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02 Oktober 2005

So I don't have to write complete thoughts on this loverly Sunday morn...

Cheers to the light breeze and smell of fresh air wafing into my sunny bedroom, it's one of my favorite scents in the world.

Jeers to neighbors accross the way yelling all night at drinking games and some sort of musical screaming.

Cheers that they were at least singing along to Journey.

Jeers to the expletives shared with the whole area (including into my living room) by a nice young man from aforementioned loud apartment as his car got towed about 1:00 AM.

Cheers SCHADENFREUDE! In this case, perhaps on the part of the tow truck driver, who might have been evil-laughing all the way as as sloooowly pulled the swearing guy's car out of the parking lot as he was being screamed at. It must be a job perk. And on my part, as I watched the whole thing from my living room window, thinking, 'sucka!'. Yes, it was a bit central- European-grandma of me to be at the window observing neighborhood happenings whilst cursing the younger generation, and let's face it, it was my own damn fault for staying in thinking I'd get work done and nurse my sore throat, but...I still feel no pity for the lad. He and his friends were a disturbance, it all comes around.

Jeers to it already being Sunday which means tomorrow is Monday morning.

Cheers to waking up, thinking it was 10, when it was really only about 9. And then realizing that Standard Time has not taken effect yet so there will be another morning I will wake up thinking it's later than it really is and I get an extra hour.

Jeers to accidentally burning spinach on the stove and ending up with an apartment smelling like weed! Shya!

Cheers to the Penn State football team for going 5-0 and making everyone feel good. It was indeed an exciting mopping of Minnesota. I'm sure all my students will be fully prepared for class on Monday (not), oh well, let 'em enjoy it, it's the fun of college ball.

Jeers to Bush asking us to conserve gas as he flits around in AirForceOne, takes more vacation, hopes non auto or air transport like Amtrak just dies off into the sunset, and promotes no legislation even remotely helpful to Mother Nature. Freaking ass-hat. It is time to Sell The Ranch.

Cheers to you having a good day.

Jeers to non-commenters, almost as annoying as anonymous ones.

Cheers to getting some work done today.