okay...I'm gonna start from today and then go backwards...then we'll talk about monday
ready, let's go.
So now I'm all alone again since my father, brother and Poet (see the picture if you have not yet seen the most wonderous creation) have just left from todays visit. We went to the beach and the park and Poet ran in the surf for hours only breaking to sniff other dogs asses. It was wonderful...I already miss them...I will never get over the fact that I had to leave him behind
Saturday went to the beach also, drank with some friends there and was informed that one of the two good friends I have out here is moving back to New York and the roommate he is leaving behind (the other friend I have out here) is so severly depressed, for reasons other than loosing his roommate, that I know he is gonna have a hell of a time getting himself together and figure a living situation something out...anyway that's a long story but it took up my day yesterday and it is still heavy on my mind because come next weekend both of them are gonna have to have their gameplan together and the best case scenerio for this whole ordeal is basically a lesser of the two evil sort of thing. Nothing good will come of it
Friday is the ligher note though so I thought I'd save a little joy to the end. Went and saw the Moving Units and meet up with evil_homer there. The show was rad and it was very fucking rad to get to meet Mr. Homer. After the show I came back to my place to the raucousness that were my friends who were too weaksauce to come with me but felt the need to pressure me to drink far too much with them when I arrived home.
In anycase I don't know what is gonna come hurling this way in the next week...
...Oh yeah, I said I was gonna come back to monday...I start work at the school but I also have a interview that afternoon with the campus library
so I may be looking at upgrading to a better job after only one day of work.
Okay, and next time no more of these "i did this and this and this" instead I'll shoot for one of the classic self-deprecating laments that are much more therapeutic and enjoyable...and that I think i'm better at anyway.
so I sing and I sing of such awful things
the pleasure that my sadness brings
as my fingers press onto the strings
yeah another clumsy chord
-conor oberst
ready, let's go.
So now I'm all alone again since my father, brother and Poet (see the picture if you have not yet seen the most wonderous creation) have just left from todays visit. We went to the beach and the park and Poet ran in the surf for hours only breaking to sniff other dogs asses. It was wonderful...I already miss them...I will never get over the fact that I had to leave him behind
Saturday went to the beach also, drank with some friends there and was informed that one of the two good friends I have out here is moving back to New York and the roommate he is leaving behind (the other friend I have out here) is so severly depressed, for reasons other than loosing his roommate, that I know he is gonna have a hell of a time getting himself together and figure a living situation something out...anyway that's a long story but it took up my day yesterday and it is still heavy on my mind because come next weekend both of them are gonna have to have their gameplan together and the best case scenerio for this whole ordeal is basically a lesser of the two evil sort of thing. Nothing good will come of it
Friday is the ligher note though so I thought I'd save a little joy to the end. Went and saw the Moving Units and meet up with evil_homer there. The show was rad and it was very fucking rad to get to meet Mr. Homer. After the show I came back to my place to the raucousness that were my friends who were too weaksauce to come with me but felt the need to pressure me to drink far too much with them when I arrived home.
In anycase I don't know what is gonna come hurling this way in the next week...
...Oh yeah, I said I was gonna come back to monday...I start work at the school but I also have a interview that afternoon with the campus library
so I may be looking at upgrading to a better job after only one day of work.
Okay, and next time no more of these "i did this and this and this" instead I'll shoot for one of the classic self-deprecating laments that are much more therapeutic and enjoyable...and that I think i'm better at anyway.
so I sing and I sing of such awful things
the pleasure that my sadness brings
as my fingers press onto the strings
yeah another clumsy chord
-conor oberst
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Well, my boss just gave me some new shifts, so I suppose I will maintain my current low paying job instead of moving off to some ritzy porn store gig. Sigh. Wouldn't it be nice to have enough money to buy plain AND chocolate soymilk the same week!? Or get a fucking haircut? I'm so sick of being this poor all the time!
Speaking of which, my record is skipping and I have to go to work... later!
-blush
I liked your diary-style entry. I got to catch up.
How did your interview go at the library?