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Mar 11, Sun.  Worked from 4-close.  Carmen stopped by on her way down to Florida.  I hadn't seen her since last summer, and I was was thisclose to just not showing up to work because none of my asshole coworkers would cover even just a few hours for me, but instead I went anyway and took an hour long break when Carmen arrived since she couldn't stay long anyway.  She lives in St. Louis with her boyfriend or something now and is researching how to most effectively deal with the thistle problem in Nebraska.
Later on that night, a very troubled customer approached me with a copy of Borat he rented claiming that when he got home to play it, he had found a burnt copy inside the case, and wanted to make sure that I knew about it before he returned it.
Also
Fact:  Johnny Cash's son likes indie movies.

Mar 10, Sat.  Woke up in last night's clothes at 1pm, watched one of those oh-my-god-see-how-normal-suburban-people-look-but-they're-actually-so-fucked-up movies with friends until they left and then I went back to sleep until 5, only to wake up and meet up with them again later that night at a pretty bad post-rock show down town.  In the middle of it, Brittany and I excused ourselves outside to "go smoke a cigarette" and proceeded to amble down the road to Coco's to go eat pizza for half an hour.  When we got back to the show, our other friend wanted to leave anyway.  I definitely wouldn't say that the whole thing was a waste though.  I ate some really good pizza, and somebody gave me a bitchin' Pavement poster.

Mar 9, Fri.  Got suckered into doing something I didn't really want to do all day.  I can't remember what it was.  Just that it involved me being a sucker somehow.  Well, whenever I got done doing whatever it was, no one was home, and I was kind of bored, so naturally I decided to get drunk.  And once I did that, things started to happen as they usually do, starting with Brittany calling me up to see if I wanted to meet up with her and some friends at an icecream place.  Like that's even a question.  I love icecream.  And after I was done eating my icecream cone, sitting there with Brittany and the others I thought it would be a good idea to invite them all over to my house so that I could drink more, and still enjoy their company.  Anyway, they all came over, youth was corrupted, shady deals with a certain indivual named "Mojo" were made, big random redneck guys showed up out of nowhere in my house, and if you're reading this Ben, no, it was not the same "friends" as last time (As a matter of fact, I haven't seen those guys since.)  These ones were much cooler, one of them being the afforementioned guy who gave me the Pavement poster, and another spending half the night reading and then discussing my Zombie Survival book.  How that positively reflects on someone's character to me, I don't know, but it does.
Also, I just remembered what I was doing earlier that day.  I was buying some bitchin white and orange shoes and an old 1960s "The Life of the Seashore" book with pretty pictures at Goodwill, and then (this must be the part where I felt suckered) went to four different stores looking for a new cellphone charger that doesn't seem to exist anywhere except for the barely working one that I own.

Mar 1-8.  I was either at school, working like a little Hollywood Video slave automaton, or arranging for and overseeing the disposal of Nina's car.  It snowed a lot the previous weekend, and Nina totalled her car when she lost control of it on a patch of ice while she was driving to the Girl Talk show that we had been looking forward to for a while, but consequently neither of us got to see.  Also I had to help some kids out in some country middle school with their homework for a couple of days as part of a mandatory community service project for a class.

Weekend before that was just more drunken antics, that nobody should bother to read, but I'm writing anyway because I crack myself up when I think about how much I pissed that girl off when I walked into her pristine parents' house and the first thing that I did was light up a cigarette and mess with her epileptic cat.   Although, I am a little bit sorry, because I generally try to make good first impressions with people.  But c'mon, I had just lost an entire week of my life to midterms, and who wouldn't be acting a little bit crazy after that.

I can feel it.

The rules:

1. Grab the nearest book. Beat it against the desk until it submits.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 4 sentences on your LJ along with these instructions.
5. Don't you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest.
6. Tag five people.

"She recalled exactly which road to turn off to get to it.  She knew that Bailey would not be willing to lose any time looking at an old house, but the more she talked about it, the more she wanted to see it once again and find out if the little twin arbors were still standing.  'There was a secret panel in this house,' she said craftily, not telling the truth but wishing that she were, 'and the story went that all the family silver was hidden in it when Sherman came through but it was never found. . .'
    'Hey!'"

--Flannery O'Connor, The Complete Stories

I tag...I don't know...I don't think there's even five people who read my lj who haven't done this yet because ya know, I'm just so last week like that.

Random: I actually sat up in bed a couple of nights ago because I was struggling so hard to upright myself against a force holding me underwater in a dream. That was fun.