Chuck Taylors and The Pillows

I've noticed that my recent posts have either been about how I've been sitting at home or about someone I idolize. I would like to make it clear that I don't just sit at home and idolize people all the time. I do go outside every once in a while and do outdoor things. I have been having excessive indoors time recently because of me recovering and all, but that will change, tomorrow in fact. I plan on going back to school tomorrow. That's right, Terry's going outdoors again for the first time this week. Speaking of being indoors for a long period of time and recovering from surgery, you would imagine that would cause a lot of relax time, or attempts to relax rather. Is it just me, or is it that every time you try to do a relaxing activity(sleeping, watching tv, meditating, or anything that relaxes you as an individual, like for me blogging and surfing the internet) you hear that ringing of the phone. That happened to me, not once, not twice, but three times today. It first happened when I got on the computer to play on the internet earlier today. I had logged on to my e-mail account and started a download and what happened but the phone rang. I answered it, of course, and it was a telemarketer. After I promptly hung up I had lost my connection from the internet and had to reconnect. I understand that telemarketers have to have jobs to live, but honestly I would rather be reading SPAM offering the same product then having to hear someone tell me about it. The second time the curse of the phone struck was about 4:00 pm. I had just went back to bed to try to get some more rest, since this will be my final day of that. If any of you have dogs that are small, cute, and lovable, and also love to sleep with you, you understand that it takes them a good ten minutes to get situated, at which point you can situate yourself. Well, I have two of these cute, lovable creatures that took their time finding their perfect sleeping spot, when the phone rang. This time it was my grandma. I understand that she is worried about me in my time of need, but can't she understand that when I'm trying to relax I don't want to hear the rantings of a worried, elderly woman. Okay, she hung up, I went back to bed, my puppies also went back to bed, we were happy, until. . . . . the phone rang again. This time it was, guess who, another telemarketer. Do they know when to quit? It seems to me that most people don't want to hear a telemarketer around 4:30 in the evening. This is a time when most people have just gotten home from work, or are getting ready to go to work. This is a time of day when almost everybody in the world is either exhausted or frantic, not a good time to be receiving offers about that new way to consolidate your bills. The third time, you could probably have guessed, is right now. As I'm trying to inform all of you good people of the dangers of relaxation, my grandmother called again. She is still worried about me, I guess. I hope this is the end of my relaxation woes for the day. If I receive a call from a telemarketer post-9:30, I'm going to throw my phone away and never answer it again. Later Days.