this is how gas is consumed

Let me run down my shitty day. First of all, due to late night festivities, i woke up late, and had about 10 minutes to get myself out the door and to the eastside in time for the political science class. This normally wouldnt have been a problem. When i get to 24th street, which is only a few blocks away from my house, there is oddly a TON of traffic thats just not moving. Come to find out in my slow creep up 24th st, that the very last light before you hit the free way is on the whole red blinking light--so take turns going one at a time--jazz. No car crash. No gore. No one holding someone hostage...just a stupid fucking blinking light. This throws me off another 10 minutes.

Amazingly i get to class and in my seat EXACTLY on time. Then i proceed to sit through 2 hours of a somewhat boring lecture (regarding the executive branch..but thte teacher kept going into a bunch of tangents)....i drop my pen fucking countless times in these two hours....so the professor keeps us there the ENTIRE time...usually he lets us go early, BUT NOT TODAY! So then i got to my aunts house down the street and have a piece of bread and some water--no hangover mind you--just that kinda sickly feeling you get with no sleep. I proceed to target where i have exactly 20 bucks to buy about thirty needed bathroom products. Amazingly i accomplish this with three dollars to spare...but the whole shopping experience sucked because i kept having to walk all around the store because i kept forgetting everything. Then i drive from the east side to my mothers work (to return her atm card of which i borrowed 40$ the day before), which is all the way in fucking rosedale...so of course rosedale hwy is a nighmare of traffic, smog, heat and red lights. Give her the card, tell her im gonna go do my sisteres student loan consolidation app at home (which i had been trying to do for the last week, but thier online app site had been down as well as thier phone lines because everyone who has a student loan is trying to consolidate before the rate goes up 7/1/05. After fucking with the app for another two hrs at home, i finally decide to just print it and fill it out by hand. Call mom--she makes me drive ALL THE WAY BACK TO HER WORK so she can send it overnight mail. I get out of my mothers work with exactly 12 minutes to go from rosedale to OILDALE to pick phil up from work--i was about 3 minutes late picking him up.

SO i take him to the store so he can get his daily 3 tallboys and 2 packs of smokes...get home, proceed to fall asleep on the couch for an hour, then phil wakes me up at 5:30 to order me BACK TO THE EASTSIDE to my aunts house because she has made a pot roast and he wants to eat it for dinner. I about blew my top at him and refused...but then i decided to play the martyr and get my ass up and drive to the east side to get the fucking potroast....as i slam the door on my way out i mumbled to myself, "I hope you die," in refrence to phil, and my neighbors just happen to be outside entertaining guests (these people are all like, 19 and very annoying) and they give me this look like i have lost it.

SO i get the pot roast, go back home, throw it at phil, and then fall asleep again--to wake up at 9pm...day wasted. ITS GOOD FUCKING TIMES. This post was too long....and compleatly pointless...why i would want to remember a day like this, i have no idea.

scumbags...

ok...so i'm back from a night of a few beers at morgan and marios house....took justin over there, and what not...and i realize that i have always hung out with creative, boozer dorks. People that like to talk to one another, and think of the wittiest things...and then like to drink cocktails. People who come up with the most intresting ingenius shite, but have to write it down to remember it the next day. I am not complaining--just mentioning.
I think i had a point there...i should have written it down.

I did get a writing subject prompted to me....to create a character to live in an apartment of a big apartment complex (whose tenants will be written by others)....this is a task. I must find a way to outdo the un-outdo-able. I must figure out, and write about, the best possible character...i must think about this. Tomarrow. It will be done. It will happen.

Other then drinks at Morgan and Mario's (or Mario and Morgan's for you mysogynists), nothing in paticular went down today. I happen to come across HARDBALL on CNN or what not today...and they are doing this "church tour," taking hardball to the next level of uber-christian right...and they were talking about these instances of christian repression...and the one and only liberal-type guy (very obvious in a panel of old white conservatives...he was the only young minority--and also of middle eastern decent...how handy)...tells all these christian conservatives, "dont worry--your gonna be ok," as in...you are in the compleate majority...stop whining because you dont get your way on every fucking issue....

jesus christ...the fucking constitution people NAMELY the BILL OF RIGHTS...READ IT!

john turturro is hot.

I got an A on my political science midterm. This goes along with my new dream to be some kind of bad ass congresswoman or something. I looked into Law school today, and decided that this whole public service thing might be a little more difficult then i thought. Phil says I should stick with my original goal of being some kind of bad ass high school teacher/professor. It looks pretty difficult to get into law school--not to mention EXPENSIVE. I'd probably have no one to hang out with because lawyers are all assholes anyway.
Did you know there are only 14 women in congress? AND there are only 2 Mexicans (both men). The demographics in the legislature are so disgustinly white/rich/male. SOMETHING must be done about that.

But back to more important things...i have decided that John Turturro is hot. You learn something new about yourself everyday. Steve Bushemi is also in that category of wierd hotness. Apparently John and Steve are neighboors. Go figure.

"i decided to be a genius"

That movie, "Total Eclipse," is on right now...a little biopic about the writer Rimbaud that i really love. Rimbaud just decides one day to be a genius. Duh--you should try it....kinda goes along with the Kerouac writing philosophy....Under Kerouac's, "Belief and Technnique for Modern Prose--List of Essentials," #29 on the list is, "You're a Genius all the time."

Back to other daily trivia...i woke up very late today, and rushed over to my grandmas house to help my uncle and mom with the whole painting job...my grandma died in february and we're just trying to get the house in order so the family can sell it. The only two points of mention of todays events are : 1) my uncle took a very bad spill off a ladder today that i witnessed up close. Right away (after the first second of confirming he was ok) started laughing our asses off. He said during the fall...in that split second of fall...he was wondering why I wasnt catching or helping him--ME. Then he asked me what his faced looked like as he was falling...fucking wierdo.

Second...me and my mother got into another huge arguement over politics. Arguing is fun with her, because she actually gets MAD, as in emotionally mad, when i oppose her viewpoints. She basically accused me of being a Nazi today--which is totally fucking ridiculous. But anyway, i did get her to admit that she was a democrat once upon a time...baby steps.

Well the clock is set, the clothes are clean, and the sandwich for phils lunch is made. i hate sunday nights...the movie is distracting...anyone who writes should see total eclipse...theres also this movie about f.g. Lorca that was really good. i hear absyinth (sp?) is making a comeback...but you have to import it into the country because its illegal...and 200$ or so a bottle...ah well, another time.

i got forced into this...

i think blogs are pretty ridiculous...and i highly doubt i will be at all productive at this junk...but fuck it, i have offically jumped on the band wagon.

we will see how long this lasts...who has the time to write in these things any way? whatever.