Yeah Im tired of these kind of entries, too.
The first half of Tuesday was sooo shitty.
I had accidentally set my alarm an hour late. I woke up at 8:50, 20 minutes after my bus comes. I had to drive my car to school even though it was still acting weird and i didnt want to drive it, and I have nowhere to park. I thought since it was early, there would be meter spaces on the street near my class, but oh was I ever wrong. My drawing class is at 940 and thats when I arrived at the PCAC and realized there were no spaces. So i go to the Dump parking lot and park in the back. Ive parked there before and just left it for more than an hour, and there was no attendant standing out there like there sometimes is. I walk/jog to class and get there 15 minutes late.
Cut to me leaving class. I walk back to the dump so i can drive home, just to drop my car off and catch a bus back to campus. I look for my car as im walking through the lot and my stomach turns as i cant find it. I keep going, thinking maybe i parked a little further in than i thought. Nope. Its gone. Towed. So I walk down to the gas station to get my poor car. I see it sitting, alone, in the back corner of the holding lot. I go in and ask how much. 75. "I gotta go to the atm", i tell the guy. So i cross the street to dunkin donuts. Balance Inquiry---->Savings---->$6. Ehhhh... Balance Inquiry---->Checking---->$45. ...Fuck. Long story short (too late), lucky me got to park at the garage for the rest of the day no extra charge and i owe my mom even more money. Sweet.
So 9:00-2:00 was fucking hell and then the rest of the day went fine. Went to brandons that night, got drunk. We watched Almost Famous cuz brandon hadnt seen it. Thats now officially one of my favorite movies.
Wed. was an eventless blur, a day of recovery. Thursday was a shade better. Ran into Becky while I was getting lunch and chilled with her for a little bit. I miss hanging out with her and Evin and everyone else at school. Got dinner and played pool with Andrew, which is our usual routine before cs class.
So my car miraculously fixed itself. I dont pretend to know too much about cars, but I was told a large chunk of frozen slush could have accumulated on the axle, causing the constant bumping. I wont question it, not if i can get away with not spending more money i dont have.
Today I was scheduled to work from only 5-9, apparently they havent yet caught up to the fact that i dont have class fri afternoons anymore. Of course it got all shitty and snowy out this afternoon, and I just knew work would be dead. I get there only to find out that one of the managers working earlier was supposed to call like 4 people and tell us not to come in, but didnt. They sent me home 2 hours later. Whatever. Only working 4 hours is pretty much useless anyway, whats 2 less.
...I miss playing my guitar alot, still. I need to go get it from brandons basement, but i never remember to do it while i actually have time to go over there, or when its not the middle of the night like this. I feel like I could keep on typing, just stream of consciousness, but I have to go to bed. Im working again in...6 1/2 hours. Sounds shitty but working in the morning is a breeze cuz theres no customers for the first 4 hours at least. Ah, now the hard part of my day, trying to fall asleep.
I had accidentally set my alarm an hour late. I woke up at 8:50, 20 minutes after my bus comes. I had to drive my car to school even though it was still acting weird and i didnt want to drive it, and I have nowhere to park. I thought since it was early, there would be meter spaces on the street near my class, but oh was I ever wrong. My drawing class is at 940 and thats when I arrived at the PCAC and realized there were no spaces. So i go to the Dump parking lot and park in the back. Ive parked there before and just left it for more than an hour, and there was no attendant standing out there like there sometimes is. I walk/jog to class and get there 15 minutes late.
Cut to me leaving class. I walk back to the dump so i can drive home, just to drop my car off and catch a bus back to campus. I look for my car as im walking through the lot and my stomach turns as i cant find it. I keep going, thinking maybe i parked a little further in than i thought. Nope. Its gone. Towed. So I walk down to the gas station to get my poor car. I see it sitting, alone, in the back corner of the holding lot. I go in and ask how much. 75. "I gotta go to the atm", i tell the guy. So i cross the street to dunkin donuts. Balance Inquiry---->Savings---->$6. Ehhhh... Balance Inquiry---->Checking---->$45. ...Fuck. Long story short (too late), lucky me got to park at the garage for the rest of the day no extra charge and i owe my mom even more money. Sweet.
So 9:00-2:00 was fucking hell and then the rest of the day went fine. Went to brandons that night, got drunk. We watched Almost Famous cuz brandon hadnt seen it. Thats now officially one of my favorite movies.
Wed. was an eventless blur, a day of recovery. Thursday was a shade better. Ran into Becky while I was getting lunch and chilled with her for a little bit. I miss hanging out with her and Evin and everyone else at school. Got dinner and played pool with Andrew, which is our usual routine before cs class.
So my car miraculously fixed itself. I dont pretend to know too much about cars, but I was told a large chunk of frozen slush could have accumulated on the axle, causing the constant bumping. I wont question it, not if i can get away with not spending more money i dont have.
Today I was scheduled to work from only 5-9, apparently they havent yet caught up to the fact that i dont have class fri afternoons anymore. Of course it got all shitty and snowy out this afternoon, and I just knew work would be dead. I get there only to find out that one of the managers working earlier was supposed to call like 4 people and tell us not to come in, but didnt. They sent me home 2 hours later. Whatever. Only working 4 hours is pretty much useless anyway, whats 2 less.
...I miss playing my guitar alot, still. I need to go get it from brandons basement, but i never remember to do it while i actually have time to go over there, or when its not the middle of the night like this. I feel like I could keep on typing, just stream of consciousness, but I have to go to bed. Im working again in...6 1/2 hours. Sounds shitty but working in the morning is a breeze cuz theres no customers for the first 4 hours at least. Ah, now the hard part of my day, trying to fall asleep.