Needles and Carpentry

Well, I worked once more today outside which was quite enjoyable. I layed twenty bails of needles down in a yard before I left, but it only took 4 hours. In the process, I mannaged to fall on a cactus and get stabbed an inch deep in my leg by a needle! It hurt and I wanted to cuss at that cactus, but it would have been to no avail. Cacti have no ears. Anyways, after that I went with my mom to take some stuff over to my uncle's house for my sister's wedding reception. Man, this wedding is crazy! What will we do with ourselves when it is all over I should wonder? The closer and closer this thing gets, the more freaked out I am about the whole concept. I mean my sister went and got her marriage license today! Why am I so worried? It's not that big of a deal. I'm just too nostalgic I think. But I have been introduced to many a pondery during these times, the most prominent of which would be the desire to marry a woman who does not want an elaborate wedding. I am convinced that the process of getting married does not have to be a hell, but more of a pleasant relaxed formality of sorts. I have a feeling, however, that most women would disagree with me which is one more reason why... I just don't understand.

So my right fist looks like I punched a kid with braces right now. Why? Because I had a non-fight related accident today while working in my dad's shop. I was building a Ghanaian chair that I had seen in the market place and while I was moving a huge air compressor for a nail gun, a cabinet door caught my right ring finger knuckle. This is the second scar I have acquired in the past two years on my right hand. They aren't even an inch appart. The other one I got at work last year moving a mop bucket. Of course I don't tell anyone that I got it moving a mop bucket. That's lame. Instead I tell everyone that I got it in a bar fight in New Orleans in attempts to save a puppy and a kitten tied to the back of a roadster's motorcycle. Have I been to New Orleans? Have I been in a bar fight? Would I ever attempt to save a kitten? The answer to all of these is of course "No", but it sounds a whole lot cooler than "mop bucket". The chair, however, is a huge success. I could totally make more and then sell them on e-bay, but I'm to lazy to do either. Guess I'll just have to sit here and sulk about it.

Honestly though, I'm waiting for a phone call. I don't really have much to do tonight and I'm supposed to meet with a friend to give them some stuff I got while in Africa. There's a good possibility that they've forgotten, but whatever. I'll be able to find something to do tonight I'm sure. I mean last night I went to Barns and Nobles and read poetry because I'm a magnanimous nerd. I shant do that tonight though because I don't want to be labled with the title of a "regular" at the book store. "Yeah, there's that lonely guy that sits in the corner and reads poetry for great lengths of time. Who's he tryin to impress?" Lonliness and bordom are two seperate but closely related things. I am not lonely nor am I trying to impress anyone when I go. I just want a nice place to read where I just might run into someone familiar. It's sorta like hanging out in the quad at school except there, if you go, you'd better plan on not getting any work done because you'll run into most of the people you know within a few minutes. It's pretty funny. One person goes out and half an hour later, there's a small crowd gathered in their vicinity of people just casually talking. Either that or you might whitness there the people who take public display of affection WAY out of bounds. They're the ones who act as if they just had a wonderful time out on the town, drank some lovely red wine, and now have come back hand in hand to "go up stairs", except their definition of "up stairs" is actually in the grass about ten feet away from you, the guy who is trying to study. And through fragmented attempts of focus on your spanish or biology you think to yourself, "Would I really be all that suprised if her pregnancy results came back positive after an experience like this." But any third person walking by would still whitness a crowd, don't get me wrong. It's just that this crowd would be gawking and laughing at the flagrantly "open" couple making sweet sweet... entertainment for the rest of the campus. It happens y'all... It happens.

But anyways, that was a needless tangent with no relation at all to my day. Ironically, that is a summary of my life. Peace and love.