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more fun with people that think i'm somebody else

today::
Mr. Carroll told me to come in an hour later today...oh man, was that nice... wow, i love sleeping till 9am. taking engineering classes these last two semesters haven't been conducive to that. so anyway, i go in to work at 9:30, and Mr. Carroll says that one of the delivery guys told a customer he would set up the two TVs/DVDplayers/VHSplayers that he was delivering. well, the delivery guys aren't supposed to hook up electronics (because they usually don't know how), so he shouldn't have promised he would do it. anyway, it was my job to go to this guy's house in Trappe and hook everything up. okay, so this guy's current setup is one of the most confusing jumble of wires ever. luckily, i was changing pretty much all of his stuff out, so i didn't have to deal with the old stuff except for his satellite hook ups. it still took me two hours, and by the end of the time the guy must have thought i didn't really know what i was doing. argh...i usually can do that kind of stuff in no time at all, but i managed to set up the first TV wrong about five times before i got it right. wow. boy that was irritating. i'm sure it doesn't sound like much, but it was annoying to me. so i get back to work, and the Tuesday truck has come in. argh..man, i was working non-stop until after six. well, that's not a bad thing i suppose...but now i'm tired.

i went straight from work to Bailey's softball game. i was in line for a cheeseburger, and Cousin Lewis came up behind me and stuck his ring-pop-candy-thing on me. i asked him not to do that, so he got a mustard packet and emptied it onto the back of my shirt. argh. that boy is really aggrivating sometimes. and then the other part of the time he's just a cute, funny little kid.

for some reason, mom has this little pin with a manger scene or something on it. Cousin Lewis sees it and tells mom he wants it. she says he can have it if he tells everybody around about the manger scene. so Cousin Lewis put on the pin and goes around to every person in the stands and tell them one by one about baby Jesus, the star, Mary and Joseph, ...you know all that good stuff. it was really cool. he would stand right in front of people watching the softball game and talk to them, even if they didn't want to hear it. like i said, sometimes he's really irritating, sometimes he's really cute.

now...about the people that think i'm somebody else::

okay, so that girl that thinks i'm "kyle" was talking to me again today. she just doesn't make any sense to me. i've told her numerous times over the last month or two that i'm not kyle, and they she just doesn't believe me. here's our conversation from earlier today::

Latino4ever1312 (8:01:08 PM): hey
Latino4ever1312 (8:01:15 PM): kyle
gstreet4life (8:07:09 PM): guess again
Latino4ever1312 (8:07:18 PM): your kyle
gstreet4life (8:07:39 PM): no, try again
Latino4ever1312 (8:07:46 PM): your kyle
gstreet4life (8:08:14 PM): wrong again... one more guess
Latino4ever1312 (8:08:22 PM): kyle
gstreet4life (8:08:38 PM): ouch... man, you really can't figure this out, huh?
Latino4ever1312 (8:08:46 PM): who r u
gstreet4life (8:09:00 PM): i've told you like 2 or 3 times already
Latino4ever1312 (8:09:03 PM): your kyle
gstreet4life (8:09:17 PM): oh man...
Latino4ever1312 (8:09:19 PM): whats you name then
gstreet4life (8:09:23 PM): bryan
gstreet4life (8:09:29 PM): same as last time you asked
Latino4ever1312 (8:09:31 PM): kyle
gstreet4life (8:09:34 PM): haha
Latino4ever1312 (8:09:42 PM): kyle told me this was his sn
gstreet4life (8:10:01 PM): that's weird, because it's mine

wow...what an interesting day. for the last hour Mom, Mike, Aunt Sherri, Mema, and Bailey have been sitting in the living room and telling old stories. it's always fun to hear these stories, especially the ones i don't remember.
Mike just claimed that his mom was the quintessential "don't do that" mother.