I am sitting here bored waiting until midnight. A lot of craaaazy shit has happened over the last couple of weeks and I care to go into none of it. My last day at work, however, is Wednesday, and I'm damn excited. I've been waiting for this day since July 20something of 2003 when I first got hired at i fucking sky. Then I've got 2 weeks of nothingness to do and it's going to be great. Absolutely terrific. Can you tell that I'm bored? I'm waiting to go see Van Helsing w/ Jon. Fun fun! There was a dog tied up in our backyard this morning. It was weird. Jon doesn't like dogs, I should know. So I thought maybe he was there on accident. But he was hooked to an electrical cord, yeah, electrical cord, that was plugged in, yup, plugged in, and also tied to the lawnmower. Lawnmooooower. Rawr. If I actually put this in my journal somebody should shoot me for being a tard. It's all stoopid rambling non sense. Blah. bored bored. I'm sitting by myself and I've had too much caffeine. Hah! I have though, and the problem is that I don't even need it. I hate caffeine. Hate everything addictive. Bleh. I finally cleaned my room last night. It's, shall we say, uncomfortably clean. But it looks nice. Fuck this. I'm going to go eat french fries at Red Robin w/ Nicole until they kick us out. Muahaha.
I am a dork. I went into my room to get something, and somehow in the process of leaving my room I locked the door and closed it behind me. So when I went back to my room later I couldn't get in. Fortunately for me, the window was cracked. But I'm really short and all my shoes were locked in my room. It sucked. That's what I get for being a retard.
Thurday was Brad's birthday. We stole him a license plate from Ontario. That's a whole nother country dude! Is nother a word? I also bought him birthday cake icecream. Birthday cake = good; icecream = good; birthday cake +icecream = good; but random crumbs of birthday cake frozen in icecream? Not so good. Thursday was also April Fool's day. All the shenanigans I played I'm not allowed to talk about. But I was expecting a number of boring, uninteresting and over paid fucking retards to try and be funny over the phone because they usually do anyway and that day was, well, the day to do it on. But only one person tried to convince me that the center torched his bmw to ash. The saddest part? I actually fell for it. There was a show on Thursday night too. But I don't really remember much of it. That's what happens when you do, uh, bad (?) things. The last bit of news is that in great contrast to its entertaining and well done predecesor, the 2nd Scooby Doo movie sucks balls and from this moment on I am going to pretend that they did not even make a sequel. It simply does not exist.
Tonight there was a show, and it was altogether a very weird night. I didn't go in at first because I didn't want to pay $7 to be in a room full of people I hate to listen to a band I don't really like. I also heard there were lots of nazis at this show. By the time I did finally go in there was a grand total of 14 people and most of them had full heads of hair, and I knew maybe one of them. And the last band hadn't even played yet. Shitty shitty boring boring. So we went to an "aftershow party" instead which really didn't make any sense because a) the show wasn't even over and b) it was only regular attendees and no band members. Also kind of lame. The rest of the night was fairly uneventful.
I almost killed my snake today by dropping his big UV light on his little head. Now he hates me. He's curled up next to his water dish, staring at me, and flicking his tongue. Flick. Flick. And sometimes he just stares and doesn't flick, and that's much worse. Heh. Poor guy. I also went to Sun mountain fun center to cash in all my arcade tickets. $35 in an arcade boiled down to a blue teddy bear that is flipping me off, a yo-yo that occasionally gets stuck spinning at the bottom of the string and literally spins itself apart, and a magnet sculpture thing. Whoop. Now I'm going to watch Gattaca and wait for J.T. to call so I can go chill somewhere other than my house. Isn't my life terribly exciting? Who's jealous?
I'm broke and I'm bored. So I'm cleaning my room. Less than an hour into this, I have already found an assortment of change, bills and uncashed checks that equal out to $9. Fuck yea!!! I'm gonna be rich by the end of this night motha fucka.
There was a show last night and since I had to be at work at 7 this morning I got a grand total of maybe 3 hours of sleep. So as much as I tried to get out of it, J.L. and Ian drug me to Dawn of the Dead anyway, and it RULED! Moral of the story? Dawn of the Dead is a good movie. ;:-)
