First Foot Through the Door

I don't really know how or what to log here on the internet. I figured I'd give it a go though, ya know? I never had the discipline of an everyday journal, and sometimes I wish I had. Especially logging the last few years of my life. Before adolescence, I don't really see a diary being a necessity. You're little and doing dumb-dumb things. If I need to reference to that dumb-dumb stuff I will I guess.

I'll start with today's happenings. I woke up unsteadily for I put back six Miller Lite tall boys last night. Made my weary way through the kitchen to grab a couple bottles of water; water is my hangover savior. It's the rawest form of remedy to cure what you're going through, which I read somewhere that the hangover feeling itself is similar to dying of thirst. It's not an enjoyable feeling, but, I mean, a buzz is a buzz. That reminds me of this retarded kid in from my high school who had a Jose Cuervo (I think) t-shirt that said, "A day without a buzz is a day that never was." What a retard. And why did he get away with wearing a shirt that pertained to alcohol? If you can't punish him, punish his birth-defect-prone mother for probably dressing him in the shirt she wore to happy hour the night prior. Ya feel me?

After snoozing for a while, and waking up to more water, I mowed the lawn. My motivation to mow the lawn is so non-existent that it's negatively existent. I try to think up excuses in my mind that really don't reflect any actual opinion that I support, like, 'grass is on the earth to grow, not to get cut down' or 'every time I mow the lawn I'm ruining tiny little creatures' habitats.' Ridiculous, hippy-esque, excuses I should probably keep to myself, but I keep it real so I'll share it via webLog. Mowing ain't easy when the grass is taller than the mower itself. It had been maybe August 14th that it had last been mowed, and even then I payed my friend Korey ten dollars to do it for me, and on that occasion it hadn't been cut for long enough a time that he had a hard time with pushing over such tall blades. Today, though, it took maybe two hours to complete. Mind you, I took a few water breaks and need to fill up the gas and fiddle with my iPod nano, which Apple has reissued a newer version of, which in turn means mine will probably lose its life soon. Bastards.

I then showered, used a brand new loofah. This one ended up being smaller than my the one I had before (that's what she said), so I was befuddled and stumped on how much body wash to squeeze onto it. I think it will work out well once I get used to its smaller size (that's what she said).

Andrew and I were supposed to work on some music and vocal harmonies today but instead he took a run when I was trying to get ahold of him. I called Kevin about getting some food since it had been roughly twenty-eight hours since I had last had a meal. We met up at Dos Coronas, good shit. I recommend the Pollo con crema. Kevin recommends the taco salad with beef I guess.

I made plans earlier in the week to get some info at my bank about pre-qualification for automobile financing because I need a car desperately. Good news came of it, but it opened up a Pandora's box of questions as well. I found that my credit score (in the hot words of the bank teller) was indeed an 'outstanding' 683. Would you expect any less than outstanding? It's me we're talking about here. But now my excitement is weighed down by wondering what my price range is, which I'm supposed to find out tomorrow. And I don't know if I'm still going to have to put a down payment on this unnamed car, or does the bank's loan handle it? I mean, if they approve of my credit score it seems like they should just buy the car I choose within my price range, and I'll toss the monthly payments at them. Maybe they'll just help make up for what I can't afford on the down payment, 'match' me, if you will. It's in haunting my thoughts incessantly.

Leaving the bank, at the time, in good spirits I called Todd and told him the good news. He sounded relatively indifferent to the situation. Maybe he was tired or some shit. So I went to Kevin and Andrew's to play some music with Kevin. We're working on a song I wrote a pretty long time ago. It's turning out to be, probably, the heaviest song I've ever written. But it's cool because it's got like a pop-rockish chorus progression that strikes through the heavy dissonance of the rest of it.

I needed new panties. I called up Korey, he and I went to Balls-Mart so I could pick up some boxer briefs. Those shits aren't cheap. I ended up getting a new toothbrush and new floss heads for this flossing thing that I have. It's this toothbrush-styled device to which you can click disposable 1 1/4" pieces of plastic with floss tightly strung across it to. So instead of holding two ends of a string, it's held tightly for you and all you have to do is get it between your pearly whites or pissy yellows in my case. My teeth are okay-colored. Not bright white, but not 'I drink coffee regularly' stained.

Family Video in Kent was our next stop. After perusing the new releases and coming up with nothing, Korey grabbed "Deathwish" starring Charles Bronson, and featuring Jeff Goldblum in one of his first roles. It was alright, commentating with Korey on anything like a movie or just the passing world is always pretty sweet. Hilarious.

This is where I retired for the evening. I ate a hoagie and called it night, got online and began this blog. Let's see how well I can keep up with this.