Okay, we all know I adore Ryan Adams. We all know I have a crush on John Mayer. We all know that apparently every female celebrity I support goes wrong (case in point: downfall of Britney Spears and the eating disorders of the Olsens) but do we all know that I also feel a loss in my core for the absence of Elliott Smith?
On another note, it took me four hours to catch up on my friends list. That's what I get for being gone. I was in Philadelphia for a few days, first time I've ever been on a plane (the coolest freakin' thing in all the land!) and I got to go on a train (first time for that too) so I basically have no more transportation virginity left. God I feel like a whore.
My legs aren't as toned as they were two weeks ago. I have to readopt the 1000-leg-lift-a-day regime so I can look better when I go visit my college mates in a few weeks.
you know what really pisses me off? to the point of practically no return? Getting my chain jerked around. CitiBank did it to me for nearly a month, the motherfuckers. And now this 65-year-old woman who apparently didn't realize her newfound business would be a success is doing it to me now. I sort of have two jobs. I need two jobs, I need income so I can buy a new car and pay off all my debt and save for London with Savannah. And tag gifts, life, and impulse shopping to that, and I need like 12 grand. Shibbee!! Hopefully, by the end of today, Robin (the grandma who underestimates the power of caffeine to the working class) will call me and extend the position of barista to me. (I am sure you all know of my long-time addiction to coffee and how perfectly natural it is for me to work in a coffee shop. Some have called it my natural habitat and I don't dare disagree.) Then, if all goes splendidly, I will also have a job at Bath and Body Works getting shit pay but good discounts.
I talked to Savannah last night on the phone. First time in friggin' eons since I've done that. She sounds crazed. She needs reassurance, I so desperately want to go spend the weekend with her just to show her that not all has plummeted into the abyss that is adulthood.
My mother wants me to go to Northern. She said I oughta get my gen eds out of the way there. I told her I will never set foot on that campus as an enrolled student, and that I graduated from high school and have no desire whatsoever to return. It means I have to see and possibly converse with people who no longer know me and still think they do. It amazes me still how much I've changed since leaving that hellhole. And sadly, it seems that I am the only one that changed.
There are so many CDs and DVDs I have to buy, it's almost sad. I never considered myself to be a geek or a nerd or a dork or any of those prepubescent names we scrounged up to insult the guy who eventually turned out to be the one we'd all have crushes on (damned duct-taped glasses, they get hot when a lad hits 20) but apparently I could possibly be.
Adam said I am hands-down the most arbitrary person he's ever met.
Arbitary: Determined by chance, whim, or impulse, and not by necessity, reason, or principle.
I cannot disagree, though I wish I could fix it. I am indeed fucking arbitrary. Sadly so, but hey, I'll go with it.
Puerto says I have hang-ups, and this bothers me. I do not wish to, but it's my nature. Perhaps I am a naturally pissy person, but I am one of those fuck-ups you know? Gah, I don't even know. Anyways:
NOW FOR INDIVIDUAL ADDRESSES FOR PEOPLE ON MY MATES LIST:
puertothepale- shibbee!! on the job, good luck.
meloncollie815- count on my making an appearance in a few weeks and then we will go to the Kentucky and see Fahrenheit 911 (FUCK BUSHY!)
stripmebaby- I am sorry for whatever is going on in your life, I seriously don't know what it is, I can't really keep up when I had to go back 300 entries in my friends list and I'd only been gone a week. But please, either on AIM or through LJ posts fill me in, I feel awful for what's going on and I don't even know what it is. Also- where in NY do you live? We need to talk, you seem interesting.
And my final decision: There needs to be 3 father's days a year, one doesn't cut it, and mother's day can just go away. But if you have a dad like mine, you just want him to feel special all the time.
Now, I am going to get ready to get rejected from more jobs and make Pizza Rolls. Spadoinkle