Marty's Randomness

Originally Posted:  May 14, 2007

If I end up dying due to a cut to the top of my head here is what happened. At my new place there is this showere. It's a nice shower. A little small. You'd have a hard time with two people in there. But who's taking showers with other people? The only problem I have with the shower is the bar at the top of the door. It's too freaking low. It's not like I'm a large man either. I consider myself to be of fairly average stature. The bar is just too low. i haven't checked it, but it's probably just above eye level. The worst spot possible. Any lower I would know that I have to duck to get under it. Any higher just tipping my head down would be enough to get under it. But it's at the perfect heighth where I think tipping my head should work. It doesn't though. It's just not enough. I hit my head. It hurts too. The bar has some sharp edges. I've yet to draw blood, but I have hit it pretty hard. One of these days.

I've kind of gotten used to the bar. It's making everything worse. I haven't hit it for a while. Making me comfortable in the fact that I'm not going to hit it. One of these days I'm going to forget that I have to duck and I'm just going to walk right into it full force. Probably resulting in a hospital stay. The biggest problem with getting used to the bar is that it I look like a retard when wandering the rest of the place. I think every entrance is too low. I duck at every one now. I look like an idiot. The worst is when I get off the toilet. I think there is a bar over my head every time. There isn't. There is nothing there. But still, everytime I get up I stay hunched over. I swear I can hear laughter every time it happens. 

It is now the one week aniversary of when I moved into the new place. I have still yet to go upstairs. I've never had a reason to and I don't see me having one for quite some time. 

Is there anything quite as dissapointing as seeing a giraffe in person? They always look cool in pictures. I went to the zoo on Saturday and with it came giraffes. I saw them and my first thought was, that's a giraffe. I was so dissapointed. They are one of the stupidest animals. Their skin has these weird folds in it and they walk like retards. I took pictures of them so I would remember how much giraffes suck. Problem is that they actually look cool in the pictures. So cool in fact, that I can't wait until I get to see them again.

I also saw these monkey things fighting at the zoo. They were probably just playing, but you still have to watch just in case it's a real fight. I mean you never know. Maybe one monkey slept with the other monkey's girl. Or one monkey slept with the other monkey's sister and then never called her back. I bet monkey's have great lives. Except for the ones with AIDS.

I don't understand why some people don't like Charles Barkley.

So my little myspace tracker thing says I am in Orem when I check my own profile from the new place. Do I really live in Orem and I just don't know it? Why would it go and play with my emotions like that and say I was in Orem? I'm not. At least I don't think so. If it turns out I've really been in Orem this whole time I'm going to be pissed. If I'm in Orem I want to know when I'm there. It's worthless to be there and not know. 

How come it happens every summer? The first week of summer always sucks. Every time, without fail. But then I forget that during the first week. I remember how fun last summer was, forgetting that the first week of that summer sucked too. I think my summer is doomed. Then things start to turn around after the first week. I start to have more fun then I ever imagined. 

I finally got rid of that dumb beard. I guess it wasn't as bad as a thought it was. I'm glad it's gone though. It was so itchy and it made my face feel all dry. Not to mention the ladies. No one wants to kiss a guy with a beard. Not that I have to worry about anyone kissing me. But still. I do have to admit that there is a small part of me that misses it. A very, very, very small part. Maybe the beard will make a comeback some day.