Fri, Aug. 21st, 2009, 12:17 am
This week has been dragging on. I've been kind of down for the last couple days, but I think I feel better now knowing that I am paid tomorrow. Two weeks is a long time to wait in the poor house.
I've been killing alot of time this week. It seems like that's all I ever do. My roommate Alex has addicted me to Call of Duty: World At War. I see Nazis every time I close my eyes. At work I've been doing less and less. I started reading Dubliners and stopped with three stories left. Joyce just doesn't do it for me. Now I'm on The Plague by Albert Camus. I really just can't get enough of him. I plan on reading the Fall sometime soon, though I think I'm going to go for the Catch-22 and the Jungle Book next.
I'm watching Shakespeare Retold, a series of films made for BBC, modern takes on Shakespeare. Much Ado About Nothing was good, Hamlet is a little weird. I don't think I like it, save for the "3 Witches," depicted as 3 garbage men.
School starts on Monday. Strange feeling.
Sun, Aug. 16th, 2009, 01:18 pm
Noooooo! That was totally my idea.
Fri, Aug. 14th, 2009, 12:09 am
School starts on the 24th. I go to the wedding on the 28th, come back on the 1st. I'm going to miss a day of school. That's all that's really going on right now, I didn't even really need to type it up. It's everyone else that seems to have a problem remembering it.
I fucked my bank account up. It sat there with $11 for about a week and I thought I had just dodged the bullet by catching it there, but then on Monday I got a call and checked the online banking to see that two transactions came out of the ether and fucked me. Two $38 NSF fees. So now it's sitting at about -$90. I started going to the plasma place again after that. And today I made an extra $10 for delivering some of the roommates' furniture she sold on Craigslist. I've always wanted a pickup for this exact reason. Not making money per se, but for the fact that I always need to haul shit somewhere.
Other than that, nothing going on. Laying low because of the cash situation. I've been reading so much that it's become an addiction. Today I was faced with not having something to read at work and had to borrow something from the roommates' shelf. Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, Douglass Addams. He has a good writing style, I'll give him that. Previously, I read A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess and Hot Water Music by Charles Bukowski. Both really good. The former is written in a very convoluted slang that takes a while to decipher. The latter is a collection of short stories, vignettes if you will. All very autobiographical, I know from watching a documentary on Bukowski. Modest Mouse was right, he was an asshole.
I don't remember what I read before those two, but it might have been Exile and the Kingdom, by Albert Camus, which I think I previously mentioned.
Sun, Aug. 9th, 2009, 08:24 pm
What an exhausting weekend. Yesterday was the worst day I think I've had in a long time. I was all excited about having the truck back on Friday, and I woke early to drive to work for the 7am morning shift. And the truck wouldn't start. Then it would start, but I couldn't get it to keep running. I made it about 2 miles before turning back. After waking my roommate up, I only ended up being eight minutes late, but I was already starting my day livid.
At work there was unbelievable bullshit awaiting me. I've described it to people so many times already I don't care to go into the particulars; it will only serve to get me worked up again. Let's just summarize by saying too many stupid people are put into positions where they have the power to make decisions.
After work and after being literally angry all day long, I worked hard to relax. I took Bleu the dog out to a dirt path I had seen skewing off the main road nearby, which cut through the woods and opened up onto a nature reserve trail. It could have been lovely, if not for the suffocating heat & humidity, and the roving swarms of mosquitos. I couldn't pause for a moment without having them slowly floating out of the ether on all sides. Annoying as it was, the walk served its purpose and the dog and I spent all our energy.
Back at home, I decided to tackle the car thing and see if it was something easily fixable. I had one desperate hope, that what the mechanic had said about the gas gauge being off were really true, and the car was just simply out of fuel. That would mean that the gauge was not a quarter of a tank off, as he had guessed, but a half tank. So I got a gas can and put some premium in there. And my luck finally changed. It worked. So I quickly drove it down to the station and filled it up the rest of the way. A huge load off my mind, though one thing worries me: it only took about 5 gallons. I looked online, and it's supposed to have a 14.5 gallon tank...
Today was a better day. Less stressful. Friday was awesome, btw. I was paid, so I went and got my textbook for class, I got the truck back, I stocked up on groceries, and I got some things for my various house projects. I'm taking my time with most of the decorating. Stay tuned, however, for 'Ceiling Leaves: version 2.0.'
Wed, Aug. 5th, 2009, 09:27 am
I woke up with one phrase on my lips: "Fuckin' astronauts."
I was dreaming something about a theater in which people were allowed to come in after hours and put in DVDs. I was the only one in there at that hour, and I was watching some movies and lying half-asleep on the seats. Then this fucking troop of astronaut trainees come in wearing their space suits, sans-helmet, some in yellow and some in white. Their instructors stood up front and immeadiatly turned off the movie I was still watching and put in their training videos. I jumped up from my makeshift bed and started raising hell. The details are fuzzy, but I remember storming out furiously, calling them "worthless astronaut pieces of shit" on the way out. Out in the parking lot was my truck (which I've yet to drive) parked where I had left it, but now it was surrounded by black duffle bags arranged as though the astronauts had formed ranks before going inside and set them down at their sides. On my truck was written annoying little messages in a thin layer of dust, which only furthered my hatred of those tang-sucking little bitches, so I grabbed a bunch of the black bags near the truck, threw them in the back, and drove off- making certain to run over as many of the other bags on my way out as I could.
There was another dream before that was just as strange and emotional, but now I can't remember it.
Tue, Aug. 4th, 2009, 09:42 am
I rated my former apartment online. Here's what I had to say:
"Let's start with the short list of plusses: Ample parking, great location, water and gas included in rent.
The cons: The rent is far too high for what you're getting. The plumbing is regularly faulty, the facilities and exteriors are always dirty, the maintenance never fixes anything unless it is an emergency. Some units have laundry machines, the rest have to use the filthy laundry room wherein most machines don't work and frequently are robbed for change and clothes. The leasing agent(s) are helpful, but the owner is completely uninterested in helping any of the tenants and threatens with legal action whenever convenient, to intimidate young unexperienced college students. Bottom line, you can find bigger, better apartments in Gainesville for less money."http://www.apartmentratings.com/rate/FL-Gainesville-Country-Village-Apartments-961413.html
I tried to be as non-specific to my own problems as possible. I should have had less scruples, since the apartment complex obviously went onto the site a couple times and rated themselves as awesome.
Mon, Aug. 3rd, 2009, 08:30 pm
I think that I like Press Secretary Gibbs. I like how you can see in his face when he thinks things are ridiculous. Like he's laughing inside.
I awoke this morning to my phone ringing. They wanted me to come in early, but I didn't get there until about 9:30. Work went more quickly than I imagined. I finished the last book that I bought at the library sale back in April. Exile and the Kingdom, by Albert Camus. It was worthy of the Nobel Prize of 1957. I want to get some more from him sometime.
Getting eight hours meant leaving at 6, which turns out to be the most awesome time to leave work. I rode the bus home, went out for a run for the first time in a long, long time*, and watched Jeopardy! and the Daily Show with my dinner. And now I have the rest of the evening to relax. Pretty amazing.
*- Ladies, I know what you're going to say; how you love my ever growing pot. But I have a wedding to go to at the end of the month.
Sat, Aug. 1st, 2009, 11:56 pm
Everytime I come out to my Mom's for a relaxing weekend in the countryside, there is absolutely nothing worth watching on satellite TV. It makes me glad I'm not paying for this in my own home.
I helped my mother mow her lawn today. I'm not sure if it's a kid thing, or just a guy thing- but whenever I go to any of my relatives' houses I'm obligated to do some kind of chore. Fix a computer, mow a lawn, mount *something*... This weekend was the lawn. I took advantage of the situation and brought out some of the furniture I plan on refurbishing. I sanded the hell out of it and made it more sturdy. I'm still mulling over how I'm going to repaint it.
There was a glorious downpour this afternoon. The weather is in it's regular cycle for this part of the country, so it happens often. It's a different experience out here than in the city, though.
I turned in the keys to the old apartment today. Completely moved in to the new one, though not unpacked. I'm holding off on unfurling my boughs on the place until I fix some things. Sanding, painting, repairing. Then I can work on filling shelves and covering walls. The walkthrough went ok at the old place. I thought it looked pretty damned good, but she still put it down for a cleaning. My mother had stayed over yesterday and volunteered to deep clean the whole place. She did way better than I would have on my own.
I've been helping my roommates clean their place so that they can turn over tomorrow. They had alot more work, and it's going to look way, way worse than mine.
Also, today, I went and got a driver's license. I haven't had one in four or five years. In Florida, anyway. I also got insurance (which I seldom had while licensed), and bought a tag for the truck. So I can legally drive down the road. It's a weird feeling- a brave new world for me. I can pass a cop and not quickly worry if he might have spotted me and thought anything was suspicious.
So everything's coming together. Only thing to do now is bide my time and live a little frugal until my next paycheck, 'cause I'm broke as a joke.