I was late to school again, so I attended one of two classes
ordered a small fry at wendys and when the guy handed me the bag it came with a sandwich too - their mistake I thought as I ran out of the place, never looking back. the L train was surprisingly not as crowded as usual. the weather wasn't as cold as usual. I went home, praying that the crazy roomate did in fact leave. I snuck in, planning to run the fuck away if she was still there. She wasn't. I am really glad I will never see her again. I start moving my stuff into her room. I live in her room. She left me a small space heater. She left me her christmas lights. I don't think i'll ever be able to forget about her. I want to forget about her. I may have to find a new place to live.
While unpacking, I found the missing one of four cd booklets so I will be importing my favorite songs into itunes - my latest compilation of home demos vol 09 was in there, so I imported the tracks I didn't have.
Mr Bozz emailed me because a student of his said I recorded him. Now he thinks I never went to New York. I have to email him.
Yesterday I emailed Mr Indico asking if any of his electrical tech students are interested in an "internship" - I have two boxes of broken cables and connectors that need simple but time consuming soldering to be fixed. I figure next time I record someone I can have some kid hanging out in the corner and fixing cables. I give the kid some cash and tell him to put me on his resume. Fail safe, right?
then I read some hilarious emails abut this upcoming weekend in south jersey. apparently that "blue eyes" place that opened is having ladies night on friday! hmmmm
imported some type-o-negative
so friendster sends me some message saying some people have added pictures, updated profiles, etc so I go and apparently there's an unread message from september 26th. of course, I replied to it. I also had a friend request. I didn't know people still use friendster! hasn't anyone heard of myspace? friendster is sooooo 2003!!!
sent a message to ian
imported aphex twin
I can hang up clothes now! No more digging through giant plastic containers, not knowing what's dirty and what is clean! I'm hanging up clothes right now!!!
another annoying uninvited friend request from a band on myspace. my reply was "alright! how on earth did you find me? did you listen to my music? what did you think?"
importing the verve!
drinking ginger ale
i never the let my crazy roomate take my picture. she's a photographer, and the only thing she's good for really. she showed me some amazing pictures of people she took, but then again she's old enough to have gathered some good shit. To get her back for breaking into my room I took the liberty of looking through her wallet (which she purposely left in the bathroom knowing I was about to take a shower) and found to my dismay that she was born in 1968. I know a seventeen-year-old who has a wider grasp on reality than this psycho.
I guess your mind really does start to crumble after twenty