I wake up to the phone ringing and hop out of bed.
I end up stepping on a three ring binder which causes me to slide a little and fall on my left knee.
I tried getting up but ended up falling on my left knee again; like I couldn't walk at all.
I was just sitting there thinking, "What the hell is going on with me?"
I got really scared, haha.
I'm sure none of you know this, but when I was in 7th grade, I stayed home sick from school, and of course my little Filipino aunt who was living with us at the time said, "Put on socks; they'll keep you warm."
So I did.
I was in the kitchen and I started seeing stars.
Not knowing what to do, I walked over to the living room, about 30 feet away so I could lie down on the couch.
While I was walking there, my speed started picking up, unintentionally.
I slipped on my socks, busted my left knee, and also hit my jaw.
Nothing happened to my jaw; it just caused my lower lip to get cut up by my top teeth. Hot.
And my busted knee continues to hurt to this very day whenever something knocks into it.
So what I really could have just said was:
"My knee fucking hurts like hell right now, I have to clean my room, and I fucking hate Mondays."
Holy deposit slips, Batman. It's Saturday Sunday (it was Saturday when I started).
So I decided to change my layout, since Miss Chelsey Foster decided to steal mine. She is a thieving individual. As 30H!3 would say, "Don't trust the ho, never trust the ho..."
(JUST KIDDING (but not really...))
I really have nothing to say about today except that I thoroughly dislike my job and can't wait for it to be November so I can fucking quit.
What do I do? I work at a church rectory. Yeah.
I realized how much I hate it today when:
- this one priest who works there who I thought was a bit odd, but still alright, came in and was almost yelling at me for being late (I was 10 minutes late. Sorry for not having a car and having to walk over there), and then when I was actually doing my job by asking him a question someone called about, he said, "I have no idea." You're supposed to know these things.
- someone called asking to talk to a priest about the special mass today (Francis Cardinal George came), so I went to the kitchen where he was and said, "Someone is on the phone, wanting to talk to a priest," and he said, "Tell them I'm busy." That's been maybe the fourth or fifth time he's done that. And then I feel like a total dumb ass, telling the person that there was someone there, then saying that they're not available.
- people call asking about things like CCD (Sunday School) or something that I wasn't trained to handle (I wasn't trained at all; we just had to answer phones) and I have to sound stupid and say, "I'm sorry, I have no idea" because I can't ask one of the priests because for some reason, they're never around, and sometimes I get an, "Alright, thank you" or a "What do you mean? Go find out." Yeah, peace be with you too, you bastards.
- the head priest comes in saying that he's going to replace me if I'm late again. And then I cried a little when he left. You know what? Maybe I just won't come into work. Fire me. I've been waiting 3 years for it.
The only reason I'm sticking with it is because I desperately need the money, which isn't much ($7.50 an hour, but I work an average of 3 to 5 hours a week) and one of the girls who works there has volleyball tournaments or practice every Saturday until the middle of November, so I have to take over.
I need to find a job downtown. It's going to be so difficult, and I'm pretty much swamped with school but I really need the money.
I'm trying to save up for school, obviously, but there are a few shows that I wanna go to, but they're a bit pricey, like Ben Folds and Jack's Mannequin/Treaty of Paris.
Not enjoying life at this moment.
I did enjoy life most thoroughly last night though.
Went to the Conaway Canter with Heather, which was cool, because we haven't actually hung out since Mobfest.
We met up with Claire, Kady, Lindsey, Kat, and a couple of their friends from their building.
Amanda, Agata, and their friends came as well.
Then Drew showed up and hung around with us.
We ate barbecue chicken pizza and drank little shot glass sized cups of this tea that tasted like apple juice (which prompted me to later purchase a bottle of apple juice at 7-11 after the show).
Danced to Kid Color, jammed to Matt and Kim (who I surprisingly enjoyed; they've just got so much energy, and they're funny as hell (Matt mostly)), and had an all around bitchin' good time with Ludo, as per usual.
My favorite part of their set was during "Hum Along," where the crowd sings "Maybe you'll be kidnapped by pirates..." because only a select handful of us knew it, so it was very cute. :D
After the show, I found Rac and Nickolas, who I didn't know was coming, so I was pretty stoked when I saw him. We hung out for a bit until they started kicking us out.
Heather and I took the Blue Line back, but of course, she forgot to inform me that they were doing construction (I don't take the L on weekends) and we had to get off at Addison, 4 stops from where we were gonna get off.
So my dad came and picked us up. Whew.
That's pretty much it right now.
Sorry it's pretty long.
(That's what she said. Am I right? -high five-)
I'm in dire need of sleep, so I guess this will finish it off.
Kudos if you read this all.
P.S. I lied. Here's a video of "Please." I don't think I've ever heard them play it live. Speaking of which, I've never heard them play "Mutiny Below" live, so...they better get on that.
I also have one of "Topeka," but you gotta go here for that:
So. Holiday Parade put out a song called "Slam Crunk," and it's a "rap mash-up cover." It goes from "Sweetest Girl" by Wyclef Jean (SINGIN' DOLLA DOLLA BILL, YA'LL) to "Baby's Got Back" by Sir Mix-A-Lot to "Crank That" by Soulja Boy. It's got a nice sound to it and the singer's got a great voice. It's just amazingly catchy.
Download it. It's free. You'll love it. Trust me. (Did I just rhyme?) http://www.purevolume.com/holidayparade
Yesterday was such a tiring day. I completely forgot to read the Malcolm X essay for English, and of course, we get a quiz on it. -_-; Went to Chipotle, which of course, was fucking delicious, seeing as how I haven't had Chipotle since last summer.
Honestly, Friday can't come fast enough. Oh, what's Friday, you might ask?
I haven't seen these guys since Warped tour, and that didn't even count. It was so packed in there, I could only see Convy, so you could say I'm pretty stoked.
The 28th can't be here fast enough either. I'm so so so so so excited for this:
:D Everyone should be there. What's good about it is that no student I.D. is required. You just go and have a bitchin' good time with free food and free tunes.
Yeah, so I guess I'm gonna leave soon. I've got drawing from 6:00p-9:50p. I know, right? Regardless of class times, I really think I should start getting up a little bit earlier. But I don't think that's going to happen.
P.S. On my way to the bus yesterday, I almost stepped on two cicadas doing the nasty.
Yeah. I really hate Mondays. Like I said, I woke up around 1, which I thought would be fine, but for some reason unbeknown to myself, it severely threw off my sleep schedule. I'm usually up until 3 at the latest, but I didn't get to sleep until 5-fucking-30.
I woke up at 12 and it is almost 12:40. I really don't know what I've been doing for these past 40 minutes. God, I'm out of it.
I have class until 9:20 tonight, so we'll see how that goes. I might just buy a huge vanilla iced coffee again. That seemed to work well.
"Uh oh. Sounds like somebody's got a case of the Mondays."
I do, actually, but not in a sense where I'm bitching and complaining about early morning school/work. I hate Mondays because I don't do anything. I woke up at around 1 p.m. today, just because I could. I sit around the house and maybe clean up a little. Everyone's in school, so I can't do anything. My birthday's on a Monday this year (exactly 3 weeks). Will I have fun? Probably not.