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This weekend was pretty whacked out. I went to visit a friend in
Conway on Friday... played some volleyball at a mutual friend's
place... got a bajillion (literally) stickers in my feet, some of which
still reside deep inside, and have made little infectious sores... and
the extra trippy part, you ask?
I got back and had two messages on my answering machine. One,
left at 4:36 Saturday MORNING, and the other at 4:37, just a moment
later. Who were they from, you say?
Satan.
Man, you honestly have to hear them... they aren't someone's voice I
recognise, and there is all of this garble... it's hard to explain, but
I would seriously not be freaked out if I thought it was human.
It DEFINITELY was the most demonic thing I've ever experienced... and
it still really freaks me out, actually.
Anywho, that's that. Other things happened, but I'd rather not go
into those. Lots of drama... and even a little drama is too much
for me, so we won't go there. Overall, a very fine weekend
though...
... Other than the fact that Satan stalks me now.
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Gah... someone shoot me in the flippin' face. "I'm on my knees... pretty, pretty please."
</namethattune>
So yeah... that's cool. Whoa... you're kidding, right?
Anyway... what I was saying earlier. Today wasn't that
good. Final grades were posted, and I had two D's, a C, a B, and
a W (from a class I dropped). Oh, and did I mention the F in my
Bible class? I... hate... Bible. There is no reason for it
to exist. It only hinders student's grades. It's a
two-flippin'-hour course, which should be in most cases a five hour
course, and it has so much freaking pull on your GPA, it's not even
funny. IT'S NOT SOMETHING I WILL NEED. Don't get me
wrong... I mean, THE Bible is great... it's God's word. Without
it, Christianity would not exist. However, the class version of
this "Bible"... nada. Life would go on, and we would all be
happier. We shouldn't be forced to study the Bible... it should
be something we do on our own terms. Not something that is a
determining factor on whether or not we pass or fail. I hate this
school...
Right... so... moving on. =D Sometimes you just have to get things out.
As for other things, I'm taking Computer Graphic Design right
now. Basically, a project that I worked on for three days
straight that was due today was flushed down the poo-pipes. I'm
not going to go into long detail, but I linked some images together,
and accidentally deleted the linked images... hence, my project was
VERY incomplete. I'm quickly falling behind in this class, and I
have until next Saturday to get back in motion. Did I mention the
fact that there are three more projects, in addition to the one which
was already said, due before Saturday as well? One is due on
Monday, for that matter. Have I started on it? No.
Why? Because I've been at work... being yelled at for
accidentally not making my rounds to this guy's table. He wanted
to leave, and I wasn't there, so he was pissed off. He left me a
dollar tip, as a sort of metaphorical nose-shoving-in-poo, but I
couldn't have cared less about that. What upset me was my boss
getting flustered about it. He said a few things that just
brought me down... because I'm the sort of person who beats himself up
over stuff when people tell me that I'm wrong, or I messed up. I
lost whatever pep I had left at that point...
Which reminds me, I didn't have a whole lot of pep today anyway.
I was so sleepy... I fell asleep around six in the morning yesterday,
woke up at seven-thirty for class, got out at one, went to the doctor
with mom (took a thirty minute nap on the way there), and felt even
more disoriented afterwards. I was stumbling around like I was
drunk... seriously. It was bad. I felt so weak... so
narcoleptic. Eventually, we went to Chi's Express though, and
instead of getting a water, I got a Diet Coke. That thing woke me
up somewhat actually. I was quite surprised. Normally it
doesn't really phase me... at least, not noticeably.
Then, I got in from work... watched a little of The Chapelle Show with
Utley, and typed this. =D Man, I'm so accomplished.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go vomit until my head explodes.
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Well, it's been a long day... and when I say "long," I mean
supercalifragilisticexpialidocious-long. Twelve hour shifts
really take my breath away, but not like the Berlin song.
It's really depressing working there right now. I just have that
whole incompetence feeling radiating from me constantly. I
realise that some day I'll know how to do everything, and do it
efficiently, but that day is not now... and I just feel so weak ask
everyone to take time out of their important tasks to help me. It
just makes them go home later. In my mind, I feel like everyone
has to stay so late at work because of me, and it didn't really help
that the first two days I was working on my own were the two busiest
days that Docs has ever experienced. I can't think of a clever
quote about having to work up to things like that right now, but I'm
sure you can... you're probably actually competent.
On another note, I'm really not quite used to Lindsay Lohan being in
the corner of my apartment yet, and it scares the crap outta me every
morning when I wake up and my eyes see some figure in the shadows of my
fridge. They focus, and it's this girl, scaring the gee willikers
out of me. =\
So yeah... this guy asked to stay with me tonight, and I told him
sure. He came up to Docs while I was at work and asked if he
could have the key to move some stuff into the apartment. He said
he'd be in the apartment when I got there. I told him I'd rather
that he just unlocked the door, and then to bring me back the key when
he was finished. He obliged, and went on his merry way.
Well, I forgot about it... and I finally finished everything I had to
do, took my money, and came to this humble apartment, known as
"home." I didn't see his truck when I got here... and the lights
were the way that I left them when I went to work... off. I
figured if he had even been here at all, they would be on.
Definitely couldn't find him, and he didn't answer his cell
phone. Considering that the campus is a complete wasteland now
since everyone graduated today and left, there weren't any RA's around
to help me out. On top of that, since the dorm parents don't have
any more duties with curfew and whatnot, there was no reason for them
to be awake apparently, so they were asleep. I didn't feel like
waking them... so I was basically screwed. My car isn't really
that comfortable either, since it's a compact sedan made of
tupperware. I just sat outside being destroyed by mosquitos for a
while, and was finally able to get into the apartment. I kind of
need that key though, and it's quite irritating that it's gone right
now because someone broke their word to me. Ah well... life goes
on.
I have to be back at work in about eleven hours... yippee... but, I got
about 120 in tips tonight, so, I guess that I can't complain. =D
I watched Office Space last night after I got in from work. I
think I'm just going to watch a movie every night after work... it just
seems natural. I'm never really that sleepy after work... just
fatigued. And when I say "fatigued," I mean that I want to chop
my legs off at the shins. I think that my legs would actually be
in less pain if I did that, than if I left them on and had these sore
ankles... it's like Docs is the key to success in arthritis.
I wish I had some cheesecake right now. =\
The past two days that I've been at Docs haven't been enjoyable as far
as employee meals go. Since they've been the busiest two days
ever, what with graduation and all (Harding graduated this morning, and
Searcy High graduated tonight), there hasn't been time for any of us to
eat. They've needed everyone to constantly be doing something,
and when we didn't need everyone, they didn't want the cooks to have to
make things for us when they needed to make things for customers...
plus, they didn't want us using plates/ silverware when customers
needed it. Anywho, they bought us pizzas from Pizza Pro last
night, which was pretty cool... they aren't exactly the best pizzas, at
all... but there was a thin-crust pepperoni that was good. Don't
get me wrong... it wasn't Little Caesar's Hot and Ready, or anything,
but it was good. I'll just say, it was probably the best thing
Pizza Pro could produce any day.
I need to get some bread fo' mah sammich.
Well, I have a rather embarassing story for all of you. I ended
up calling HU Security. After about fifteen minutes, they rolled
up on the crime-scene. He unlocked the door for me, and I went
in. About that time, "he" called me. "He" said that he
thought he had left the door unlocked with the key on the
counter. I glanced at the door... unlocked. I glanced at
the counter... key. =( I wept inside.
The End.
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Dave: "Film is not released. It escapes."
Matt: Your mom isn't released.
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Well, as of 12:40 this afternoon, I failed my Acts test. I'm
quite sure of it. Not only that, but I thought I was turning in
all 28 chapter summaries (he only requires 14, so that would've been
some mad extra credit), but as it turns out, I only turned in 14.
If I had actually turned in all 28, I could have faith right now that I
might've slipped by, but also taking into consideration the fact that
he didn't take up that
freaking binder that I mentioned in the post I made last night, I'm
pretty much done for. There is absolutely no way that I passed
that class, unless God decided to have mercy on my soul, and performed
a miracle to make Cloer mix up my grade with some smart girl's.
Yeah... I'm toast. Basically, because I failed that class (which
I'm 99.9% sure that I did), it will make me a part-time student, and
although I have no idea what that means, I'm sure that it sucks.
This entire semester as a full-timer, only to be reduced to a part-time
three days before everything is done.
That test was so alsdkfjslkjf ridiculous. I want to break a windshield or something... preferably with Cloer's head.
I should just eat crap and die. That's all life is
really... Life sucks, and then you die. Actually, that's
not exactly how it was put to me as a wee lad at my friend, Drew's
house, when I was about eight. His dad said it something like
this to us one time... "life's a b****, and then you die." I
don't think that I'll ever forget that. Mmm... what truth rings
so clearly throughout that statement. Screw optimism.
Finger Eleven - Absent Elements.
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