posted on April 28, 2004 @ 4:15 pm
this afternoon i became slightly coherent at 3:20. i worked the overnight shift last night, so i was up for around 38 hours. i think. it's like feeling the difference between 95 and 105 degrees; once i'm tired i'm tired, no difference between 24 hours and 48 hours.
at 9:00 yesterday morning, i went to my old vet's office to get the cats' records in case jennifer wants me to pay her back for what she's paid on them. i then stopped at a store that has giant seven-foot statues of a mermaid and a seahorse, also one about my size of betty boop, to take their pictures. as i walked along the sidewalk holding my camera, a woman working there asked, "do you want me to take your picture with betty boop?"
":laughs: no thanks. i don't like my picture being taken. i'd rather just take hers."
that's why i love austin. if i had $6,995, i could buy a seven-foot mermaid.
i then applied at a vet clinic up north, so afterward i went to the pond in the arboretum to see the ducks and geese. the water, as far as i could see, was stagnant and neon green swirled with black. last summer jennifer called this place a breeding ground for west nile. the sun was up and the wind was blowing, and at a little past 10 in the morning it felt really nice. as i stood staring at the water in wonderment, a mexican boy a little older than myself asked me to take a picture of him and his girlfriend. i walked over to the picnic table where she sat, he sat on the table with his legs on either side of her, and i asked if they were ready. the girl smiled and the boy tried to look debonaire by not smiling, so i shrieked, "smile!" which made them both laugh.
i took lots of pictures of the ducks with their heads buried in their wings, trying to sleep but still eyeing me. one stood on only one of his feet and had a broken wing, and one bird had only one leg. as i ventured in the other direction, i passed a woman and her young daughter, around four, feeding bread to turtles. between the trash and the couple (not mine, however) making out at a distant table, my high began to fade.
i noticed steph had called while i was down there, asking for a ride to class since she'd gotten evicted and was having joshua troubles. her class ended nearly as soon as it began, and since josh was still at her apartment noah grabbed a bag of shrooms and we set off.
at my apartment he poured the heated tea into a child-size cup from burger king and called several people. we went to barton springs, but since i don't swim and it would have been four dollars for us both to get in, we merely walked around a bit before steph called and told us to come back. by the time we reached one of the co-ops to sell back steph's books, noah and i were tripping hard. he'd given me several dry pieces i swallowed like pills. we went to cheapos, and while he made a deal for some cheap LPs, i bounced along behind stephanie gasping over records no one else would ("oh my god! ace of base!").
noah got some records, giving steph van halen (jealousy) and me skinny puppy. we headed to cameron's in rush hour traffic and stayed there spitting out lewd phrases for two and a half hours. a surveyor called his phone, and in his deep voice we heard him say, "hello?
mostly adult entertainment.
26.
i'm a stripper.
richard fitzwell. some like to call me dick.
i only use cash.
no, i only use cash. credit cards are evil.
you sound cute.
:laughs: thanks. you wanna go out? are you in california?
new jersey? bet you're tough then, huh?"
at this point the laughter coming from stephanie and myself was too loud to ignore, and cameron finally broke into laughter himself. thankfully the girl on the phone was getting it.
he re-named my phone several times, including but not limited to: titties and cock, cock lube, and cum cum cum. the one that remains still is "cock rock 4 evr," and steph's is now "jizz rocket." before leaving, cameron said, "chelsea's shrooming, not even laughing at what we're saying. she's just watching the damn bugs in the tree." you really should have seen it, though, a tree full of moths. it looked alive. it was really beautiful.
steph and i went to fiesta (a ghetto, foreign grocery store) to look for boxes for her move. we looked through produce, looking for someone who might know english, but we had to settle for an older man who just understood it. she fed me wendy's, and i got home around 10.
then there was work at 11:45. contributed more to the massive collection of secretive material i'm building, watched akira and captain kronos vampire hunter, left at 7:30 a.m. i read nothing but horrible reviews of the apartment complex i was hoping to move into, so now i'm on a new hunt. i found a one-bedroom townhouse off n. lamar for $25 cheaper, so i'm going to give it a look-see. i drove by after work, and it looks like a cute little building of townhouses, just minutes from work but far enough away so that hopefully it's not all students. there was one really cool vintage car parked there, so maybe i should be friends with them. ;)
this afternoon, picking back up at 3:20, mom called to tell me they're going to dallas for a few days. aunt patty, doug's sister who has been slowly dying of cancer for a few years, may be near that point. they're performing surgery tomorrow to remove her colon and possibly an infected kidney. grandma (doug and patty's mom) is sick now with flu-like symptoms, so she can't even go. after hanging up, as i stood before my vanity mirror trying to fix my hair, i started crying rather hard.
listen up, people, i've met my funeral quota for this lifetime. i've gazed upon the cadavers of three great-grandparents, a great aunt, and a former friend. that's it. i'm not going to anymore, so you bloody well not die. if you do, i'll punch your stinking, lifeless corpse, and if chemical sludge seeps through any orifice or pore i'll laugh and say, "that's what you get, you bastard."
it's a good thing i have no money now; otherwise i would be heavily drugged at the moment.
"look at your scales, your head is on all wrong. i've got monsters on my brain."
<3, chels.
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