trunks are not effective trash barrels
Thursday I saw napoleon dynomite again with molly. still looove that movie. then i drove around to find that lynn show, no luck came home. picked up matt, drove around to find that lynn show again, no luck still, came home. whatev. i forgot about my butts and guts class :(
Friday was busy. class, sears because my alternator died, waiting at the mall for my car to be fixed for 2 hours, got my nails done by some asshole, got my check, went to nscc danvers for financial aid stuff, then up to stoneham to see marc and that didnt go so great. but we are still togther <3then i saw diiii! we didnt do much. hah. then she drove back up to wusstah and i went to bris for some SNL.
Saturday woke up way too late for work. arrived fashionably late and worked alone all day :( cashed my check bummed around the house for a bit, went on myspace and was randomly attacked by at least 5 viruses. totally fucked up my comp.
when i realize i have to reformat it and lose everything, my mom comes in and tells me my car, that i just paid $280 to get fixed, now has a completely flat tire. she says "theres nothing in your trunk right? AAA will have to go get the donut out." no mom. JUST 50 OR SO BEER CANS WITH SOME EMPTY VODKA BOTTLES. i had forgotton i stashed all that in my trunk when she went away so i could take it to a dumpster or something. i freaked out for a bit. said "oh yeah i think theres some books left in my trunk." ran out to my car, grabbed the giant trash bag covered in a white blanket (didnt look suspicious) and crammed it into my backseat. looked like i was hiding a dead body or something. so i took my school books and a jacket and carefully arranged it on top of my beer cans. i dont know how the hell my mom didnt realize it, especially when she moved the seat back and you heard the crunch of cans, but she didnt and i am SO LUCKY. i would not be alive and typing here today if she had. so now i have to be wicked sketchy and find a dumpster to drop off my mysterious big black trash big.
after that heart attack, i went to go check out the sputnix show. kinda lame, didnt stay. just said hi to bri then chatted with henry and his friend amber in the pouring rain for a few. it was a long, bad day. i took the long way home, driving with no shoes (flip flops destroyed by rain) and the heat blaring because i was soaked and listened to old this day forward. relaxing. got home and tried to salvage my files then had to reformat this damn thing.
booo
i cant afford to go to dillinger tonight. sad. im saving my cashola for q and not u this wednesday :)