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Sitting down to the overbearing beam of the computer proved to be a little difficult. It was even more difficult to sign on, load the livejournal site, log in and get the update section...getting on here to do an entry is hard and sometimes even makes me not want to bother when I'm struck with the urge to write something...Slowdive are playing in the downstairs living room, which is illuminated by a proportinate combination of amber & blue light from the bar and the low-intensity midnight blue glow from the living room lights. I'm upstairs in my room trying to remember why I sat down to write this. No one is answering their phones and I guess the thoughts are just flying too fast for me to be totally alone with my thoughts. I need to have an outlet, even if I only get to indulge in a monologue rather than conversation with another person, which is far preferable. Then again I might make an ass of myself because the thoughts flying through my mind right now are all of a trivial nature. (i.e.: my mild disappointment with Bret Easton Ellis's new book, which I find to be too tame and ordinary from what I expected to be an exciting and off-the-wall novel, which would have been consistent with the ENTIRE rest of Ellis's body of work....or theres school to bitch about....or the fantastic combination of pot and xanax I've just discovered, which allows you to smoke a little more pot than perhaps you should, an amount that would normally send your mind on a scary quest in which you could easily steer into dark territory and have to struggle trying to get out of it. By experiencing the anxiety-wash of a xanax FIRST, you are able to smoke yourself into a really cerebral high, but with a protective guard, an anti-anxiety serum coaxing your mind and preventing you from falling into that scary realm. The linear line of thought is a difficult pursuit right now and I'm aching with this notion that I'm probably forgetting some random thoughts I wanted to write about.
Its a nice surprise that I'm in positive spirits, because today was actually kind of rough. Woke up, totally hungover around noon and immediately had to walk out the door to take Mike home, squinting the entire way in my car at the harsh sunlight because I've just lost my best pair of Ralph Lauren sunglasses. I decided to grab the shower I had missed at Mike's apartment. I happened to have a change of clothes in my backseat, so I changed too, trying to make myself presentable for the Health Food Center, which I wanted to stop on my way home to pick up my final paycheck and maybe some vegetarian chicken nuggets. I'm fucking glad I called first because Carol, the manager who wasn't in the store 3 days ago when I first attempted to obtain this check, IS there, but apparently there has been some "misunderstanding" and she somehow thought I wanted her to keep my ENTIRE paycheck to pay for the 31 hours I owed them. I explained to her that this was incorrect, that I am owed ONE week's worth of pay and I'll be calling tomorrow to check the status of this situation once she has gotten her shit together. ( <-- okay, didn't exactly phrase it that way, but I was definitely assertive. So, I hung up the phone and just drove back to Norman. I was hungry so I drove to the Earth for a tempeh-patty burger and then I went to La Baguette and bought some chocolate mice...Then I went home and took a 3 hour nap, which was good because I needed to study Aristotle later and my mind desperately craved some sleep.
Cheaters just started and the mind-numbing amusement I get out of Cheaters is suddenly a lot more appealing than attempting to narrate my thoughts any longer...
Its a nice surprise that I'm in positive spirits, because today was actually kind of rough. Woke up, totally hungover around noon and immediately had to walk out the door to take Mike home, squinting the entire way in my car at the harsh sunlight because I've just lost my best pair of Ralph Lauren sunglasses. I decided to grab the shower I had missed at Mike's apartment. I happened to have a change of clothes in my backseat, so I changed too, trying to make myself presentable for the Health Food Center, which I wanted to stop on my way home to pick up my final paycheck and maybe some vegetarian chicken nuggets. I'm fucking glad I called first because Carol, the manager who wasn't in the store 3 days ago when I first attempted to obtain this check, IS there, but apparently there has been some "misunderstanding" and she somehow thought I wanted her to keep my ENTIRE paycheck to pay for the 31 hours I owed them. I explained to her that this was incorrect, that I am owed ONE week's worth of pay and I'll be calling tomorrow to check the status of this situation once she has gotten her shit together. ( <-- okay, didn't exactly phrase it that way, but I was definitely assertive. So, I hung up the phone and just drove back to Norman. I was hungry so I drove to the Earth for a tempeh-patty burger and then I went to La Baguette and bought some chocolate mice...Then I went home and took a 3 hour nap, which was good because I needed to study Aristotle later and my mind desperately craved some sleep.
Cheaters just started and the mind-numbing amusement I get out of Cheaters is suddenly a lot more appealing than attempting to narrate my thoughts any longer...