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Busy weekend.... First off, I finally got that goddamn karaoke book typed up. Eric helped out with 2/3 of the numbers and some editing. Counting all the hours I spent on that thing I ended up making about 15 cents an hour. Which isn't the worst paying job I've had.... So anyway, that's a worry I can cross off the list.
Friday afternoon we had an AmeriCorps meeting over in the Heights. Boring as fuck, as usual, with a couple exceptions. One of the members died about a month ago. There was a faxed memo tacked up to the bulletin board saying that Danielle so-n-so had died. I had to ask three different people before someone could tell me who she was, and then they said "The girl with the big head..." for me to remember her. Enough with the damn pc, just say she was the retard... the genetic throwback... whatever. So Friday afternoon we had a rembrance for her, though only a couple people knew she was... so all these dorks are up there reciting poems they'd written, crying n shit, over someone they didn't even know. So after all that crap we had ANOTHER resume writing training. Luckily I thought ahead and brought Eric's laptop. I "typed" my resume while he went over how to type it. Really I was tyoing in those damn numbers for that damn karaoke book. Any time the dude walked by I'd maximize the resume. "Wow, that's one of the best lookin resumes I've ever seen. Print that out for me so I can show that next time I teach resumes." Dude, do you see a printer attached to this laptop? Laptops can't print, moron. This is the same guy who last time he did resumes with us he told us to site "pacific" examples of work we did. "Be pacific, give details...". Yes, these people are supposed to be teaching others english. And they get paid to, and they get paid a whole shit load more than I do. Anyfuckenway I was sitting next to Steven, a partner in crime and cynicism. Throughout the meeting I'd been showing him stuff on the computer. "This is my dog, this is my brother, isn't he a freak?" etc Well towards the end of the day my AC supervisors were handing out papers we had to sign. Every Friday meeting they give us a paper saying how many hours we've completed and how many hours we still need to complete towards our education award. You gotta sign one copy and give it back. While I was reading and signing, with my super RIGHT THERE, Steven gets curios and decides he's going to see what's inside the folder named STUFF. So I hear half the room gasp, and Steven saying "oh shit, oh my god, close damn you close!" I turn and just manage to catch a glimpse of some hardcore girl on girl porn. I have the photos set up to do a slideshow, so when I open a folder of all pictures the first picture is maximized and all the rest are all thumbnailed in a strip along the bottom of the screen. Later on when I got home I figured out which picture would have been full screen... yup, hot lezzies, dildos, the whole nine-yards (so to speak lol). No one has said anything about it to me yet. Maybe they thought I was online and Steven had gone to a porn site. Also I made it clear beforehand that it was Eric's computer. Too many people were saying "I thought you was broke and you gotta laptop??" Anyway Friday night we didn't do much. Watched Rush Hour, which was pretty funny. Though I think I'm too urbanized to get the full effect. It would eb better if I didn't understand what "ESL" people were saying. I especially liked the scene where Tucker's character goes into the club saying "What's up my nigga" to all the guys, then leaves Chan's character alone out there. Chan's character goes up to some guys and says "What's up my nigga" and they kick his ass. Pretty funny.
Saturday, I gave Cindy a ride over to a PetCo to drop her kittens off. We were told they had no-kill shelter that took cats on Saturday mornings. We were also told that the people there would say that they don't have cats, and to pressure them. Well Cindy was even crying etc and they wouldn't take them. So then we went to the SPCA cuz she had to have the cats gone by that day. Really pissed me off. I ended up freaking out remembering my kitties, and waited in the car. Eric was flipping out cuz he's hardly ever wittnessed me freaking out (he works through and sleeps through the times I'm prone to my "episodes") so he told Cindy that we were gonna go. Cindy had already offered to take the bus home fi the SPCA was going to take forever to get the cats in there. I told Eric to give Cindy back the gas money she'd given me (really I'd sold her boyfriend a couple joints worth of schwag for the money). She wouldn't take the money back so Eric put it in the donation box. Cindy said it ending up taking another 45 minutes, so it's good we left when we did. Eric was supposed to meet his bandmates at 10am in Katy. The gig was in Austin, at 7pm. Where we were took us 3 hours to get to, but why did they want us to meet up at 10am?? We ended up getting to the gig for 4pm sound check at 5pm, and we were STILL the first ones there! Melissa, my sorta-step-sister showed up, and that rocked. She had to be at work at 6am Sunday so she didn't stay very late. The 7pm gig got pushed back to 9pm. The band they were opening for played until 2am. I got pissed off and went up to the car to sleep. I can't stay in the same place for very long. I get bored very easily. I think what really did it was their patriotic song. Then one of the guys was like "I was thinking we were running out of songs to play, but there's a whole back side to this setlist!" Fuck that shit. Went to the car, smoked a bowl and fell asleep. The bassist of that band is the uncle of the lead singer of Eric's band. We were staying in their "guesthouse". I'm thinking these people got a house, and then a small apartment over the garage or something but NO, this was another house... like here's their house... then you walk down the road a couple houses and here's another house they own. I told Eric we should move in, see how long it takes them to notice. We were there till about 2pm Sunday. There wasn't any Atkins-OK food, but they had 6 different kinds of beer in the fridge and 8 different types of alcohol in the cupboard. And a good supply of diet coke and diet dr pepper. I had quite a bit of vanilla smirnoff, which I highly recommend. Maybe not for breakfast, on a super-empty stomach though. I also smoked a shitload of weed over the weekend. My stash is getting low and I'm not sure if Eric is going to get me another bag. He might say I gotta wait til I get a job and pay for it myself. Yeahright, a few days around me with no weed and he'll be running out and getting me the $45 an eighth good stuff. The job stuff isn't that far away.
anyway, it was a long, busy weekend and now it's back to the hum-drum, and waiting around for one of the jobs I have lined up to start.

Always remember to quit while you're ahead.

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