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.