posted on April 30, 2004 @ 6:01 pm
"maps," yeah yeah yeahs
"ordianry world," duran duran
"to be with you," mr. big
"all apologies," nirvana
"zombie," the cranberries
"under the bridge," rhcp
so. i totalled up previously-mentioned vet bills, and they come to $462.19: $283.84 for tima and $177.35 for janeane. ouch. hopefully if jennifer wants that $230 back, the dining table, chairs, coffee table, and tv stand i'll eventually offer her will do.
a guy just came to me asking who owned the garages. he had a scraggly greying beard and a few missing teeth, and i thought i perceived a little hostility. it turned out to just be enthusiasm, i learned, as he started in on his grand idea for the fourth of july. he told me of cain and abel's battle of the bands type set-up, then said he'd had the idea of putting a band on either side of each level in the garage. this wouldn't work, of course, because of how badly sounds reverberate inside, but i thought it was awesome nonetheless. "you know, you'd have country and western on one level, hip-hop on another, and the top could be for the most popular bands. i figured with the university, the garage, students getting out of school, we could celebrate and get around the noise ordinance." ha. this guy's my new hero.
he left, knowing now he had to talk to someone (ultimately bobby stone i'd imagine) about using the garage, but quickly returned. "what's your name, so i can mention you?"
":wondering if she wants to be mentioned: chelsea."
"man, i tell ya, we musta been cool parents or something because i meet all these people with different names, and they're all so cool."
while i was ordering food at the drive-through of mcdonald's, my phone began ringing. i was going to just ignore it since i didn't recognize the number, but i figured that'd be a bad idea considering all the applications i'd submitted recently. "hello?"
"may i speak with chelsea?"
"this is she."
"hi, this is"�jesus i'm fucking tired. i can't believe i'm going to be five minutes late for work. why the hell did i take that wrong turn!�"texas state history museum."
"oh! hi!"
"i've received your application for visitor services representative, and we're actually very interested. would you be able to come into an interview?"
"of course."
"how's next tuesday at 4:00 p.m.?"
"perfect!"
"great. have you been to the museum before?"
"yes."
"well the entrance to the museum parking garage is on 18th, just"�fuck, where's my debit card? why am i trying to dig through my wallet with the one hand i have an ashy cigarette in? i should throw it out, but there are still a few drags left. i have serious priority issues.�"pay for your parking. just say you're seeing me."
"oh. um, i'm sorry. what was your name?"
"fran walker."
i think she told me where to go within the museum, but i was afraid to ask that. i didn't want to explain, "i'm late for work because i went the unpreferred route yet am still getting mcdonald's," because, you know, that looks kind of bad. oh well, i'll figure it out.
man, i'm listening to the 90s station at launch. the 90s were so fucking great. early- to mid-90s at least. i feel so old. i know i've mentioned this before, but i don't really readily accept or look for new music. i listen to what i grew up with, and that's just dandy for me. i mean, really, give me a current band better than depeche mode, and i'll gladly retract that statement.
i think this requires no official statement, but bush can "lick my ass" as i've been told the germans would said. i'm so excited i get to vote this year. i feel like brian in the breakfast club:
"why do you have a fake ID?"
"so i can vote."
i saw a bumper sticker today that said, "anybody but bush 2004. word. the only thing this war has done is create prejudices against middle eastern people. it's sickening the way they are treated simply because of a few bad apples. what about timothy mcvey? the unabomber? every outsider who brings a weapon to school? am i to hate all americans now? of course not, for america can do no wrong. fuck that. now everyone in the world hates me because of my government. what's sad is that nothing is ever going to change. whoever is running the country ultimately doesn't matter. america will always think it's superior to every other country out there, and we're always going to be the bully. it's embarrassing.
"fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, you're cool, fuck you."
hmm, not sure where that came from. anyhoot, i don't want to be in some angsty mood, so enough with that. i'm going to a party for a while tonight at bryan's, so that should be interesting. i won't know anyone there other than bryan and laura. =/ then i have to work tomorrow morning at 8:30, get trashed at dana and val's, and work sunday morning at 8:30 also. good thing i slept 14 hours last night. my no sleep thing obviously isn't holding up anymore. ;)