tds

Someone got ahold of my debit card number, and went eBaying. So I got to talk to the WaMu fraud department, forty-five minutes of which was on hold. Everything seems straightened out, and a new card will come next week...but I'm broke until then...and I will have to get to the lake to pick up the card from my parents' house. And really this is just a fucking headache. I might go grey or something for a bit, though. Rest assured I'll be back, and there's always MySpace should anyone desire.

Joe Herr's parole officer is an unhappy guy. Guess how I know.

Had a test in Music that I didn't exactly study for, but I'm positive I passed with flying colors. Easy stuff. Got out an hour early, and got interviewed briefly by the Sacramento News and Review. So I'll be in there in two weeks. The girls doing the interview were kind of obnoxious. Apparently asking things like "Which artist of any era would you want to paint your portrait?" entitles you to be a snotty bitch. The picture will look terrible, by the way.

Acting involved us telling either a joke or a personal story. I went story. I think I'm totally decent at telling stories; I've seen a lot of strange things. I was told (well, he was talking to the group, but looking at me) that it has to be G-Rated and "not have any victims." So I told the story of the girl who thought there were microphones and cameras in all her stuff and would sing at the rearview mirror. Dead silence. Nothing. At all. Even catagogo laughed at that sort of, and she thinks I'm kind of a dork. I only know, like, a handful of stories that are actually funny. But there's a lot of weirdness in this class. And the highlight: the teacher telling me "You know, I was born in Ukiah." I've never been less shocked in my life. He's SO Ukiah.

This no money thing is going to suck for a week.

I'll stop this now. Meh.

Later.