"No, Honey. It only gets worse."

Bottega called me for an interview today. I need to be really optimistic about getting the job. I am very near running into a wall with all the recent financial challenges I've had as of late. After paying court fees, a water bill, anger management fees, and a parking ticket on top of normal living expenses due, I find out that I'm only getting $45 back from my $500 deposit from the management at last dump I rented. I asked my boss-who happens to be one of my best friends-if it ever stops. To which she replied ....

duh

Apparently the petition I linked is closed to new signers. I can't imagine why. Find another, and sign it.

why the fuck didn't prop 8 flop? i'm still hung up on it, and you should be too.. sign the petition.

Yawn

Ok, super-boring-good-news. So, I totally know I passed my psych midterm I took the other day.. however, it was THE hardest test I have EVER taken. The questions weren't that hard.. I mean,, It was open text. The fucking number of questions that were ALL to be answered in essay form was ridiculous.

 Without exaggerating, and maybe even being a little modest, there were at least 40 essay format questions. The class is just over 2 hours long, and I was among all but three of my classmates who didn't finish before class was over. Even when we were given an extension of time, we all STILL didn't finish the test. There were like 2 or 3 boring questions I skipped over and left blank... 

Anyway, that still wasn't the most trying part of the test. It was scratching out words for that long and getting the most intense cramping in my elbow? So, since this was the other day, and I've had trouble carrying dishes and pouring wine ever since, I've decided to group this into a doctor visit that addresses also my Scoliosis  issues that I've been dealing with (or not) quite irresponsibly for the last 4 years. It's probably a temp situation that I've decided to create as key to addressing the other physical and emotional problems that effect me each day.. 

Usually when dealing with any kind of ailment, my strategy is denial, but for once in a long time, I see my approach as a weakness, rather than a strength. Maybe, there's some readjusting to be done outside of my mattress and my posture. Maybe I shouldn't jump off the bar stool and storm out the door to stand in front of a car I misidentified as my potential nemesis'. And if it happens to be her, maybe I should invite her in for a cup of tea and discussion, rather than a stare down in the midst of mutually known passers-by. OH, if ONLY that didn't violate the court order...

The wagon is calling, I'm about to hop on. Are you?

Argh.

I am horrible. Tis the time of midterms, and even after scoring a B- on my Bio Antrho midterm, I'm still not in study mode for the other exams I have coming up...in like, two days. Sigh. 

I can't imagine what's distracting me, there's really nothing super great going on almost anywhere right now. Maybe it's the pursuit of finding something worthwhile that's got me distracted; something to get excited about again. Maybe I should just go see Nights In Rodanthe  and test my luck at getting excited about Richard Gere and Diane Lane's passion filled preformance. I mean, what is NOT exciting about this? Love at it's finest. What a fucking match. 

Ah, yes. The first week of school is over. Now I have a few days until it starts again,  so this weekend I'll start working on some new songs.  

As for things with the band I'm currently playing with, I don't think things are working out. The music is cool, the studio is great (Vending machine with $1 beer? I'll take it!), the guys are so so nice, so what's wrong? Eh, I like to dance and rock out a little. The songs are super complicated, a little mathy, and maybe not what I'd most prefer to be playing/writing while trying to look cute. 

I guess it's back to craigslist. It's so much sifting on there, and usually not finding anything interesting. Maybe now that school is back in session, all the dabblers have moved on and a slew of serious musicians with songs that don't sound like tributes to all nümetal bands who ever lived to scar the face of music have moved in. Here's hoping...

Cheers.

Woah

I can't believe all the sissies in this world. 

If you insult someone deeply and personally, you should expect a slap to the face. You SHOULDN'T then press charges for battery.

Unbelievable. Let's see if the DA doesn't laugh his head off when this passes over his desk.

In better news, I worked my first photo gig in forever on Friday. It reminded me how easy it is to make a bunch of money if I really wanted to. Hmm. Also, Queen Nation's "Freddy Mercury" is possibly the most realistic performance impersonator I've ever met. 

I need to sign up for school. And get seriously academic, and lay low for a while. But only after I go swimming...

Bernie Mac's dead. Weird. He seemed like a good guy. At least it wasn't someone too funny.

OAO

Is this it?

Man, I'm so bummed. I just wrote my very first blog and somehow managed to delete it without saving a draft or actually publishing it. Damn. Maybe I'll snoop around this place and recover it.

I'm thinking a movie tonight. Dark Knight, probably. Though, I have plans to see that in the imax on wednesday. Hmm.

I'll go make a drink and think about the show times, and probably think right through the last showing.

in: ..3...2...1