I was doing some research for my essay and I had to get out my hardbound edition of The Stranger. I realize that I totally want it buried with me. Like, on my chest with my arms across it.

That novel changed my life.

Anyway, just thought I would share that. Back to the grindstone.

In the end, it turned out fine. Me and Josh hung out for awhile, and then me and my dad spraypainted my new fender. It looks almost exactly the same color. Well, I guess we’ll see what color it ends up being when we actually attach it. I’m going to have a snack and get started on that damn cinema essay, I’ve been putting it off all day.

So my friend is supposed to come over and my dad just got home, blocking the driveway with his stupid horse trailer. I really want to kill him. Thank the gods I’m leaving in a month.

One of my friends is in town today, and I was going to ride my bike in to see them. Shitty things that happened:

My back bike tire was flat
I forgot my water bottle
Rode a quarter of the way there on the flat tire with no water before I realized I’d forgotten the address the friend was at.

I think it’s time to call the whole thing off. I need to do my cinema essay anyaway.

And I am extremely pissed off at myself.

I just called the place he was at, and he’s not there any more.

I don’t believe in omens, but I think today I’ll make an exception.