The Diary of Antoine Roquentin

> Nine Inch Nails – Kinda I Want To
> The Cardigans – My Favorite Game
> Portishead – All Mine
> Audioslave – Show Me How To Live
> Sheryl Crow – Soak Up The Sun

Hm. Can’t remember when the last time I blogged was, but it couldn’t have been too long. Let’s see–oh yeah! I got the job at the Triplicate!!! Yay!!! I so hope I’m good at it. I take a drug test in Brookings on Tuesday, and they should have the results by Wednesday morning, so I should start then. I’m so stressed. I went to Wal-Mart and bought a kind of work-ish outfit. I hope it’s not too formal. I’m going to wear my blazer. I would buy some good clothes, but the only place I can get these is the internet, and they’d arrive after I started. So it’s moot. My mom sent me $50, whihc was inordinately helpful. I need to deposit it though. And I can’t do that until Tuesday. Tuesday I’m going to have to get up around eight, drive into town, cash the check my mom sent me, take out $20, stop at home to find out where the Chetco Medical Center is, go get gas at Lucky 7 on the way, then go to the Medical Center place by eleven, take my drug test, and go home. It will be arduous. I’m logging on to the online phone book to see where the Medical Center place is. Holy shit, it’s not in the online phone book! What the fuck? Where is this place? I’d better fucking find out by Tuesday. He did give me a phone number, maybe I’ll do a reverse search. Fuck. I can’t find the paper he gave me. Yay! I found it!

Chetco Medical Center
585 5th St, Brookings, OR 97415
(541) 412-9800

Coolness. Hm. Oh yeah, well that night we got pizza, then we went to Wal-Mart and we got a big tent because we were going camping that night, then we went back to the clubhouse and hung out for a while. We saw that the carnival thing was going, so me and Sammie were all “OMG OMG We have to go on the Zipper!” So around 10:30 we headed over to the carnival. They were closing, but they let me buy tickets. It was SUCH a ripoff, like $5 a ride, but I bought tickets. Sammie didn’t have money though and I was out of money so we didn’t get to do it.

The next day, we were supposed to meet at the fairgrounds at six. I was early and they were late, so we didn’t rendezvous for a while. Tawna brought me candy cigarettes!!!! They were so uber-gravy. I want to get a crapload of candy cigarettes and eat them all the time. I’ll fill my cigarette case with them. That would be so gravy. Me and Sammie were so excited!!! We got to go on and it was so fun!!!! It was so better than sex. I mean, sex has an end, but you can go on the Zipper a million times. Well after that we went back to the clubhouse for a while. I played on the Net for a bit, but there wasn’t really anything to do, so I went home around ten.

Today I didn’t really do much, just wore my navy blue old man pants I bought at Wal-Mart and a black shirt. I watched this great movie called Waydowntown. It was so uber-gravy! At one point in the movie, these characters are walking around while a French version of “Downtown” is playing. It’s a must-see. I talked to Trisha today, we’ve been talking a lot more since she got back from Florida. We should so hang out sometime. She just signed on to MSN instant messenger. I keep trying to sign on to AOL, but it hasn’t been working. Poo, nobody cool is on AIM.

I feel a bit sick to my stomach. Hmm. I think I had too much dairy today–a big hunk of cheese and a bunch of real ice cream. Oh crap. Bathroom break. Okay, back. Definitely too much dairy. Portishead is on. It ususally puts me into a crappy mood. Changing the track. Ah, it’s Audioslave. They had these sucky lyrics oozing with Christian references, so I went online to see if they were a Christian band, and I read this article with a phrase that stuck in my head forever. It was something to the effect of they aren’t necessarily a Christian band, but their lyrics “stir my faith.” Stir. That is a damn interesting verb. I’m picturing a fat loser in a black t-shirt jiggling all over mouthing “Show me how to live” into an imaginary microphone. Stir. How does one “stir” faith. That’s weird shit. Oh, I found out that Liz is transferring to Southern California to go to some other college. (No people, not a 4-year–that would imply she passed her classes, just another community college.)

Ah, Sheryl Crow. I really don’t like this song, it’s so devoid of any lyrical quality whatsoever, but I guess I have to like it just because of the artist. I loved Sheryl Crow when she came out with her first album, with its’ gritty acoustic guitar and lovesick lyrics. She supposedly had a “battle with depression.” Apparently prozac won and she’s turned into a mindless pop princess loser. I think it was about ten minutes after the song’s debut on VH1 that I heard it in department stores. Sad. Next track. Oh, it’s over. How sad. Ah, Jeff (prankstrofluv) is online. I should post this for his edification.