nineforth.

I decided I would dress up for the kids that came to the door. All 20 of them. My Dad and I have now given up and we're heading to the bar. I am staying how I am. A dead rock star drummer. I haunt Mark Hamilton. I went down with my manager in an airplane on our way to a promo shoot. Shitty deal, huh? I now look like this:

I can't believe how hard it is right now to keep my eyes open. And I'm constantly yawning to the point where there's tears in my eyes. I can't focus properly, and my dog's more awake than I am. Weird, man. Just weird.

I've got this job interview at 12:00 PM that I was just notified about. It's another crap job (video store), but I hope I get it. I just need income, I need to save money, and I need to pay my Dad back. I need money to put gas in the car, and to pay for the extras on my cellphone. That's really it. I should be excited. But I'm not that excited at all. I'm just worried about getting stuck in the damn driveway while trying to get to this interview. With my luck, it'll probably happen. If it doesn't happen, my Mom or some other force really wants me to have this job or to at least get to the damn interview. Ha. Oh, this is my life.

I'll keep you posted on how it went, or how I thought it went. Watch, I'll accept the job and they'll start paying me minimum wage or something. Ugh, I'd shoot myself.

Update (12:10 PM): So, I got out of the driveway alright, and I ended up at my interview quite early because I had asked Wanda (one of the two wonderful women that my Mom hired to come here every two weeks and do a good cleaning of the house, something my Dad and I don't know how to do) to move her van so I could get out on my Dad's tracks around 11:30, and she said I had to leave right away or she'd get stuck where she was. So, I left. And I showed up early. And the interview went well. But there's 5 other people he has to interview for the position, but he'll get back to me either way. Just to tell me 'yay' or 'nay'. I actually like that idea. At least I'll know if I do or don't have the job. Anyhow, seeing as the roads are absolutely awful the way I went up there, I decided to take slightly more used roads back. And then Wanda was parked in the side of the driveway that I needed to get in so I had no other way than to use my side (with no tracks). Yes, I got stuck. See, the worst luck in the world. At least it happened on the way back rather than the way there. I dug snow out from underneath the car and the wheels, but what I did just didn't help me very much. So, I had to run inside and beg Wanda to help me. Thankfully they were here, damnit. Otherwise I would have had to call my Dad or something. No one's home right now on my street. So, she did, and I finally got out after 'burning rubber' on my driveway. Oh, wonderful. Daddy's going to kick my ass! Ha, oh well.

It was funny.

Or maybe we'll just get snowed in instead? Yeah, I'm pretty sure that's what happened 'round these parts. There's about two and a half to three feet of snow in my backyard.

I found out today that (although I don't attend this school) the University of Calgary had two abduction attempts last week and no one was notified about it until today when an apology from the administration was made. Apology = too late, my friends. That's just weird. I can't believe no one was notified.

I've kind of sat at home all day. I got a bit drowsy during a movie I watched with my Dad (he's stuck at home, too). I was supposed to go to a Hockey game tonight (yes, Heather likes hockey), but there's no way I'm driving to my brother's place if I'm liable to get stuck in the driveway. There's just no way. So, now Dad's making supper. I definitely bought a pack of cigarettes last night. But, I will try again (quitting, I mean). I'm horrible at this game.

I seriously want to go jump in the snow right now. I won't, of course, because I don't want to get wet and it's cold outside. Although it would be an incredibly spontaneous and exciting thing to do, I think I might just save that one for later. Rock on for being stuck in the howse!

I don't know about you people, but I think this is pretty damn amusing. I've been sending it to absolutely everyone and posting it up absolutely everywhere (all of three places).
Go view it now: http://members.cox.net/impunity/endofworld.swf

Maybe this one is it. Maybe this is really it. You know, I'm so organized that I write my life down on paper. And then again, I'm not so organized because half of what was in my closet is now on the floor in my bedroom and I won't be moving it for some time. And the weather's cooling down, and they've shut down the golf course. It's supposed to snow this week, and I'm excited. Over the years, the Winter season has really provided me with this warm feeling. I used to despise the season because of the fact that it was so damn cold. Maybe it was because I met him and so many wonderful people during this season last year, or maybe it's really because it has started to give me a sense of comfort? Either one, or both, works perfectly.

Did you ever play marbles at school? Ah, elementary school. The place where most had no worries, and no hardships. I only had one, and that was learning how to keep friends and meet worthy people. Other than that, I got by fairly well, and Mom would always come home from work with an Eat-More for me. I used to love those things when I was little, I can't say I've eaten one since those years.

It was so easy to be happy back then. And it shouldn't be so hard to be happy now. At least I'm doing something about it.

There's a lot of white space around right now, and it's frustrating me. But I'll figure out what to do with that some other time. So, I've apparently got a busy day ahead of me. I suppose I do, but my motivation just isn't there. I know I have to get up and out of the house in order to try anyway, and trying is something I definitely have to do. Why am I making life so difficult for myself? It's pathetic, really.

I had a Doctor's appointment set up for Wednesday at 10:30 AM. The receptionist just called me this morning telling me that I could come in at 2:00 PM today. Of course, I said that would be perfect. I just want to know if I could be taking something right now in order for this mess to just go away. And I've been thinking about what Kat told me while I was out there in Ontario about Depo Provera making her depressed. Mind you, although that could be playing a part, I don't think it's just because of something I'm taking. I'm pretty sure it's because of certain phases that I'm going through right now.

Wow, I said I wanted to start writing meaningful entries. Ha. So much for that, huh?

A new start, perhaps? Ah, not really. I just had the urge to clear everything and start again. And it's not to stand as a metaphor for anything, either. I just felt like starting this over, and maybe trying to write meaningful entries. We'll see how it goes, right?