kelland

I realize I used to be the comment whore. Now I am just the lazy whore.

Seriously though. I all the time feel the need to write about nothing in particular, and I don't always feel the need to comment on other people's journals... thus... I understand why I haven't been getting many comments lately. Or maybe I am just spoiled. Or maybe everyone still loves me and I am overcome with an overwhelming sense of paranoia. If the latter is true, which it probably is, then nothing has changed. I am still a knot of self-defeating habits and virtues.

IF YOU ARE READING THIS ENTRY AND DIDN'T BOTHER TO READ THE LAST ONE, THE ONE RIGHT BEFORE THIS ONE, PLEASE DO. IT'S A GOOD ONE.

Listening to Modest Mouse. Love them guys.

Down. Down. Down. I am down. The weather actually warmed up the past two days. Yesterday, my only day off this week, I centered my entire day around the temperature range and sunshine, but my plans failed me due to the illness of a friend. He is better now. No one is to blame. I just slept and ate and sat around and showered and sat around more... horizontally on a bed with my eyes closed. Today I wore an extra special extra strange-looking outfit. The fishnets, which were new, caused me great discomfort. Never again. Crossing my legs created imprints on my skin.

Tonight when I was coming home from work, my dad and I witnessed a man across the street being carried out of his house on a stretcher. That man had a heart attack and died. He lived alone. He never mowed his lawn.



I will add more to this piece of shit later.

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Hello, dear readers. It is Thursday afternoon, about 3:17 eastern time, and I am wearing flip flops, listening to Coheed and Cambria on headphones, and eating fettuccine alfredo, which is quite yumsicle. Which brings me to a monumental point. I need spaghetti sauce. Someone needs to buy me some so that I can feast before going to work everyday. Now I need something to drink. Too much buttery goodness.

The smell of cat urine fills my nostrils as I step into the house after exiting Sara's car. It is mostly because the weather has gotten warmer. The warmer the weather, the stronger the scent. The temperature seems to magnify the smell. Anyway. This is the Kelland household. Make yourselves comfortable.

In a little while, I will be sitting at work, most likely bored. But at least I won't be starving. By the way, I guess I never did actually say what it is I do at work. So let me humor you all. I work at a pizza place called Baker's Sports Shack. The eating facility is equipped with a fine dining area, a bar, and a banquet room. It is one of the few sit-down restaurants in my town. I basically answer phones and take call-in/carry-out and delivery orders. I retrieve food for the call-in/carry-out orders and take their money, make change, etc. Basically I just deal with customers. I don't do that behind-the-scenes kitchen work. But that is okay. I like my "area." While it is more stressful, it is also pretty low-maintenence, so to speak.

Now this fettuccine stuff is starting to taste funny to me.

Guess who has a 97 in chemisty? Yeah. I don't know how the fuck that happened. He inflated my grade a few percentage points I think. Oh well. I won't question it for now.

For your entertainment, Kelland's top 10 favorite bands/artists EVER.

1. INXS
2. U2
3. The Smiths
4. Depeche Mode
5. Coheed and Cambria
6. Nine Inch Nails
7. Radiohead
8. Elliott Smith
9. The Cure
10. R.E.M.