I just downloaded Daft Club, and it’s like the best album ever! I’m in ecstasy!

I have this fucking neck injury, that’s why I haven’t been blogging. I didn’t get into a car crash or anything, just yesterday I woke up and my neck hurt like HELL. I can still barely move it. But anyway, back to the music.

I can’t believe I got up at 6 a.m. to go to this job. I’m actually awake. It’s eerie.

I’m hungry and tired. And my neck is KILLING ME from tossing and turning last night. And the NyQuil made me have these fucking insane dreams, one of which was about people doing all these intravenous drugs and threatening to poke me with the needles.

I just finished doing all the pages and fighting with the image setter, so I just have to wait until they burn the plates and then I can get out of here and go to my other job. Woo!

I need to get a life.

and I am.

In 24 days.

> Daft Punk - Fresh

I really want to write a letter to the editor about this Tracy and Amanda thing… but I don’t think that it’s a good idea to ruffle my boss’s feathers at the time that I’m going to be leaving. Even though it would give me great satisfaction, having an assured good reference from my first job ever gives me much more satisfaction than the puerile pleasure I would get from writing the letter.

I must take solace in the fact that Amanda will always be a pathetic nobody craving attention, doing anything to attempt to destroy everyone else’s life to distract everyone from the fact that she has done nothing with hers. I must channel the Caterine Vauban in me. Everything will be destroyed. Life is meaningless suffering.

Oh cool! Patrick just signed on. He’s totally cool. I am the master of trite teenage sayings tonight. He’s not talking to me. I need to go to sleep. Now.

I really didn’t do anything this weekend, with the exception of the party. I was supposed to hang out with Ripley on Saturday, but (as usual) he bailed on me. Whatever. I had a sneaking suspicion he was playing both sides… pretending to go out with Adrien while secretly scheming to get me to take him to Sacramento. I’m an avid conspiracy theory inventor.

I didn’t do much today except for go on my normal 3 mi. bike ride and do a whole bunch of packing. I am amazed by how much stuff I have. But I’m whittling away at it. I’m thinking is telling my boss today that I’m leaving at the end of the month. Nah. I’ll tell him next week, a week ahead of schedule. I get paid Wednesday. I hope it’s enough to pay my bills, save some away, and buy that new hard drive I want for my computer to set up a RAID array.

Me and Ripley talked a few days ago about if he wanted to go out with me, and he said yes. But I feel like it’s not really true… but it’s all just a scheme…but then again I find it hard to believe that people like me as much as they do. I don’t know. It just really hurts to know that you’re the number two. God this post is boring me. I’m going to take some NyQuil and go to sleep. I have to be up at like quarter to six tomorrow. And then I’m going to have to waste an entire day in town because I’m lying to my dad that I’m starting college today. Motherfuck. Maybe Ripley will call me. Or maybe the sun will explode. Well, at least I’ll possibly get some reading done. I’ll put my novel in my car before I go to sleep.

Daft Punk is like, the best band ever. Since the beginning of bands. Ever.

And according to WordPress, this is my 2,000th post. Happy blogging to me!