around

It's been a bad couple of days for me. Sigh. Not going to talk about it. Anyway, for reasons I won't disclose now, I had to leave my house for a few hours. Talk to me on AIM if you want to know. I killed time driving around, then I went to borders and got Modest Mouse- Good News for People who like Bad News, because I like "float on," and Beastie Boys- Ill Communication, because it was the only beastie boys album they had there except for the new one, To the 5 Boroughs (I spelled that one pretty wrong), and it was $9.99. good stuff.

Then I walked around the mall, bought the first season of the simpsons for $15, did one circuit, and left. Went across the bridge, and was intending to go to Linmar (magic shop by the sub base), but I kept driving to Ocean State Job lot. Yes, that's a hell of a lot farther than I needed to go, but I don't like you, so too bad. Looked around, didn't find anything I wanted (surprise surprise), and left. Went to Linmar and got a fifth dawn fat pack. whee. I went to dairy queen, and got something, because I was pretty hungry.

Then I went home. I killed like half an hour, showered, and went to the job interview to be a summer reading aide. gad, getting that interview was annoying. Because I submitted the crap, and the deadline was last monday. My dad was bitching about how I had to call them, because he thought it was getting too late, but whatever. I called twice this monday (a week after it was due) and no one was there. I didn't leave a message because I suck. then, on tuesday, shit. I've got to go take the pill to make me sleep. be right back.

Ah, that's better. Hopefully it'll kick in soon. Back to what I was saying. On tuesday, they called at 10 in the morning. I wrote down some stuff, and went back to sleep. When I got up, I couldn't remember where to go, and couldn't read what I wrote. Shit, I said. shit shit shit. Well, maybe I didn't say that. I called back this morning, pretending I didn't know how to get there, and she gave me directions (good thing, too, because I didn't know how to get to the magnet school, but do any of you? huh? huh? didn't think so) to get there.

The interview went ok. I guess. It was a little weird. I hope it pays well. and that I get it.

out.

nyquil != tired

or is it =! ?

crass!

yes, I'm too lazy to check.

even though it's already on my computer.

Two days ago, my dad was yelling at my sister for a while, so when he went outside to put the hose away, I went and had a talk with him about how he makes everything so high-pressure. Amazingly, he seemed to see my points. He's going to try to take some time when something like that happens so he can think about what he wants to happen so he doesn't blow up like he does. yayness. He also thought a bit about why he gets so hot under the collar, if I may use an overused phrase that I'm surely not helping by using. If I may not, too damn bad.

That night, I wasn't tired until 5 am, when birds were chirping and it was light outside. That's not a good thing. So I got some nyquil. I tried it last night, and it didn't really help. I'm not sure if I can take some tonight, because I hurt my knee bowling with Chris, Matt and Andrew (I didn't hurt it bowling, I hurt it standing. No, really). My dad looked at it, and just told me to take some ibuprofin, I just need to make sure that the advil or whatever I took doesn't have acetaminophen (you see the medicine) in it.

does it seem to anybody else that song lyrics aren't that good if they're not sung? I've been having that problem when I write. I look back at my lyrics, and think they're dumb, or something, but then when I go and look at songs I like, and read the lyrics, they don't make sense. I'm having a hard time reconciling that.