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Well I had quite a bit to say about work tonight but my dad just told me he wants to go to bed soon so I can't stay long. (I've been here for 3 1/2 minutes.) Let's put it this way: I fucking hate people and I hope they all die.
I'm working from 9:30-6 tomorrow.
9:30-6.
I couldn't get a hold of Aaron all day- I texted him, left him a voicemail, called again... I finally got one from him and it was just static. All I got was "maybe go to a movie," which I assumed meant me, but he just called now and he's going to a movie with Dave who he's been with all day.
FUCK.
FUCK!!!
God today can fucking blow me.
Clinton graduated today. I sat about 6 different places because I couldn't get comfortable on the ground. I'm amazed I didn't get a sunburn. I guess they didn't have a scholarship night or anything so they read through allll of the scholarships. I couldn't hear anything anyway though.
I also like how I don't really take up that much fucking space, had one bag with me, and yet I still got stepped on by about 5 people who may as well have put their chairs in my lap. Then I got run over by some little girl who like crushed my ankle. She didn't say anything, but she was probably too afraid to. Whatever, I can still walk.
I brought Ian to DQ and got him an ice cream cone, but we didn't really have time to do anything else.
Fuck you, today. Fuck you. God damn it fuck you so much.
Not that I don't hang out with Aaron enough, and Dave is doing school in Boston so he doesn't get that much of a chance. It's not that. It just worked out shittily.
Tomorrow is time and a half, I would just rather kill myself slowly than be there for 8 1/2 hours. I guess this is work's way of telling me that they either adore me or hate me.
"I need the money for a camera, I need the money for a camera, I need the money for a camera."
Just keep saying it.
My name is 905 and I've just become alive.
And you know, I've been thinking. If it were a long time ago (which would be awesome) I don't think I'd be part of Beatlemania. I'd be following The Who around, as well Roger Daltrey's incredibly tight, beautiful beautiful pants. Seriously, I'm amazed they didn't make him sterile.
Unless of course they did.
Haha today was so hysterically annoying I can't really put it into words.
The fact that Anders refers to me as Rocket does brighten my mood slightly.
Oh man I just want to run down the street screaming. Even if my drums were set up I couldn't play them now. It's too late.
It's always too late or too early for things.
I want more tattoos. Stat.
Edit: Oh wait wait wait, I forgot. I ran into Danielle Southcotte as well. That was... I dunno. Weird. She's blossomed from a seemingly vacant 13 year old into a seemingly vacant 17 year old. Dave wasn't exactly the brightest crayon in the box but there was at least something thoughtful about him- I think he hid his intelligence. They were always on different planes.
As far as cameras go, I'm probably going to get a Minolta Maxxum 3. I want a "decent" camera, but I'm not into them enough to spend like $300 on one. I found a little digital one I wanted but everyone keeps saying oh no no, don't get one under this or that, or without this. I don't think people understand that I just want something that takes. Pictures. So fuck it, I don't really want a digital one anyway. I thought it would be nice for travelling but whatever. I'm getting an auto/manual focus film camera, and I insist on a Minolta or Nikon at this point so it doesn't look and feel like a kids toy. Seriously, all shit plastic.
Alright, I'm done.
I'm working from 9:30-6 tomorrow.
9:30-6.
I couldn't get a hold of Aaron all day- I texted him, left him a voicemail, called again... I finally got one from him and it was just static. All I got was "maybe go to a movie," which I assumed meant me, but he just called now and he's going to a movie with Dave who he's been with all day.
FUCK.
FUCK!!!
God today can fucking blow me.
Clinton graduated today. I sat about 6 different places because I couldn't get comfortable on the ground. I'm amazed I didn't get a sunburn. I guess they didn't have a scholarship night or anything so they read through allll of the scholarships. I couldn't hear anything anyway though.
I also like how I don't really take up that much fucking space, had one bag with me, and yet I still got stepped on by about 5 people who may as well have put their chairs in my lap. Then I got run over by some little girl who like crushed my ankle. She didn't say anything, but she was probably too afraid to. Whatever, I can still walk.
I brought Ian to DQ and got him an ice cream cone, but we didn't really have time to do anything else.
Fuck you, today. Fuck you. God damn it fuck you so much.
Not that I don't hang out with Aaron enough, and Dave is doing school in Boston so he doesn't get that much of a chance. It's not that. It just worked out shittily.
Tomorrow is time and a half, I would just rather kill myself slowly than be there for 8 1/2 hours. I guess this is work's way of telling me that they either adore me or hate me.
"I need the money for a camera, I need the money for a camera, I need the money for a camera."
Just keep saying it.
My name is 905 and I've just become alive.
And you know, I've been thinking. If it were a long time ago (which would be awesome) I don't think I'd be part of Beatlemania. I'd be following The Who around, as well Roger Daltrey's incredibly tight, beautiful beautiful pants. Seriously, I'm amazed they didn't make him sterile.
Unless of course they did.
Haha today was so hysterically annoying I can't really put it into words.
The fact that Anders refers to me as Rocket does brighten my mood slightly.
Oh man I just want to run down the street screaming. Even if my drums were set up I couldn't play them now. It's too late.
It's always too late or too early for things.
I want more tattoos. Stat.
Edit: Oh wait wait wait, I forgot. I ran into Danielle Southcotte as well. That was... I dunno. Weird. She's blossomed from a seemingly vacant 13 year old into a seemingly vacant 17 year old. Dave wasn't exactly the brightest crayon in the box but there was at least something thoughtful about him- I think he hid his intelligence. They were always on different planes.
As far as cameras go, I'm probably going to get a Minolta Maxxum 3. I want a "decent" camera, but I'm not into them enough to spend like $300 on one. I found a little digital one I wanted but everyone keeps saying oh no no, don't get one under this or that, or without this. I don't think people understand that I just want something that takes. Pictures. So fuck it, I don't really want a digital one anyway. I thought it would be nice for travelling but whatever. I'm getting an auto/manual focus film camera, and I insist on a Minolta or Nikon at this point so it doesn't look and feel like a kids toy. Seriously, all shit plastic.
Alright, I'm done.