the buildings in chelsea kill me...
i finally bought stuff i needed. neither things i bought were on my list from yesterday but i still needed them. or i think i need them. i ended up buying batteries...which actually were on my list...and two bags of rubber bands. i called peter on my first break because i didnt have enought time to talk on the way to work due to the fact i woke up super late, took way too long of a shower, and barely made it back to the time clock to punch in. for some reason i almost put my cigarette out when i wasnt even half way down smoking it. what the hell was i thinking? so i called peter and we talked about stuff again. what he did that day. something about study abroad. a book he's reading. oh, and ottoman's which was weird b/c earlier in the night when i was making way through one of the eisles i stopped to look at a few of them b/c i realized i need more furniture for the dorm, and well, im sorry but kyle's couch last year was fucking disgusting and i told him already that the couch had to go. i think he ended up leaving it in the room when he moved out. along with my ancient box fan and a huge bag of dave's clothes that he decided not to bring back to the Soo to give to him. but while talking about ottoman's i remembered an article about graphic designers/photographers/design people and what they had in their apartments and in one of the apartments this guy had bought an ottoman made out of rolled up magazines for like...$200, and i remember thinking i could do that but never actually took steps toward constructing it. but anyway, that why i picked up the rubber bands. and i needed the batteries b/c the digital camera doesn't stay on too well when you put batteries from your sisters tv remote into it. and i've been wanting to take new pictures for weeks. so yeah, today i proclaim it ottoman making day AND picture day. it should be fun. i just hope i don't pass out. or maybe i do. i got home and wanted to die because i was soooooo tired. i bet if i laid down i would pass right out.
my mom asked how much money i had saved and i told her that with the check i'm getting tonight i should have over $1000 dollars and she was like, "huh? what? are you spending money? you're not going to get very far on that." i wanted to kick the bitch in the face.
my mom asked how much money i had saved and i told her that with the check i'm getting tonight i should have over $1000 dollars and she was like, "huh? what? are you spending money? you're not going to get very far on that." i wanted to kick the bitch in the face.