THURSDAY: I can't remember. I know I talked to my mom. I just, go out of bed, and sat with her. She told me stories about her past, which, are depressing, but some of them are amusing, but she laughs about them, so, it's ok, I think. But yeah... I know I was canceled from work, again. I know I spent a lot of time downloading music videos, mostly live performances, I love watching them. Oh... wait, I remember. I saw a show. I saw Eight Fingers Down play, down the street from here. I was told it would cost $3, but it ended up being $5, which kind of sucked. Chris, Manny, Sabrina, Ken, and I went. The set seemed like a long time, and my back hurt, and I got sick the night before (which I'm finally getting over). But yeah, not a bad band. After the set was over, I got in happy mode, and started acting like a retard... and then while leaving, and karate fighting down the sidewalk, the "bouncer" who made a racist joke about me before I even got to get in the fucking place... came running out, saying "If you guys are gunna fuck around, get the fuck out" ... which... now that I think about, made no sense, cuz we were already leaving. Asshole. I, think that was my Thursday.

FRIDAY: I don't work Fridays, and I was so lazy, I didn't want to get up, and leave to pick up my paycheck. I figured "what the fuck" because I knew it wasn't going to be worth the drive. I think I spent the majority of my time at home. Later that night, saw another show, at the El Ray (In LA). The bands were good at making the music they made. I personally think they sucked though. Not catchy at all... and the last band was ridiculous. Good music, but the vocals, and melody sucked... but they did get to open for Red Hot Chili Peppers, so that's a plus.
After the show, we all somehow met up at Del Taco, and hung out in the parking lot with the rest of the ... I guess "crew" consisting of Manny, Travis (a.k.a. John Travolta), Jason, Kenny and his g/f, and her friend Amy, Steve, Chris, Ken, Sabrina, and myself. Bobby is apart of it too, but he wasn't there on a count of him being pissed at Travis. After about 40 minutes of laughing, running around, sweating, yelling, and cussing, the Burbank police show up, and tell us to.. basically get the fuck out. Then where did we go? Cemetery. First we got there, and we all got freaked out because an Escalade full of guys started saying stuff to us "This place is dangerous you know" ... in that, not so friendly way? Chris peeled out so hard, it was too funny. Anyway, we ditched them, and Chris and Ken left. The rest of the night was just Josh and I driving Manny's truck around the graveyard, while Jason and Steve, Manny and Travis, decided to get all tough and start lookin' for people hangin' around at the cemetery (i guess cuz they were throwing rocks at us, but it's so dark, you couldn't see them very well..BUT THE WORLD COULD SEE US, CUZ NO ONE KNOWS HOW TO SHUT UP, TURN OFF HEADLIGHTS, AND FLASHLIGHTS.) It was dumb. Yeah, that was my Friday night.

SATURDAY: Band practice from 3:30PM - 7:00PM. A lot of sweating going on. Paul showed up for the last 40 minutes of our practice. For all who don't know who Paul is, he was the one that introduced me to Five Points Up (first band I was in, in Burbank) Unfortunately, I guess I was the demise of the band, or something. Anyway.. Ummm... got back home, and slept until 10:30'ish.. I was so sleepy. Then went and hung out with a friend. I got to push a porta-pottie over. That was cool. Came home, went to bed.

SUNDAY (today): FUCK MY JOB. If it had a butthole, I'd shove a hot metal pipe up it. I get to work, didn't take off my sunglasses (I've been wearing them everyday for 2-3 years... so I forget their on sometimes) check to see if my name was on the list. No. So I ask Shelba (Floor Manager - RUDE BITCH) if I was working today. I asked her if I was working today, and she said "Take those off" (sunglasses) ... so I did. Then she walks away. I didn't know what to do. I stood there for 10 seconds, feeling stupid. I then go to the office she went in, and stood there. "You're on the list, you're on the Michilen study" she told me. So.. I find it, sit down, and then get a stack of paper work to do, while some girl did a poor job of explaining to me what was going on. 30 minutes into the job, Claudia tells me "Shelba said you can't work. I don't know why.. you can ask her if you want" I told Claudia I think Shelba hates me. So I go into the office, and Shelba says, "I can't let you work today, you're not on the list, and scheduling tried calling your house, but the number was blocked". I stood there wondering if she took me for some kind of fool or something. Everytime they call my house to say Im not working Sunday, THEY LEAVE A MESSAGE. ALWAYS. I don't know what the fuck she was talking about. So, while handing in my paper work (trying not to rip it up, cuss at everyone, and go crazy) I clocked out. I worked for 30 fucking minutes. I went home.

I just got back from the mall.. and I went to See's Candy (I applied there) and the lady was nice, but she said if I didn't get a call, they didn't need me. I told her that my schedual is open, all day, anytime. She checked my application, and I put "early, 4-5 hours" .....WHAT WAS I THINKING. But there was a big paper on my app, that said "GOOD!" .. she said she'll call me once she's done interviewing people, and still needs me. I don't think she'll call back. I left the store, feeling my lip begin to tremble. I was holding back tears.. why? I don't know exactly. Just a bad day. It's now 12:16PM, and Im sitting here in my "nice" work clothes, now with nothing to do. I hate Sundays.