Over a month for a new entry.

So yeah, it's definately been over a month since my last entry, so I figure I'll update.

Work - Red Robin is a cool place, it's definately a change of pace from Big Boy... things seem slightly more professional but all the people are dumb so none of the professionalism pays off.  However, I've been making good money.  On a Tuesday night, in a crappy section, I can generally leave with over $100 in my pocket, and that's after tipping out the expo, bar, and busser.  So yeah, yay for money.

Other - Aside from working I haven't really been doing much, just trying to find new and fresh people to hang out with.  I find that for most of the people in Riverview, I can't hang out with them a lot or else I get bored with it.  So I've been meeting lots of new people and hanging out with them a lot.  I like to switch it up.  At the moment, I'm actually in Hartland.  Two nights ago Joe and Alex called and we decided that after I worked my morning shift on Thursday I'd come on up here... so I did.  Since I don't have to work today I stayed at Joe's house and I'll be coming home later tonight.  It's good to see them again.  They're great guys, I just wish we lived closer.  Ah well.

And on a final note:  Chris, I miss you, sorry again for not calling all that often lately, I'd be calling you now but I'm not sure when your math class is and my phone is going to die real soon and I don't have a charger here.  So, when my phone is recharged and I'm back home tonight, I'm gonna give you a call.

I hope y'all are having fun.

Carpe noctem.

So, this isn't going to be a "real" entry, but it'll get the job done.  This is to pretty much sum up how I feel at the moment:

"...or an angel...  I had a little hunch... you could use a little flow..."

"tutoring again?"

"negative..."

"back at NYU?"

"no no no... i rewired the ATM at the food emporium to provide an honorarium to anyone with the code..."

"the coooo-oooo-oooo-oooOOooooode...  well?"

"A-N-G-E-L... yet robin-hooding isn't the solution... the powers that be must be undermined where they dwell.  In a small exclusive gourmet institution... where we overcharge the wealthy clientelle!  Let's open up a resteraunt in Santa Fe!  With a private corner banquet... in the back.  We'll make it yet, we'll somehow get to Santa Fe!"

"But you'll miss New York before you could unpack."

That seems to do the job nicely.

Have a day!

Currently Listening The Wall By Pink Floyd Another Brick in the Wall see related

I'm at work.  Working on a T-shirt design that plays off of the C.I.A. logo... if this one doesn't work out, I'm thinkin about tryin to make one that plays off of the Air Force logo.  Or something.  -shrug-

This past weekend was just about the best weekend of my life... it was just a darn good weekend.  Spent lots of time with Chris ^.^, Jen, Fae, and some time with Beau... they're all good people.  Great people in fact and I love them all dearly.

I hope I get to see them all again soon.

I just scrapped my C.I.A. idea.  It wasn't turning out like I would've liked.  But it did inspire something I'm working on now.  Real simple, an eagle head, our '07 Color Palette... it's kinda cool.  -shrug-

Ya know, I think things are going to work out alright.  It's going to be a little bit tough, but it seems to me that I have a future.  Pretty much any of the problems I was complaining about a month ago have all been fixed.  Like... once February ended, my life kind of flipped around is awesome now.  It's weird.

"All in all you're just another brick in the wall."

-The Dave

I feel like absolute shit.  And I honestly want to die right about now.  I want to call someone and just have someone to talk to.  But it's 6:18 in the morning and people would probably get pissed if I called to bitch about shit.  That's why God made xanga!

My day:

I wake up because my mom is at my dormroom door and she's knocking very loudly.  Blah blah blah, we spend an hour toting a large amount of shit from the room to the car.  And there's still some left.  4-5 hours, a shitty quesadilla, and a short shopping spree later, we get home.  We spend 2 hours unloading shit and setting up my room.  I kinda like how it looks... but I hate my house... I miss my roommates already... and I miss the only person at central who has seriously impacted my life.  -sigh-  My friend Rose calls.  We go to the mall.  We go play LOTS of ddr.  By this time, all this physical effort has mildly exhausted me.  I drop Rose off at her house.  I go back to my house and take an hour nap before Rose calls again and I drive her to her sister's apartment so she can get drunk.  I leave.  I go to Big Boy.  Sit on my ass for an hour there until someone I know shows up, Gennavieve.  She's waiting for someone, so while she waits I tell her a story.  A tale as old as time:  Boy meets girl, girl says, "I've seen your hair around campus", boy falls for girl, mild drama ensues (drama including a long-term relationship breakup, peach cigars, buffalo wild wings, operation: eagle eye, and a somewhat tall skinny long haired Chris), boy and girl "hang out" at girl's dorm during boy's last week there, boy moves home.  This story, of course, was told with plenty of large guestures and even props and maps for the portion about Operation: Eagle Eye.  I was having a bit of a good time, but it really made me miss... central.  So, then Rose calls and I see that I have a text message from a certain blonde-haired vixen.  I call the afformentioned vixen on my way to pick up Rose and drive her and her friend home.  Now, I'm off to pick up "Rushloaf", a busboy at Big Boy (heheh... "busboy at Big Boy") and we go back to Tony's.  But before doing so, I needed gas in my truck... so logically, I stop at a gas station (gas stations are where people go to get gas, right?).  I give the guy $20 and go back out to the truck to start filling up.  Long story short, half an hour later my gas light is still on and I'm too pissed to be standing out in the cold waiting for this fucking clerk to stop being a dumbass.  I convince him to give me my money back and I speed off to find the next gas station.  I get there and go inside, give the guy my $20 and head back out to the truck... and guess-fucking-what.  My gas tank is open and the gas cap is nowhere to be found.  I was so frustrated that apparently I drove off with the gas cap sitting on my truck.  Fuck the world.  Whatever, I have gas now.  I go back to Big Boy, we go to Tony's.  We play some Magic and around 5:30 I'm tired as fuck and I feel like I'm gonna puke.  So, I drive Rushloaf home and as I'm on my way back to my house, I remember that I have to be up at fucking 7 fucking in the fucking morning.  So I get home and I go to my room change into my sweet motherfucking blue palm tree pajamas and my comfy black hoody and try to go to bed.  Suddenly, there's a soft rustling outside my door.  Zoey, my cat is pawing at the door trying to get in... she won't EVER stop unless I let her in, but if I let her in, she'll walk around for a bit then paw on the door until I let her out.  WHATEVER!  So I let her in and sit on my bed waiting for her to get bored and want to leave.  But 10 minutes later, she doesnt want to leave.  So I lay down.  2 minutes later she's pawing at the fucking door.  GOD-MOTHERFUCKING-DAMNIT!  I let her out.  I lay down.  I still feel sick as shit.  And I finally come to the realization that I cannot fall asleep.  So now, I'm down here, in this freezing basement, bitching to approximately 2, possibly 3 people that know about/read my xanga.

So there you go.  That was my shit day.  And on top of all of it, that $20 in my truck gave me just over a 1/4 of a tank of gas.  Which is not enough to last me thorugh the week.  And I'm all the fuck out of money.  Fuck the world.  Someone save me before I put out another cigarette on my ankle.

-Dave, one pissed off mother fucker.