I was supposed to call Sammie, but I just went online to try to find a needle for my record player. I’m really depressed. IT IS SO FUCKING IMPOSSIBLE TO FIND A NEEDLE FOR THIS THING WITHOUT THE ORIGINAL. It is so cruel. It’s like, right here. And it works, and I just can’t find the fucking cartridge/needle for it. IT IS SO EXASPERATING. Well anyway, I’m getting more and more pissed off about the whole fucking insurance bullshit. I’m just in a bad mood. I was supposed to call Samantha and ask her to tell Joe that if he doesn’t return the mouse by Tuesday that Molly is going to Throgmorton and is going to tell him everything and then take all the keys back. Leave it to that stupid, ugly ignoramus to ruin it for everyone. What a childish, libertine imbecile. Petty things like this irritate me more than anything.

I am so irritable. I want to walk over to the television, pick it up, and bash my father’s head in with it. CAN’T HE NOT FUCKING WATCH THAT FUCKING TELEVISION FOR ONE FUCKING NIGHT? I’m going to kill him. Today, he came home and I had turned up the thermostat to 72 degrees (it was 68 degrees in the house) and he’s all “why do you have the heat on” and I’m all “because it’s cold” and he’s all “It stays on sixty-eight degrees.” And I’m all “It’s sixty-eight degrees in a morgue.” ROOM TEMPERATURE IS SEVENTY-TWO FUCKING DEGREES YOU CHEAP PIECE OF SHIT. I am infuriated that I work all the time but don’t get enough money to buy even the most basic things. I can’t see what’s wrong with my car, I can’t get a record player, I can’t get a computer. Why do I even fucking work there? I have no education and I make three dollars an hour less than the reporters. So four years of college is worth three dollars to Mike? I think that is very sad. I’m looking dumbfounded at charts like this:

http://www.everythingradio.com/needle_chart_3.htm

And I have no clue what it should look like. I think in a way it would be comforting to have all the keys be taken back. It would be losing a privelege, but now that I have my car it isn’t as world-shattering as when I’d get there at 6 a.m., freezing and alone. I think that it would be the last nail in the Drift’s coffin. I kind of feel like Molly, we have done all we can do with the Drift, I’m kind of bored with it. I think that we should seek out staff for the next semester, as InDesign, the new camera, and other things will breathe new life into the club, but if there aren’t any interested people, it should die.

Amanda seems really interested in my computer, but I hesitate to tell her that it will be at least another month until I get it working. I mean to take out $50 this month to use next month for my RAM. But it probably won’t happen. I was also supposed to call Sammie and ask her if she and Steve wanted to go to the river tomorrow. But I’m not in the mood to talk to people right now. I’m very bitter. I’ve been burning DVDs all day. I was happier earlier in the day, had a bit of a nostalgic phone conversation with my mom. It’s weird, it’s been a year since I last saw her. I’m using the Napalm FTP Indexer to download “Rock Your Body” by Justin Timberlake. He’s so gloriously delicious. Wow, I’m getting 2KBPS. Strange. Oh, it’s dropping. Every second it goes 1.98, 1.97, 1.96. Damn it. Hm, it’s stabilizing at 1.80, around there. My dad, Lisa, and I went up to Brookings today, but it was sadly analagous to Steve’s mom taking him to Eureka. We had to put up with my dad trying on clothes. Boring. We went to some Tack and Western Wear store. It was kind of cute, I found this black cowboy shirt that was so cute. I wanted to take it home. But not now, because I’m in a bad mood.

Then we dined at Rancho Viejo. It was nummy. I had Tacos al Carbon. They were really nummy. I want to go to the river tomorrow. I need to call Tawna, but I can’t interrupt this download, it’s halfway done. I’m going to finish burning her movie. I’ve had her movies for like a week. I need to remember to ask Sammie for Pi back. God damn I’m lazy. Oh well. It’s the Lethargy Club. They’ll understand. I feel so impotent about the whole record player situation. There’s no manual, no cartridge, no needle…no way to figure out what kind. Oh great, it just gave me the “there is not enough memory to run this program” error, I’d better post this before my computer crashes. Wow, I just saw some lightning. Lightning makes me think of Royce, which makes me think of sex. Charley signed off a while ago, so there’s no hope of that now. The concept of sex with Charley revolts me, but when we’re both desperate I guess it’s better than nothing. *shudders*

Whoa, lightning again. Must post this before I get electrocuted and die.

> Rob Dougan - Chateau
> Nine Inch Nails - Underneath It All [glorious song]
> Nine Inch Nails - Happiness in Slavery
> Nine Inch Nails - The Mark Has Been Made

OMG I just saw the most glorious thing EVER. ELASTICA’s “STUTTER” AND “WAKING UP” SINGLES ON VINYL!

http://eil.com/shop/artistlist.asp?artistname=elastica

Glory. I submitted this form on this site that sells record player needles so they could tell me what kind of needle I’d need. I hope I get a response soon, Radio Shack closes at six. But I know it’ll take until tomorrow. I was going to listen to “You Spin Me Right Round” as the first record to ever be played on it in my posession, but I have decided that “I Love Rock and Roll” should be the first track ever played on it. Just for future reference, the player Molly gave me is the:

Panasonic AM-FM Stereo Music Center, Model SE-970.

Well, Amanda woke me up around 11:30, we talked for a while. Then I called my mom and we talked for a longer while. After that I called the Radio Shack in town and they didn’t have any record needles, so I called the one in Brookings and they did, but I didn’t have an old one so I had to go online and find out what kind it took. So now I have to wait for a response from that website. Oh well. I can deal with that. I want instant record gratification! Lol. I copied The Doom Generation to my hard drive, but I realized that my demo of Nero had expired, but it doesn’t matter. I’ll install the older verison of Nero that is easy to crack. I might even be able to burn an ISO with Easy CD Creator. But it’s version 4 and it doesn’t recognize that it can burn CDs on my DVD burner. I really love that Nero suite of burning software. I may buy it. I need to find some good insurance today. Must stop blogging and looking for records and find some insurance.

I think today was possibly the best day of my life. Ever. It started out kind of boring, I sleepdrove to work and blogged for like an hour. John Walsh…omg…he was in Seattle, just randomly in Seattle. Everyone is jumping ship. I’m going to be the only one left. I think that Western Communications is going to fire the editor soon. I hope they do because he SUCKS. He can’t manage people at all. But anyway, I got my check and did some crap. Boring work crap. I pretended to work on the map (I printed it out a few times until it looked good). Then like Eric complimented me on it. He’s all “had you ever used Illustrator before” and I was all “no, but I’d used Photoshop and other Adobe programs before, they’re all the same.” Which they’re not, but I wanted to sound smart. And I was all “And there’s always the help function if I get stuck.” And he’s all “Oh, I never thought of using that.” Dunce. But anyway, Jocelyn and I had some bonding time, as I said before. I did whatever I had to do then got out of there. I immediately went to the bank and deposited my check. Then I went to the college. Nobody seemed to be there and I was about to leave when I saw Tawna (thankfully) and went into the clubhouse. I logged on to my Hotmail to get my Progressive policy number to renew my policy, and I saw an e-mail from Molly and she was all “I have this old record player that I was about to throw out, but it still works and everything, do you want it?” and I was all OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG. Then I called Progressive and they’re all “Yeah, your first payment is the same as last time but now your normal payments are $40 more! Even though you’ve never even been in an accident! So I’m all “Fuck you, I’m finding a new carrier.” I’m calling Geico tomorrow. And now when they’re all “blah blah blah have you ever had insurance before” I can be all “yes.” That’s tomorrow’s project, along with buying record player needles and burning Tawna The Doom Generation.

Anyway, I wrote Molly back and was all “I think you have a portal to the dimension of stuff I want somewhere in your house.” Then I called her and she was all “why don’t you come over and look at it?” and I’m all “Sure!” Sammie and Steve showed up right when Tawna and I decided to leave, so we’re all “We’ll meet you at the movie theatre” (they were going to play pool with Joe). So we went to Molly’s, I wasn’t sure whether it was okay to bring Tawna along but we’re pretty much inseperable (I know that isn’t spelled right) these days. So Molly showed me the player, and it worked and everything it just needs a needle. I have it on my table behind my computer now, I put my Dead or Alive “You Spin Me Right Round (Like a Record) on the turntable. It’s going to be the first record I play on it. Tomorrow I must go online and buy a needle for it. Well we went out back and Molly showed us her new hot tub and deck and her new rooster Pecos Bill. He’s so cute!

Then we went inside and hung out for a bit. I fixed this thing with Molly’s computer and then tried for the next hour or so to install this bastard of a printer. That printer is pure evil. It’s Wal-Mart. Enough said. But anyway, we had an uber-great conversation (as always) about everything imaginable. I so can’t wait to take English 1B. I won’t be able to hang out, but at least I’ll be able to learn things. I am ravenous for knowledge after this mildly vacuous summer. But anyway, we talked for a long while, then Molly got out this I Spy game, it was SO addictive! It took us a while to get through it, and in the middle of it Matt made dinner. Matt is like the greatest cook ever. Then we went back and finished the I-Spy game and Molly looked for some books and movies for me to borrow, and she lent me two books. I haven’t had time to investigate them yet, I am exhausted (you’ll see why at the end of the post). Well, after the uber-fun-ness that was Molly’s house, we headed back towards town. I had to go to the bathroom and needed something so we stopped at Wal-Mart. I got one of those cups that won’t spill when you drive (that’s what I needed) and then I broke down and got a 25-pack of DVD-Rs and a 5-pack of DVD cases. I mean, it’s not like they’re going to go to waste. I need blank CDs too, but I’m going to wait until my supply is a bit lower before I get a new spindle or I’ll feel like I’ve wasted money.

Well, after Wal-Mart we went to Sammie and Steve’s house since it was around nine and they obviously still weren’t at the movie theatre. They were there, Joe had conned them into going to his house and watching Dilbert, but they said that they didn’t feel good and that they would call him if they were going to do anything later in the night. We watched a little TV, and then went to the Del Norte High track to excercise. Well, Sammie and Steve exercised, me and Joe just kind of jogged when they did and walked when they did. Excercising for me would have been to just run the track until I was exhausted. But I guess I’m in better shape than them. The track was really fun, we had a great conversation. Afterwards we just kind of sat in the grass in the middle of the track and had more great conversation. It was so fun. We talked about how we would make a cool coffee shop with ice cream and a bunch of stuff, we talked about roller coasters, lame ones and cool ones, and what we should do next. We eventually decided to go to Denny’s and get something to eat. So we went to Denny’s. I took the scenic route (via Pebble Beach Drive) as usual, delaying our arrival (to my delight). I was mildly insulting Joe the whole night, but it balanced out perfectly because he only mildly annoyed me. So I was at Zen. Or, to be more precise, I was participating joyfully in the misery of existence. I love hypocritical Zen cliches.

Well, I got a banana split, I got Steve a cocunut cream pie, Joe got Sammie carrot cake and Tawna a strawberry sundae. Steve said something really nice to me, we were all talking about how much we dislike someone, and I was all “Gosh, this is like my worst nightmare, a bunch of people all sitting around talking about how bad a person I am.” And Steve was all “I think you’re a really nice person.” So I was all “I think you’re a really nice person too.” And we like, shook hands. It was cute. It really made my day. I really respect Steve. Well, eventually we all got tired and we realized that it was TWO IN THE MORNING! I so thought it was like eleven-thirtyish. So I took Tawna home and then took Sammie and Steve home. I really like Sammie and Steve and Tawna. And Molly. It’s days like this that I’m all “all is right in the world, I like my group of friends, I am at peace with the futility of existence.” Oh, I thought of this phrase that would sound really profound if I was high while we were in Denny’s: “The futility of the human endeavour really makes me want to eat ice cream.” I just blew myself away with that one. Lol Tawna read one of my blog posts, one that I said my B.O. smelled like chicken boullion, and the whole day she was all “chicken boullion?” Today she read the post I wrote at work and was all caught up with my life right up to the second. I wish everyone’s blogs were instantly downloaded into my head so I knew everything that was happening right when it happened… I should make some sort of lame movie about that. Oh, I was talking to Molly about how much Eric’s B-sections suck and I quoted my blog and Molly agreed:

“I don’t really see Eric as a human being any more, just a gigantic horrible layout. A gigantic walking talking joking horrible layout bursting with titanic chasms of white space.”

She concurs that his layouts suck. Lol, we were having wet dreams of Edgard (this layout guru from this conference we went to) mark up the Triplicate with this red pencil like he did for our newspaper. This ice cream is NOT agreeing with my stomach. World War III will not be fought with sticks and stones, it will be fought in my stomach. And it is being fought in my stomach. Right now. LOL, when we were walking the track Tawna was all “I just hope I don’t lose my toe ring.” So of course I had to quote Doom Gen, and I was all: “I’m sure, Tawna, we are in this total predicament and you are worried about losing a freaking toe ring?” It was glorious. Okay, I am completely and utterly exhausted and it is 3:23 in the morning, and my feet hurt from walking/running barefoot on the DNHS track, so I’m going to bed and I’m not getting up until I damn well feel like it. I will be the sultan of lethargy tomorrow.

I’m at work…It’s like 1:45, I kind of dicked around with the map for a bit but there was nothing really to do. I’m not going to leave, though. I want hours. I need hours. I crave hours. I covet hours. So I’m blogging. Jocelyn and I did some bonding today, she’s really nice. And I have a feeling I’ll be spending a lot of undivided time with her, so I’d better learn to like her. I wish Mike would come back so I can ask him what I should do. I haven’t done FYI yet, but that takes about fifteen minutes so I’m not worried. Right when he comes back I can start on FYI and then in fifteen minutes I’ll be ready to go. I REALLY need some caffiene. I’ve been meaning to get one of those cups that doesn’t spill when you’re in the car so I can take tea to work and drink it in the car, but I haven’t had any money to spend. Once I cash my check today I’m going to go to Wal-Mart and get one. If ever there was a day I needed caffiene, it’s today. I can’t wait to go to the college and hang out with Tawna and the gang. Oh look, it’s Eric. I don’t really see him as a human being any more, just a gigantic horrible layout. A gigantic walking talking joking horrible layout bursting with titanic chasms of white space. Okay, must not demonize. Oh, it’s too late. Wow, he said something nice to me! He complimented my maps! I feel so exalted. Maybe his layouts don’t suck so bad. Here’s Matt! I feel like I’m on a crappy sitcom about working in a news place. Oh god. I’m trapped on Suddenly Susan, except..except…it’s really boring and nothing cool ever happens! EEK! SKARY! I do like these people. They’re cool. I wonder what they would think if they knew that I was writing about them. Hmm. I should get out of here, it’s almost two. I’m going to start on FYI. Yay, Mike is in, I’m starting on FYI.

I promised myself I wouldn’t blog at work any more today, but I just got my check! $277.54, baby. And that’s net, not gross. Suck on that.