…is a phrase i will never have to utter ever again, yo! fuck. that. noise. i’m done with the BC bookstore gig. w00t!!! today was the last day, or rather, i got sick and have a cold and due to a completely sleepless night i am bagging off work tomorrow, cutting my losses and bounced out of there with my “Gary” nametag like whoa.
and i’m *still* flossin’ the gary tag. word.
my world is a big swirly mess of craziness these days. i went from allston rock city (::sheds a tear::) to sofa surfin’ in meffid to pseudo-moved into pfoho in just a few weeks. and working unholy hours at the BC bookstore, and running around like a chicken with it’s motherfuckin’ head cut off.
through some stroke of good fortune not only did i get off early at the bookstore on friday, (because i came in early after a drunken night at underbones with adriana) but i got saturday AND sunday off!!! woo and YAY! a real weekend like a normal fuckin’ person. was sooooo fuckin’ stoked you wouldn’t even believe it, partner.
scooter and i went to our house for 2-for-1 burgers and then saw wicker park. i hate josh hartnett, and i wanted to smack every fuckin’ character in that flick save for matthew “love to love to love you” lillard. because i still kinda wanna hit that. the best part of the movie was that they were playing broken social scene in the end credits. i :plain: broken social scene. supposedly the stills are on the soundtrack, but they weren’t discernable in the movie. bastards.
saturday was a swirl of concert tix and frolicking off to the mall. i indulged in some retail therapizin’ like you wouldn’t believe but got some hella cool stuff. i’ve been flossin’ this handcuff bracelet hardcore lately and it is so hot. believe me. also got some spongebob squarepants sheets for the new bed in the dorm…(I HAVE A DORM ROOM! SQUEE!!!) and iron-on letters to make some extra klassy wear. scooter and i made tshirts later and watched mr. show. i had a ghetto fabulous rhinestone shirt but it died. i have a consumer whore shirt, and made a meatbag shirt for aragorn. scooter has a Skank! tshirt now. yay.
sunday found me waking up unholy early after coughing all fucking night and gettin’ ready to head to six flags with scooter and aragorn. and i maintain my previous statements of the batman ride being hella tight. it is so on pointe. aragorn got me “the passion of the jew” ::squee:: it’s so fuckin’ hilarious. post-six flags he & i got some dinner and played The Best Video Game Ever and then watched the southpark. it was nice.
real nice.
::sigh::
