Yeah, so last night I was sitting here, doing pretty much the same thing I'm doing now, eating some combos that nathan left here when he moved out, drinking pint after pint of water, and tooling around on the computer, when Lamas proposes that I go to PC and help him move his heavy ass 40 gallon fish tank out of his apartment and back into his house. At first I was like "I dunno man, I've gotta work Sunday." But then I told him about the dream I had the other night in which I won the lottery and bought a $500 pair of shoes and crashed a Maserati through the front doors of Walgreen's, so Lamas, knowing full well how much of an idiot I really am, offers me 5 lottery tickets if I drive out and help him move his gigantic 40 gallon fish tank. Of course I do it, because I'm such a great guy and an incredible moron, don't get to sleep until about 9:30 AM, and didn't win my jackpot.
So yeah, I've gotta work in 11 hours and can't sleep because I got up way too late. I'm screwed. I really don't wanna work, but the sooner I go there, the sooner I can leave for home. Been packing most of my stuff up and I've got to say, my room looks downright sad. There's nothing on the walls anymore and barely anything on any shelves or the dresser. All I have out is my computer, a pint glass half full of water, an alarm clock, and a stack of receipts from the entire year that I really need to go through and see what the hell it's all from. DAMNIT! I just hit some crazy ass button on the keyboard that made like half of my entry just disappear. What the hell kinda function is that?!?! Who would want to have something on the keyboard that if you accidently press it whatever your working on is suddenly just cut in half? Damn computer! Man, I'm really pissed now. I better go get some more water and chill out for a few minutes. This music isn't helping much either. I need something a little more calm. Ahhh, perfect. "El Boracho." I'm staring at the box right now and staring back at me is the empty bottle of ketel one from my birthday. Why do I still have that thing? It's empty so it really serves no purpose. The last thing I need happening is my mom opening the box for the hell of it, seeing the bottle, and freaking out on me. Yeah, that thing's gone.
Crap, I've got way too much time to kill here. I should try and get some sleep now, but I just put a backpack that I had washed into the dryer. I'll give it like a half hour then hang it up in the shower or something and hope it's dry by tomorrow night so I can use it to take some stuff home in. Yeah, I'm out of stuff to write about.
Actually, I'm gonna go ahead and make a list of good songs that you should definitely listen to. They are in no particular order and are not even the best songs by the band, but they are still very much worth the time it will take you to listen to them, so give it a shot if you haven't already.
"Angels of the Silences" by Counting Crows
"Tangled up in Plaid" by Queens of the Stone Age
"Rodney Yates" by David Holmes
"Tired" by Foo Fighters
"I Head You Calling" by Gob
"You Are the One" by HIM
"Jumping Jack Flash" by The Rolling Stones
"Seven Caged Tigers" by Stone Temple Pilots
"Say 'Ten'" by Reel Big Fish
"No Reason Why" by Pennywise
"All I Want" by Denver Harbor
"Shine" by Collective Soul
"Reckless Abandon" by Blink 182
"Ready Fuels" by Anberlin
"City Lights" by Lucky Boys Confusion
"Under My Umbrella" by Incubus
"A Beautiful Disease" by twothirtyeight
Yeah, so there's a list to kill at least an hour or so listening to. I suggest you try it some day. Possibly right now...
I've listened to this song about 100 times in the last twenty-four hours. It's a really good song. Not quite as good as the original, contrary to what some people might say, but it is still completely kickass, nonetheless. I'm back in Orlando for the night. Gotta work in less than 7 hours. Not too thrilled about that, but at least it means I'll get out and be able to get the hell out of here sooner. It's probably gonna be a boring day. It always is for at least the first couple hours. Today I decided, while I was rotating my tires that it would be a good idea to finally get around to painting my brake calipers a different color. Holy shit. I'm the absolute worst at taking a somewhat easy project and turning it into the most complicated assignment ever. I started off by trying to jack the rear end of my car up on a slanted driveway. Yeah, not much fun trying to stop it from rolling over my head. Then I hurricaned through the garage looking for the other jack stands and making room to put my car in there so it wouldn't be on a hill. So, after all of that I finally get my car up on the stands only to realize that I forgot to loosen the lugnuts on the front wheels, so everytime I tried to turn the lug wrench the wheel just turned with it. So I had to lower the front, loosen the lug nuts, then re-raise the front. The whole job from start to finish took me about 4-5 hours, when it should have taken no more than 2 hours, and that's including the hour of drying time for the paint. I really am a disaster. Man, there's so much shit going on in my head right now. I'm not gonna get to sleep before 5 AM for sure. I don't know what my problem is. I just think about way too much stuff. Anyway, I figure I better give this sleep thing a shot.