So today was my last class. I got out a little early because all we had to do was turn in our last essay. Next week all I have to do is turn in an essay on Monday, take an exam on Wednesday and another on Friday and I am done for 2004. Don't remember what I'm taking in the spring, but I'm pretty sure it's gonna be a bunch of crap I really don't wanna take. I really wish I didn't have to work tonight so I could just sit at home on my ass doing nothing, but whatever. Tonight is gonna be boring as fuck. Closing down Walgreen's is gonna be somewhat gay, then after that I'll probably be too tired to do anything since I've been up since around 6:45. Gotta piss pretty bad, but I really don't feel like getting up. I might read some for my exam next Friday, it's really the only one I'm even moderately worried about. but I'll probably just go to sleep until I need to be at work. Who knows...I've completely run out of thoughts here. Later.
So this weekend was pretty nuts. I went out to Mike's to hand out with him and Shields early ass Saturday morning after I got out of work Friday at like 11:30 something. It was cool seein Sheilds, hadn't sen him since the wedding, which wasn't that long ago, but whatever.
Made a splint for my finger out of a popsicle stick and some hockey tape. It looks kinda absurd, but I'm pretty sure it's broken and keeping it stable is good to do. It's a pain int he ass typing now though because whenever I try and use it to hot a key, I usually hit the key right above the one I was going for. Whatever.
Cougarbear scripting has been going about as good as one could wish for, if only we had enough money to make the movie not suck, the we'd be set. Unfortunately, we're all broke so if we ever get this thing filmed, it is going to be the funniest piece of crap ever put on film. I need to go lift tonight. I didn't yesterday because I was with Mike and Sheilds all day, so I definately need to tonight. the Weeki Wachee counter is still in double digits, so I'm getting a little anxious about that. That's about all for now. Later!
Right now I feel like crap. I've eaten like 6 or 7 miniature butterfingers in the last hour and feel like throwing up. Damn delicious candy! I'm bored as shit right now. I need to get a copy of fight club. Maybe I'll call Todd, I think he has it. Lets give it a shot, he can't be sleeping this early. He wasn't. Might hang with him later, he's gonna call. That would surely help to cure the boredom.
Got a doctor's appointment at 9:30 tomorrow morning to have them take a look at my finger. I've broken fingers and toes of all kinds before, but none of them have been as jacked up as this one is, It's clicking when I bend it from side to side. Yeah, side to side, not a natural way the finger should move. The doctor's appointment is only a formality I guess. they're gonna want me to have it x-rayed and all that garbage. I'm not too keen on doctors anymore for reasons obvious to those of you who know me well enough, so whatever this quack tells me, I'm probably not going to listen. I already have it in a ghetto rigged splint, anything else beyond that is going to take a court order to get me to comply with it. If she wants me to stop lifting I'll just laugh and give her one of those "OKs" in the sarcastic voice that Vasu has perfected. I dunno, fuck doctors and fuck fingers, especially the ones on my useless fucking left hand. It being fucked permanently isn't going to hurt me in the future. there isn't anything I do now that I couldn't do in the future with one jacked up finger on my left hand.
I really want to go ice skating. I haven't been in so long, it's nuts. It's not like I'll forget how to do it, It's something I'll always know how to do, and well at that, but I just miss skating I guess. I might go rollerblading later if the mood so strikes me. It's about 65 out tonight, so that would feel good at about 15 miles an hour. My lungs would start to hurt eventually from the cold air, but that's something I can get used to in a matter of minutes. I need to win the lottery Wednesday night, not for any reason other than if I did, I wouldn't have to work Thursday or Friday and I could go ice skating instead. Yeah, right now that's all I really want out of life, just a clean sheet of ice and my trusty skates.
It's actually more like 8 days considering tonight there is nothing to be done and it's gonna fly pretty quickly. I have an American History exam I should study for, but I'm bound to put that off until the wee hours of the morning, like I always do. The test isn't until Friday, so if I study at all tonight I'll be shocked as hell. About the only things I have planned tonight are watching TV and going to the gym to workout. Mike didn't feel like going to the Velvet Revolver concert tonight so that's not gonna happen either. Probably a good thing cause I just noticed today that I'm running a little lower on money than I would like to.
My solution to this problem: Buy a lottery ticket. Yeah, that's the answer. It's composed of numbers I got from a fortune cookie, might I add. The odds of winning the lottery are like 14 million to 1, but the odds of winning using a fortune cookie's "lucky numbers" has got to be even worse. If the Chinese were so good at picking lucky numbers, why wouldn't they keep them to themselves??? Yeah, that's a question for the ages. My plan, should I win (having a plan is always a good idea, even though whenever a plan is in existence it means that something is going to go wrong and it won't work out right, i.e. me not winning the lottery), is to call the people in my contacts list in my phone at random until someone answers and that person and I are going on a month long excursion around the world. Sounds like it could be fun, but lets face it, I'm just not that lucky. I dunno, maybe someone up there likes me, but probably not that much.
So there are only 3 more days of work until I get to go to Weeki Wachee. Looks like the high for the weekend is gonna be somewhere in the mid 60s and the low will be around 40ish. It's gonna be a great trip. I guess I'll have to keep warm from the inside out. Gotta work in like 20 or so minutes. Not looking forward to going there, but certainly loking forward to leaving. Got a dentist appointment tomorrow in PC so I'll be jettin off there right after work. Gonna change in the parking lot then take the hell off. I should make it to PC sometime around 2 AM i figure if I don't get pulled over, which I'm not planning on, but hey, sometimes it just happens. Well, I gotta finish my ice cream and go. Later
Needless to say I'm pretty excited about that. My dentist appointment today went about as well as a dentist appointment could go. I was in there for about a total of 30 minutes, which for a dentist is pretty damn good. No cavaties and she even said I have beautiful teeth. Not that it really matters, but from a dentist, that's a pretty good compliment. Tomorrow I'm going to get some supplies for weeki wachee. There's a list around here somewhere of stuff that I intend to bring. Pringles and doritos head the list of things that I can buy, so I'll probably stock up tomorrow. Get about 4 cans of pringles and 2 bags of doritos. Maybe a box or two of noodle-roni or whatever the hell that shit is called. Pasta, yeah Pasta Roni, that's definately it. No way will we need that much chips, but it's better to be safe than sorry. According to the good people at The Weather Channel, there's a forcasted high of 70 with a low of 30 for the weekend. Since we'll probably be sleeping most of the day and awake at night, the low will probably be much more of a factor than the heat. I'm gonna make sure I wash my sleeping bag and take that along because I'm not really sure if there's a heater there and even if there is, it might not work. most of my christmas shopping is done. All I need to do is get something for Mike and Kate. I know what I'll be gettin Mike, but Kate is gonna be tough. Maybe something out in El Paso. Hell, I don't know. I'll think of something. I haven't been a very good brother in recent years as far as gift giving goes. For now, I think I better get some sleep and rest up for this weekend. Only two days away, my mind isn't on anything else. It's gonna be fun.
Oh yeah, before I forget. Tonight on my ride home the cops had I-4 blocked off around Lakeland, something they love to do so much. So I'm thinking "hey, I'll take 92 to Lakeland Hills Blvd. and take that to I-4 5 miles down the road. Yeah. I guess in the Hurricanes they street signs either got taken down, destroyed and enver replaced, or just stolen because it's in the middle of the ghetto, but I never found Lakeland Hills. I ended up smakc inthe middle of Crack Country. I finally see a sign saying I-4 to the left, so I take the left turn. What I thought was crack country was only the beginning. SOme shady characters were all around the place, kinda creeped me out. So I'm on this road for a good 6 or 7 miles and no sign of anything even close to an interstate. The road merges with state road 33, which is at one point Lakeland Hills blvd. SR 33 has two points on it where there are on ramps for I-4 so I'm thinking "yeah, I've gotta hit one of these. I turn right, and just as I think I've turned thr wrong way, another left turn I-4 sign jumps out of nowhere. I was doin about 60 and there was no one around so I just went for the turn, fish tailed like a bitch, almost went completely sideways at one point, and somehow made it onto I-4 without being gang raped by a bunch fo scary Lakeland crack heads. Man, fuckin cops blockin off I-4 have gotta get a new hobby.
Man, Weeki Wachee was such a relief. If there's one place that can litterally make you forget everything in your life for a weekend it's a trip there with Josh, Collin, Mike, Steven, and Clay. Well shit, going with any combination of people would still probably do it to me, those just happen to be the people who came up this time. I had a doctor's appointment this morning. It was pretty much a waste of my time. They told me to keep doing what I'm doing. But it's kind of a good thing I had it so I didn't have to work today.
I'm back in Orlando right now. The euphoric feeling which overcame me the entire weekend is long gone. All I'm thinking about now is how much the next week is gonna suck. I'm here alone, in a place where using the heater means the fire alarm is going to go off because of all of the damn dust built up on the heating elements and now also has a leaky sing which just soaked my socks and pant legs and left my feet even colder than they were before. Since I don't feel like waiting out the heater to see when the smoke will stop, I just don't turn it on, I could deal with the smell of burnt dust, but the ear piercing noise is too much for me, I'd rather not feel my toes than have to put up with that shit. I forgot my belt at home which means I'm going to have to go to walmart, which I love so much and buy something I really don't need and won't have any use for in a week when I'm home and have my belt.
Working at 8 AM is gonna be tough. It's gonna be fucking freezing when I get up and I'm probably not gonna get to sleep for quite awhile. I'm not really holding work in such a great light right now because that really is the only reason I'm here right now. Everyone else is out of town for the holiday, yet because of that place I'm forced to stay here in solitude. It's just something I'm really not cut out for. I really wouldn't have a problem with it if I had even one other person here with me. Damn it sucks.
I have yet to discover whether or not I'll be working on Christmas day. If I worked anywhere else, the schedule probably wouldn't end on Friday and I would know. Why the hell they do it that way is beyond me. Furthermore, they could at least warn me if I was going to be working, but they're so ass backwards at Walgreen's that they probably won't have the schedule up until Thursday or Friday. I'm going to take the initiative to ask if and when I will be working, should my bitch manager find it in her wretched heart to make me work on Christmas Day and if she doesn't give me a clear cut answer, then puts me on the schedule anyway, I'm seriously going to lose it. I better get to Walmart and find my new belt. Someone is seriously fucking with me, this is all just a big test. It has to be. Reality can't be this bad.
So last night I really had nothing to do all night so I figured "what the hell, I'll work on Cougarbear." We've now got 24 pages which is still 16 short of the 40 page goal we had set to get before leaving Weeki Wachee, but lets face it, that was never really a possibility. I think it's coming along failry well, but what we have so far in the overview of it is not going to come close to 90 minutes of film. We're definately going to have to come up with some more material to put in there. Jimmy got here today which, sadly for both of us, is great news. He's gotta work 1-11 on Christmas Day so he's not leaving until after then. It kinda sucks that we're here, but at least we're not in solitude, so it won't be quite as bad. I think I'm gonna go play a game of NHL 2002 and pay my January rent before I work at 4, so I'll catch you later.