1. I’m kind of drunk
2. I just bought the following 3 songs off iTunes Music Store
a: Against All Odds by Phil Collins
b: Umbrella by Rihanna
c: Wait and Bleed by Slipknot
I guess you could say I’m a man of many parts. Or just one fucked up dude.
Vicodin is awesome.
I took a half earlier today for my sore throat and it knocked it down well into endurable levels. I mangled another trying to cut it in half and just took the whole thing.
I feel goooooooooooood. A little warm, so I’m gonna hafta make sure I drink some extra water and take a blanket off my bed.
I was, in fact, so stoned I forgot to post this last night. Tee hee.
This morning when I arrived at the internship the radio was on, playing an ad for a Ricky Skaggs/Bruce Hornsby tour. The ad mainly billed it as a bluegrass event.
They it played a bit of a bluegrass cover of Superfreak.
My brain exploded. It wasn’t pretty.
Yesterday I rode 17.2 miles.
I rode from Lents to Hollywood/
I found out I could get a new unlocked phone with camera and bluetooth for about $150 and a used camera phone for about $80.
I turned my camera in to a camera fixing place, who said they’d have news for me by Friday. Probably. (sad doom face goes here)
On the way from from Hollywood to downtown, I saw my bike computer said I’d ridden 10 miles and thought “Y’know, I really don’t need to go to the gym today.” and rode to school.
*huff, puff*
I’ve decided to give up pop for Lent. It’s already hard. The conditions are:
1: no carbonated soft drinks from now until Easter
a: unless it’s with a meal and there are no other options
2: carbonated energy drinks do not count because I don’t sit at the computer/TV and slurp down four of them
3: fruit flavored carbonated water does not count, because it’s freakin’ water!
I’m up way hella earlier than normal and probably 15-20 minutes from leaving the house. This is a good thing. I actually got to school at 3ish yesterday, which gave me some time to write before class. Double good.
I dreamt that I joined the Navy.
Not when I was young and wanted to join the Navy, but now. In my dream I explained to my dad that it was because of my fucking by PCC. I pissed away 5 years (yes, I checked a box on the enlistement form that said I wanted to join for 5 years, which even in my dream I thought was stupid in hindsight) of my thirties over something that will cost me six months in the real world.
Wow. Was I ever glad to wake up.
I did see a movie trailer in my dream that was fscking hilarious. It was a sequel to Spun, which I watched yesterday, but building on a part that Spun didn’t have. It was the history of some shitty, constantly-flooded town the characters drove through, but the trailer featured some kid water skiing through down being pulled by an el camino. I chuckle to think of it now but I almost peed myself in the dream.
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