Gr... I'm an idiot.

Homework fucking sucks. And so does English. But I'm just a pansy.

I'm gonna do it. Either that or kill something, probably myself. WoOoOo!

PS: I rock at spotting receipts. ;)

Note to self: Find more pounding-rock style music. Consider branching out into industrial and/or power metal.

So, the show was totally awesome. The Rocky Fortune was fucking awesome, I got their CD. Crowned King was too, and The Concept and The Set were pretty damn good as well. Would've been fun to hang out a little longer afterwards, but whatever. And. I really need to actually ask Marilyn out... But I'm a chicken. So boo to you ( Read more... )

Okay, so Mel calls me this morning and Dave's gonna cover my shift so it turns out I actually can go to the show. For real for sure this time. No cancelling. And apparentely a ton of other people I know will be going. Which is better than two plus my sis and her friends...

Wait, it turns out I can't go to the show, I've gotta work. But, more moneys for me. So no biggie. Everyone will just be like "WTF?! Where is Graham?!" First time closing alone. Le gasp! Fuck, two weeks 'till I get paid... Damn.

Fuck. ;)

Show on Sunday! Cash for money!

Sadly, yesterday was the first day I've had a full three meals since the teacher strike. And those were breakfast/lunch at 1:00 when I got up, lunch/dinner at work and then dinner/midnight snack at Cactus club at like 11:30.

But today was payday, so I'se gots the cash! Woo!

I'm sorry I fucking hate you.

Loanshark'd!