:47:00.000-07:00

Today is muh birthday ! Yup I am the big 22. Just think next year I will be 23 on the 23rd. That's the only time that'll happen. This morning started out interestingly...I had an extensive talk with my friend Gabe's socks. The ironic part about that being that Gabe got shipped off to Liberia and I haven't heard from him in a while, so to talk to his socks was disconcerting at best. That was followed by a little talk with my friend Cory calling to wish me a happy birthday who I then realized I haven't seen in 4 years. That made me feel very old and like a not-so-good friend. Then I got to wondering what I would wish for if birthday wishes really did come true and I decided I would like to be superman, because that would be the coolest job ever, you could swoop out of no where and rescue people from harm's way, it would have endless job satisfaction and every day would be different. Plus every citizen would love you cuz you would have saved their life at some point, so a satisfactory relationship would be um-CAKE !

2003-06-17T11:10:00.000-07:00

Lately I have been having these crazy dreams about ideas for what I should post on my blog, which seem like a fantastic idea til I wake up and realize how crazy they are. Like the other night when I was dreaming, I was like " OOOH I wish spiders were made out of metal, then you could just bend their legs and they couldn't chase you ! " And then I woke up and was like what was I supposed to put on my blog.....oh that.

2003-06-17T11:08:00.000-07:00

I was reading the news article about the Harry Potter books getting stolen, and I was curious if there is a number one most stolen book in the world...well in my preliminary research, I found an interesting fact. The Guiness World Book of Records holds the record for being the most commonly stolen book from public libraries.

2003-05-15T09:34:00.000-07:00

Lately some amazing movies have come out, Xmen2...The Matrix Reloaded, and I have been shocked to find out there are some of my friends who do NOT like these types of movies at all. I was thinking about it, and I wonder if its more than just " personal movie preference. " I COULD be wrong, but I have started to see a pattern. It seems like the types of personalities who shy away from the surreal or mindtwisting are the type of people who are cautious of the unknown, comfortable within the bounds of their existence, and aren't necessarily reaching for the unattainable in their lives. These are also the type of people who tend to dismiss unexplainable happenings such as the MIRROR with a cryptic reply and they feel out of their element in such discussions.

2003-05-15T09:08:00.000-07:00

On the subject of mirrors, do you realize that 90% of the time, when you look at yourself its in the mirror? So you figure you don't really know exactly what you look like, considering everything is backwards. So does that mean that if you think your hair looks good parted on say the left side you should actually part it on the right?

2003-05-15T09:04:00.000-07:00

So I took a shower the other day, and when I got out, I looked at the mirror and FREAKED out because there was writing on the mirror just like in the horror movies. And no one was home besides me. And it wasn't writing traced in the condensation, it was outlines on the dry mirror because it hadnt condensed. Well I looked closely at the mirror to try and read what it said and all I could read was " Sometimes I.." And there were 2 words following it but I have no idea what they say or who wrote it. Weird eh.

2003-05-06T08:34:00.000-07:00

I think its so funny when you get those chain emails where they say if you don't forward it to like 10 people your good luck will be broken. I'm like HAHAHAHAHAHA YEAH DO IT BREAK MY STRING OF GOOD LUCK! Cuz there ISN'T ONE ! ! !

2003-04-29T11:18:00.000-07:00

7 am
the garbage truck beeps as it backs up
and I start my day thinking about what I’ve thrown away
could I push rewind?
all the credits rolled in signifying the end
but I missed the best part
could we please go back to the start?
11 am
by now you would think that I would be up
but my bed sheets shade the heated choices I made
what did I find?
I never thought I could want someone so much
cause now you're not here
could we please go back to the start...

2003-04-04T14:33:00.000-08:00

Usually when I write a song, I just start thinking of lyrics in my head, and a song pops out. Last night it happened in a reverse fashion, I thought of a song title and what I want the song to be about, but I still don't have lyrics.

2003-04-04T14:28:00.000-08:00

Lately I have been sort of in a slump, thinking about all the things that I thought would have achieved by the age of 21, and haven't. Even just some of the things I thought I would have done by now this year, and didn't do. That quickly revereted to the mentality where you start grasping at time, and you see it slinking through your fingers like wet spaghetti. Ultimately I think the solution is to work less, live more...but I'm still trying to figure out how that equation applies to reality. I'll let you know.

2003-02-25T10:51:00.000-08:00

Last night when I was leaving school, after spending over 3 hours working on my midterm, I stepped out into the parking lot and the pavement was sparkling. I was trying to figure out why, because it wasn't frost, and it wasn't snow...I thought I had worked on my project too long, because when I looked up the air was sparkling too. Upon standing stark still in baffled amazement, I discovered it was snowing, but I'm not sure you could call it that, it was the most tiny little ice crystal flakes imaginable, like glitter. I have never seen anything like it.

2003-02-18T13:38:00.000-08:00

I wish I could talk to the person who came up with the term " cool. "
The phrase used to very casually accept or commend any event, statement,
or activity. It is a word almost devoid of emotion, for when someone
greets your announcement with " cool, " you have no idea how exciting
they really find this. So I have provided some " cool " substitutes.
OUTSTANDING-(enthusiastic COOL)
EXCELLENT WORK-(corporate cool, ie when a co worker shows you something they want you to approve of)
COMMENDABLE-(when the person seeking approval accomplished it themselves)
AMAZING-(when the object being viewed neither party can take credit for)
And I'm done.

2003-02-13T13:17:00.000-08:00

I have been polling my friends, trying to get together a list of the books each person would consider the best they have ever read. The results have been interesting. So far I have:
The Glass Bead Game, by Herman Hesse
Thin Grey Line, by Derek Blundell
Ishmael, by Daniel Quinn
The Tipping Point: How Little Things Can Make a Big Difference, by Malcolm Gladwell
The Notebook-Nicholas Sparks
Jitterbug Perfume-Tom Robbins
Tuesdays With Morrie-Mitch Albom

2003-02-12T11:16:00.000-08:00

On the home page of yahoo, it states: " Let Kraft help you fan the flames of romance this Valentine's Day. " Am I the only one who immediately thinks of macaroni & cheese when they read that?

2003-02-11T08:11:00.000-08:00

Today I have been thinking about food. First of all, why do Digornio pizza's ALWAYS burn the roof of your mouth no matter how long you let them cool? Second of all, any of you who can get your hands on Promise Land milk, it is a gift from heaven. They have banana, strawberry, vanilla, chocolate-it is dangerously good. I also think Dots make a better breakfast then say oatmeal, (I didn't say more nutritious, I just said better.

2003-02-10T15:45:00.000-08:00

Well would you look at that, it's been a week to the day since I've updated my blog. I know all of you have been DYING for me to post something more. Here's is how much I've slacked this past week: Typically I have class on Thursday nights, with homework due the same day. Well I left work on Wednesday at about 2, after emailing my instructor telling her I hadn't done my homework and wasn't going to class. And left work without waiting to hear back from her. I then met up with a good friend who was in town and we partied the night away and went snowboarding all day Thursday. Showed up at work on Friday, and I did not do a single thing all day Friday. Then the weekend hits...I blew off another engagement Saturday night to hang out with the out of town wonder friend and blew off a reunion party for my trip to Australia on Sunday, to hang out with same out of town friend. And now I am here at work on Monday, after spending nearly half of the afternoon taking out of town friend to the airport. Let's put it this way, I left at 1 and came back at 4. And now is time for the vote...am I a slacker!?

2003-02-03T11:17:00.000-08:00

Guess what guess what ! ! ! There still is the occasional random stranger who DOES care about your well being! ! ! Yesterday my wallet managed to hop out of my car at the ATM, possibly hoping to restock its hollow insides with cash, and I drove away without noticing its absence. Someone actually found it, and instead of racking up millions of dollars on my credit card, actually CALLED the number on the drivers license, and gave it back! !

2003-02-03T10:33:00.000-08:00

Mondays are good days to think about all the things that you SHOULD have done over the weekend instead of all the NOTHING that you DID do.

2003-01-30T13:43:00.000-08:00

Yesterday I was walking down the 16th St Mall for lunch, and noticed a very old gray hatchback car with 6 Barbie heads glued to the bumper, strategically glaring down any driver who would dare follow too close, several of them had their faces covered with frightening war paint. Somewhat...absurd.

2003-01-27T09:10:00.000-08:00

It wasn't a dark and stormy night, but it should
have been. Bob was alone in the apartment laundry
room, when the lights flickered and suddenly there was
the shadow of a person in the doorway.
"Ah Bob, we meet again," the sillouette intoned
darkly, "but this time on MY terms."
Bob's heart pounded and his mind raced as he
recognized his old arch-nemesis. The stranger stepped
into the light revealing his Maytag uniform.
"You have been foolish Bob. There is one here to
protect you now," the repairman announced coldy. Bob
gurgled as the man took a step closer. "Hiding back
there won't help you, Bob, there is no escape."
Lightning flashed and Bob looked around frantically
as the stranger placed two enormous hands to either
side of him. Slowly the Maytag man lifted Bob above
the swirling washing machine.
"Damnit Bob," he screamed, bubbles of madness
spurting from the corners of his lips, "all my hopes
you've ruined! All my dreams dashed to pieces on the
cold hard earth! For this," he moved his face very
close to Bob and in a tiny whisper added, "you will
die."
With an evil laugh the repairman tipped the
contents of the bowl in the frothing water. The sand,
water, plastic castle, and the squirming body of Bob
the goldfish tumbled down never to be seen again.
By Erik Brison

2003-01-27T09:09:00.000-08:00

Over the weekend, I visited my friend Annie to get a taste of her college life, and these are the things I came away with.
1. Dorm beds are NOT particularly comfortable.
2. It is not uncommon to see people drinking beer out of blenders, pitchers or milk jugs.
3. No one knows how to turn off their alarms in the morning.
4. The person above you never sleeps, and is very clumsy, which you would only know from the amount of things they drop on the floor, most noticable between the hours of 3-7 am.

2003-01-22T08:19:00.000-08:00

So this morning as I footed it from where I park my car to work through the bitter wind and blowing snow, I didn't realize how apparently unequipped I was for the weather, until a homeless man on crutches took one look at me and said, " Girl, where is your HAT. "

2003-01-21T15:39:00.000-08:00

Here is something I wrote today in response to hearing on the news that another beautiful young lady with a promising future has disappeared without a trace....

What gives you the right to walk into someone’s life and take away the joy and leave nothing but pain and disappear into the night, never giving them a chance to fight, never acknowledging the desire to survive.
What gives you the right to do as you like, to desecrate and violate, what goes on in your mind. If I had some insight, or if you could shed some light into the crevices of your sordid soul, there’s something that I want to know.
Do the faces, the voices, the scream that pierces through the denying eyes of a father as his daughter’s body lies in a casket on a dark and hopeless night rerun over and over through your worthless life.
I hope you do and I hope when you die you think of all the people you made cry and all the hearts you made run dry without hope cuz they knew their child was never coming back alive.

By Kara Kuenning
January 21, 2003

Dedicated to Lacy Miller

2003-01-21T15:24:00.000-08:00

1/21/03
Well here it is, as urged by my friend Matt-bot, I have created a blog, because I have been informed the bloggers of the world live and prosper but if you don't have a blog, you may get forgotten. Personally I would rather be a bloglet, but those don't seem to exist.