> Ludvig Van Beethoven - Overture “Egmont”
> Ludvig Van Beethoven - “Spring” Violin Sonata

This is actually a good song, although the beginning is about as climactic as a Florida election. Well, I guess for there to be a climax, you have to start out suckily (my new word). I really miss Royce. I want him to be like “I love you so much, and kiss me, and then we’ll have amazing sex all night long.” But that would never happen. He has a strange penis. I can’t deal with–I’m going to call it “the miniskirt.” That will be my new innuendo from now on. Oh, it’s the climax part of “Egmont.” I want to transcribe what’s in my head, but that would disturb the general audience. Let’s just say it’s one of those amazing finishes that only happen in the realm of pornography. Hm. I must go to sleep. I’ve never actually kissed Royce, which makes the fantasy even more fantastical. I find kissing to be inordinately more intimate than sex, so my fantasies about him don’t really involve sex: been there, done that. Sex is just kind of the next logical step after an amazing kiss. Hmm. I’m tired. Must sleep.

This sonata is keeping me awake though. I used to listen to it every morning for a period in high school (I would wake up to my CD player’s alarm feature). It reminds me of Jon, for some reason. Lame. Jon has some boyfriend, Zeb, or something like that. One of those names one prentends were their birth names. He has such infantile notions about sex. Or maybe I do. However, I have to go with the former–since his IQ score would probably be the difference between mine and a perfect score. Gosh, I’m being bad. Daniela infected me with her unflappable egotism. Oh well. Ah, screw it. I can say I’m the Grand Sultan of the Universe if I want to, it’s my blog. I will now address myself as Grand Sultan. Lol. Well, the Grand Sultan is out of things to say, he will retire to his bed chamber to consult the subconsious cabal inside my head. Hasta.

> Marilyn Manson - I Don’t Like The Drugs (But The Drugs Like Me)
> Ludvig Van Beethoven - Symphony No. 7
> Ludvig Van Beethoven - Violin Concerto
> Ludvig Van Beethoven - Symphony No. 8
> Ludvig Van Beethoven - Piano Concerto No. 3

I can’t log in to Blogger–again! Lame lame lame. I’m talking to Charley, if he didn’t live across the world I’d be all “we should hang out.” But I live in Fort Phallus, and he lives in Crescent Shitty. If Royce had a phone, I’d so be callin’ that boi up–but he doesn’t. :( I miss Royce. Actually, I just miss having sex with him. But that’s kind of the same thing–right? Well today was my first day of work (I just wrote school instead). It was a big rush of learning a bunch of things all at once, but I think I got it down. Now it’s all tedious specifics–which I guess is what newspapers are all about.

I’m signing in to my e-mail–maybe that will work. Titty-fuck. I don’t have any messages. *tear* Well, today was hectic. I was supposed to come in around one, so I woke up early (from this scary dream about green flubbery death stuff) and got ready. I went into town around ten I think and blogged. After I called Tawna, CS (Letko) came in and I quickly evacuated. Not thinking, I listed him as a reference on my job application. I’m so glad school wasn’t in session when I applied, or Letko would have made some snide comment about it. He still may make some snide comment, that’s why I dread time alone with him–as I suppose everyone in the world does. Well, after I evacuated from the Drift office I went and sat in my car for a while machinating, and decided to go read Dante in the courtyard. However, when I went to the bathroom, got my book and CD player and such, it was already 12:45ish, so I went back to my car and drove to the Triplicate office. I parked, went in, and asked to see Stacey, the personnel lady. I went in, and she was REALLY nice. She had me do some paperwork and get everything settled. I didn’t know exactly how to fill out my W-2s, so I took them home, along with the direct deposit thingy. It will be so cool to have my check auto-deposited! And the next payday is the 15th! Yay! Yay! Yay! I’m so excited.

I met the current lady that does my job, Burnadette. She is very organized and explained everything to me perfectly. She just needs to make me a style sheet for the community calendar, and a list of contact numbers, and I’m good to go. She leaves Wednesday. I’m a little freaked, but it was all very straightforward, so I’m sure I’ll figure it all out in time. My one mantra for this job: quadruple-check EVERYTHING. I typed up the editorial (something about a benefit auction performer) that will go in the next issue and it was flawless, so I’m uber-happy. Bernadette is really nice, and everyone kind of made a few little jokes at my expense, mostly because I was overdressed (but as I always say, better to be overdressed than underdressed). It was nothing malicious, however. Everyone seemed nice, except for this one lady, but she might be one of those people that just have a strange sense of humor. I was watching her interactions with Bernadette, and she did two malicious things to her, but did carry on a conversation with her. Strange. I’m afraid all those movies I’ve seen about the insanity of office work are true. Bernadette had her stapler physically attached to her desk so nobody could take it and not return it. Strange. I suppose it’ll take a bit to become accustomed to all the newness. I’m not going to have the same workstation that Bernadette has, so that’s going to take some getting used to as well. I wonder if they’re going to change it before tomorrow. Probably they’ll wait until she leaves to change it all around. I’m afraid they’ll give me one with a monitor facing the office, which sucks, because I’ll never be able to check my e-mail. Well, I guess that’s against the rules, but still–a one-sentence “I’m getting off work in a half-hour” message can’t have such a drastic impact on productivity. And when I am in the groove I’ll only be there for three hours, and I’ll know when I start and when I get off. Not that way! How could you think that–this isn’t the Drift, now is it?

I’m talking to Jeff (prankstrofluv) and he’s all giddy because he might have a boyfriend. He’s shown me pictures of this boi Leo that he’s been crushing on. I really hope they go out. It might help to quell my misanthropy. I’m going to try Blogger again (I’ve been typing this in a text file). Poopy poo, it still isn’t working.

Nicole left a message on my machine about a camping trip (that she told me earlier that Jordan was going on too) and she said to call her, and that I knew the number (which I don’t). So I’m in the clear in the realm of culpability. Bathroom break. Ah, back. Today was a great day because I didn’t use my rope-climbing muscles at all, so when I do climb it after this weekend, I’ll be all strong. Oh yeah, I got off work around five and went over to the college to hang out with Tawna, and she was there with Autumn. We started talking about the camping trip that we want to go on this weekend, and they said that somebody said that they didn’t think you could camp at Endert’s Beach (where we’d talked about camping). I was all “Well, why don’t we go there and I’ll show ya.” So we all got in the car and went down to Endert’s Beach and walked down the trail to the campground. We saw some of Tawna’s friends there. Then we went back to the car, planning all the stuff we’d need. I dropped Tawna off at her house (she lives in town), then I took Autumn home. She lives on Old Mill Road, which is kind of on my way home. We were actually having an enjoyable conversation, which was strange, since at the beach we’d been devising various ways of doing her to death via the fire pit, et al. Damn, Blogger still isn’t working. Am I going to have to e-mail this post in? I tried that once and it didn’t work. Maybe I’ll try again. I guess that’s it. I drove home after dropping Autumn off, ate a bunch of food (I was starving) listened to my messages, and called Tawna. She couldn’t get ahold of Sammie and Steve. I really shouldn’t have gone on the Internet tonight, but I simply had to blog. I read all the crap in the handout thing for my job.

It was so cute, there was a heading “PLAGARISM AND OTHER SINS.” How cute! And I found three typos in the handout. LAME!!! Well, I should get to bed. I have to get up at nine tomorrow, and I must not have any more dreams of evil green slime destroying the universe. I’m going to try e-mailing this post in. If you’re reading this, it worked! Tried e-mailing it, didn’t work. I finally got in to Blogger. How lame. I’m checking the e-mail post settings. Maybe I’m sending it to the wrong address. I changed my e-mail posting settings. Trying again. Crack monkey whore, it didn’t work. I’m just going to have to post it the old-fashioned way. Stupid Blogger, you suck big donkey dick.

They weren’t here. I think I’m going to call Tawna.

I just found the greatest signature pic for Tawna’s Mr. Stabby Gaia character, I posted it on the Lethargy Club blog. I just took some pictures of myself of how I look on my first day of work. Ah, this looks like a good one.

As you can see, I don’t look too enthusiastic, as Tawna and the gang were supposed to have shown up already. I’m going to to look in the library for them.

I just went onto Neopets to check my shop, and there was nothing in my till, which was strange–so I went to look at my shop stock–and all my items had the price of zero (i.e. they weren’t being displayed). That angered me, I had go to re-price everything. And then when I went to go log on to Blogger to bitch about it, I couldn’t sign in. How lame. But now I can, so I guess I should’t be chastising Blogger too much. I’m going to upload a picture of the coat I want.

For more views of the coat, click here.

The only thing I don’t like about it is those big damn poofy black things where the end of the sleeves should be. Hmm. Oh, Mike installed the burner on the computer in here. I have to ask Molly about buying some CD-Rs with Drift money. I would use my personal ones, but it’s going to take a crapload of them to burn 18GB of stuff. I changed the text rendering settings on all the computers in here (except for the one without Windows XP) so all the text renders all crisp and clean like it did on Charley’s Apple laptop. Yay for ClearType! Well, Tawna said she’d be here but she’s not. But it’s twelve, maybe she got a late start. I want to get into my car and drive towards her house to and give her a ride, but she might like walking. One time I offered to give her a ride to the 76 (she was going to walk there and I was going the same way) and she said she liked to walk. However, I think that was on a sunny day where today is definitely not sunny. I just went to the Lethargy Club blog and I realized that I changed the URL for the Amanda picture. After I post this I’m going to change it so it shows up. I think I’m going to do that now and then return to this post.