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blustockingEverything in my world has been completely WRONG today...so far.
I decide to give a big fuck off to the 8am bookstore meeting because there's no way I'm getting up at 6am on a Sunday to go listen to some motivational shite for two hours when I'm a part-time employee anyway. As far as they're concerned, I plum forgot. DUHHHH.
Then I leave my house to come here, DHD, the full-time gig. Last week, Hollywood Blvd. was closed from Highland to La Brea. This is a supremely touristy area with Mann's Chinese Theatre and the monstrosity known as Hollywood & Highland (piece of crap, it would make me violent if I cared anymore). This is also the home to the Metro Red Line exit where I emerge daily to catch the 212 or the 217. For the past few days, I've been made to walk a block down Highland to catch these buses. No big deal. Every day, I think, "Naaah, they have to be done filming now." And every day, they're not. So today, nearly a week later, I come out of the subway exit and now they are re-directing the buses to a different location. So I walk, IN THE HOT OCTOBER(I hate you California) sun to fucking Fountain and La Brea and wait another half an hour for a bus.
This movie must be big fucking production to shut down that part of Hollywood for a week or more. And this fucking city will let them do it, inconvenience it's WALKING POOR because the economy is so tangled up in this bullshit. They even had 2 helicopters in the air to film some shots(I heard one of the production guys talking). Carla (co-worker) just told me it was the sequel to Charlie's Angels, so that explains it. Mother fuckers.
I did the math this morning and if I work 10 hour days at DHD for the next 3 weeks, take off the last week in October, and do 22 hours a week of community service for 3 weeks, and 40 on the week I take off work, I'll get the hours done, just in time. Yay. And then I'll collapse and die.
WHAT FUN!
Hopefully I'll get to go to Didneylan' and Six Flags, not to mention Bates Nut Farm with zee Locopuff. Staci and I are mulling over the idea of having a birthday/Halloween thing on the 26th as well.
Yesterday, I bought an insane amount of records at the thrift store, all for $5. Perhaps I'll list what I bought when I get home, as there were some great finds.
Last night, I called Staci from the thrift store and asked if she could come pick me up, as I had too many records and it wasn't that far away. She said yes and asked if I wanted to go to dinner. I knew she had been upset, so I said sure. We decided on Casa Vega (best Mexican food ever) and it turned out that her Mother had given her money for us to go out because Staci was feeling down. Nice. I protested, but..heh...not much. So we actually had a nice evening and talked a lot. I'm telling you, if we didn't live together, we'd be fine. Turns out, she was upset about her job, which she hates, so we talked about that, some things that were bothering me (which she actually helped me shed some light on) and how women suck when they treat each other like shit. We went to Borders after that and I bought her American Gods (as a sneaky way to pay back some of the dinner tab) and I bought Night of The Living Dead on DVD and the 2-disc soundtrack of Fantasia(both on sale+employee discount). I've been playing Ave Maria non-stop. I was going to purchase Fantasia (and Fantasia 2000) on DVD, but it being Disney, they seem to think raping your wallet is okay...so I did not. Someday I'll buy it. But last night, I wasn't in the mood for Disney ass-fuck.
I finished American Gods, Gaiman is a genius...but this is a given. I started on From The Dust Returned by Ray Bradbury today. October will be Bradbury month. I will read Bradbury all month. Because this is California and it's not really Autumn, I will need a literary reminder.
"It arrived when all the cribs and closets and cellar bins and attic hang-spaces still needed October wings, autumn breathings, and fiery eyes. When every chandelier was a lodge and every shoe a compartment, when every bed ached to be occupied by strange snows and every banister anticipated the down-slide of creatures more pollen than substance, when every window, warped with ages, distorted faces looking from shadows, when every empty chair seemed occupied by things unseen, when every carpet desired invisible footfalls and the water pump on the back stoop inhaled, sucking vile liquors toward a surface abandoned because of the possible upchuck of nightmares, when all the parquetry planks whined with the oilings of lost souls, and when all the weathercocks on the high roofs gyred in the wind and smiled griffin teeth, while deathwatch beetles ticked behind the walls..."
--Ray Bradbury, From The Dust Returned
I sincerely apologize to those I've neglected or not been available for. I hope you understand.
I'll catch up on my email and comments here an a few hours.
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I decide to give a big fuck off to the 8am bookstore meeting because there's no way I'm getting up at 6am on a Sunday to go listen to some motivational shite for two hours when I'm a part-time employee anyway. As far as they're concerned, I plum forgot. DUHHHH.
Then I leave my house to come here, DHD, the full-time gig. Last week, Hollywood Blvd. was closed from Highland to La Brea. This is a supremely touristy area with Mann's Chinese Theatre and the monstrosity known as Hollywood & Highland (piece of crap, it would make me violent if I cared anymore). This is also the home to the Metro Red Line exit where I emerge daily to catch the 212 or the 217. For the past few days, I've been made to walk a block down Highland to catch these buses. No big deal. Every day, I think, "Naaah, they have to be done filming now." And every day, they're not. So today, nearly a week later, I come out of the subway exit and now they are re-directing the buses to a different location. So I walk, IN THE HOT OCTOBER(I hate you California) sun to fucking Fountain and La Brea and wait another half an hour for a bus.
This movie must be big fucking production to shut down that part of Hollywood for a week or more. And this fucking city will let them do it, inconvenience it's WALKING POOR because the economy is so tangled up in this bullshit. They even had 2 helicopters in the air to film some shots(I heard one of the production guys talking). Carla (co-worker) just told me it was the sequel to Charlie's Angels, so that explains it. Mother fuckers.
I did the math this morning and if I work 10 hour days at DHD for the next 3 weeks, take off the last week in October, and do 22 hours a week of community service for 3 weeks, and 40 on the week I take off work, I'll get the hours done, just in time. Yay. And then I'll collapse and die.
WHAT FUN!
Hopefully I'll get to go to Didneylan' and Six Flags, not to mention Bates Nut Farm with zee Locopuff. Staci and I are mulling over the idea of having a birthday/Halloween thing on the 26th as well.
Yesterday, I bought an insane amount of records at the thrift store, all for $5. Perhaps I'll list what I bought when I get home, as there were some great finds.
Last night, I called Staci from the thrift store and asked if she could come pick me up, as I had too many records and it wasn't that far away. She said yes and asked if I wanted to go to dinner. I knew she had been upset, so I said sure. We decided on Casa Vega (best Mexican food ever) and it turned out that her Mother had given her money for us to go out because Staci was feeling down. Nice. I protested, but..heh...not much. So we actually had a nice evening and talked a lot. I'm telling you, if we didn't live together, we'd be fine. Turns out, she was upset about her job, which she hates, so we talked about that, some things that were bothering me (which she actually helped me shed some light on) and how women suck when they treat each other like shit. We went to Borders after that and I bought her American Gods (as a sneaky way to pay back some of the dinner tab) and I bought Night of The Living Dead on DVD and the 2-disc soundtrack of Fantasia(both on sale+employee discount). I've been playing Ave Maria non-stop. I was going to purchase Fantasia (and Fantasia 2000) on DVD, but it being Disney, they seem to think raping your wallet is okay...so I did not. Someday I'll buy it. But last night, I wasn't in the mood for Disney ass-fuck.
I finished American Gods, Gaiman is a genius...but this is a given. I started on From The Dust Returned by Ray Bradbury today. October will be Bradbury month. I will read Bradbury all month. Because this is California and it's not really Autumn, I will need a literary reminder.
"It arrived when all the cribs and closets and cellar bins and attic hang-spaces still needed October wings, autumn breathings, and fiery eyes. When every chandelier was a lodge and every shoe a compartment, when every bed ached to be occupied by strange snows and every banister anticipated the down-slide of creatures more pollen than substance, when every window, warped with ages, distorted faces looking from shadows, when every empty chair seemed occupied by things unseen, when every carpet desired invisible footfalls and the water pump on the back stoop inhaled, sucking vile liquors toward a surface abandoned because of the possible upchuck of nightmares, when all the parquetry planks whined with the oilings of lost souls, and when all the weathercocks on the high roofs gyred in the wind and smiled griffin teeth, while deathwatch beetles ticked behind the walls..."
--Ray Bradbury, From The Dust Returned
I sincerely apologize to those I've neglected or not been available for. I hope you understand.
I'll catch up on my email and comments here an a few hours.
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Date: 2002-10-13 02:28 pm (UTC)HA!