man.
i finally got sick.
not very.
but im a bit stuffed up and i think i may have had some sorta fever this morning.
BUT.
i applied at a few places cuz Matt never showed up (new practice schedule?)
i got an application for the city clean up thing...i gotta bring that back on monday.
i applied at shell and adler's hardware on wickenden.
i dont wanna work at a gas station.
but as a means to an end i guess it'll do.
uhh.
i dunno...i guess i was just my in general depressed yesterday.
not for any reason...at first.
but then it all happened.
somehow, there's a ding in my guitar.
the BLUE guitar.
not just a ding
i mean, it's small and all.
but.
the finish is cracked around it.
meaning that it will eventually chip off, leaving a fucking BALD SPOT on my guitar.
even though this sucks...
it sucks even worse because my guitar isnt solid flame maple (that groovy wood grain is called flame)
the flame part is about 1/8 of an inch thick.
so...once it chips off...it's permanent unless i wanna get the entire top replaced.
so im probably not going to be able to play that guitar for a few days, like when it mysteriously fell on the floor at my dad's and then climbed back up onto my amp by itself, it must have, nobody seemed to have known anything happened to it.
when i got back from job hunting/dennys, Mindy was home, and it was good because i wanted to talk to her about my general being shitty and bummed out.
but she was taking off.
which sucked.
uhh...
i guess nothing happened for a while.
but then there was an accident, and a misunderstanding, and then i was hung up on, even though i really wasnt involved at all...
which upset me a bit.
so i went to sleep, because:
a. i felt like shit from being sick
and
b. i felt like shit in general.
plus, Mark stopped by, and i really couldnt deal with him at the moment.
so sleep was the best option.
i slept til like...almost 8.
then couldnt sleep anymore.
i was uncomfortable and sickly what with the headache and all.
so i continued to lay there.
until about 11 or so.
and Mindy came home.
and we talked a bunch.
apparently she went to a drum circle.
and there were belly dancers.
i would have liked to have gone.
but oh well.
this morning i applied at coffee exchange, but the manager was a complete fucking dickhead and said that the application looked good, but "if that metal doesnt become invisible..."
i mean, whatever, if you dont want piercings in your employees thats your call, but you dont have to be a fucking asshole about it.
then.
some old fuck irritated me by not knowing how to pull out of a parking spot.
uhh.
oh.
and get this.
apparently 3 of Mickie's neighbors complained about the bus being parked in the driveway, as if it really affects them anyway.
so.
i have 2 weeks to get rid of the bus.
or...
i have to pay $50 a week.
im thinking of just getting the fucking thing registered, that way i can keep it there without worrying about it.
i guess i'll keep you posted about everything else that sucks, as it comes up.
im picking Mindy up from work at 6 today...
im supposed to job hunt, but i feel really shitty all around so it may amount to me sleeping, depending how physically sick i feel...but i doubt it, i'll probably go.
but yeah.
im not exactly sure what we're doing, but tonight she wants to go see Sage Francis, and offered to pay...and im not gonna see her all weekend, so im gonna go.
yeah...
and next weekend she's going back to atlantic city for 4 days, this time with Jeff and Merrit...
that outta make for interesting stories when she gets back.
fuck man.
im clicking update.
my equalibrium is so fucked i feel like im going to fall offa this chair.