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I am one of those people that makes use of a clock radio; I vastly prefer to be woken up by music than to get startled awake by some awful beeping terror. Plus, the music allows tends to keep me awake better, as I can lay in bed with it blasting until I'm ready to get up. The beeping earns the alarm clock a frantic bashing, and then when there is no longer any noise, I often fall back asleep. Now, I have my radio set to Album 88, the Georgia State radio station. This, of course, means that I usually wake up to some fairly mellow indie rock or a song I enjoy. But sometimes the old alarm kicks on in the middle of some crazy, abrasive shit, which can be a rather rude awakening. But still, after the particular song is over I can chill in bed for a bit and enjoy the tunes. Now, 88.5 has community service requirments to fill, so they put two different talk shows on the air at a time when the fewest people are tuning in. These shows are, on Wednesdays, a lecture from the Commonwealth Club of California and on Fridays Wings, a show devoted to something related to women. This means that sometimes I have to wake up to people talking. Sometimes the shows are interesting. Sometimes they piss me off enough to where I turn the radio off and fall back asleep. Anyway, today I was unfortunate enough to awaken to an incredibly obnoxiously voiced woman (Wings, of course) who was, as often happens on that show, railing against the male power structure of America. Now, chances are that I would have agreed with most of the things she said, but seriously foks: 10am is just way too god damn early to even think about politics and society, let alone be awakened by such things. Especially by a woman possessing such a shrill and obnoxious voice.

So anyway, long story short, I wished dearly that I had been awakened by the odd combination of Rilo Kiley and "Crimes" by the Blood Brothers that welcomed me into the morning yesterday, and then I immediately turned the radio off and, not suprisingly, fell back asleep. And slept through Spanish, again. Ah well.

At about 11:30 I was reawakened by an odd vibrating noise. By now even my subconscious realizes that such a noise is my phone ringing, so I lept out of bed and across the room. Waking up part II was much better than part I because on the phone was my friend Laura calling from Florida. She had called to tell me that she had just recieved one-day passes for herself and three friends to Disney World (this is the girl who interns at Disney by driving the Animal Kingdom tour truck), and that she is to go skydiving next week. I told her that I'm headed down there next weekend anyway, so this was perfect timing. But, just my luck, she's skydiving on Wednesday, the day before I leave for Florida, and the Disney passes are good beginning November first, the day I leave to come home. Lame.

After finally getting up, I got a call from the girl asking me if I wanted to go to Little Five Points with her to meet her friend and have lunch. So I got ready and MARTAed downtown, where she was waiting at campus. It would have been so much easier had I just gone to Spanish, but ah well. We then headed to Inman park, where we met her friend, and then walked to Little Five. Her friend greeted me by saying "I've heard alot about you!" I was really happy about this because it means that I'm not the only one of us who is blabbering uncontrolably about the other, and that she thinks enough of me to talk about me to her friends. I responded "Hopefully you heard mostly good things." Yeah, I'm lame, whatever.

As it would turn out, the girl's friend, who goes by Binky (yeah, I dunno), is a freshman at Agnes Scott. And, in another episode of it's-a-small-fucking-world, she not only knows my sister (also a freshman there), but lives on the same hall as her. The girl has even met my sister before while visiting Binky. Crazy!

After lunch we went to a used vinyl store where I continued to strike out in my quest to find some Joy Division on vinyl. I did, however, find the Don Johnson record that has "Heartbeat" on it. But for some stupid reason I didn't buy it, and now I'm kicking myself. Three dollars is an awesome price for all the hilarity it would have brought me. Also, while voicing my annoyance at the dearth of Joy Division vinyl, I found the New Order section and discovered that New Order is one of her favorite bands. So I am in love with Joy Division and she with New Order. I thought that was pretty cool.

Both the girl and I ran into people we know down there today. Unfortunately, mine was this really, really annoying kid from school who falls into the I-really-don't -like-this-guy-but-he'-s-a-friend-of-friends-so-i-am-usually -nice-to-him category. Actually, he is who I was speaking of in my comment about people who don't like organized sports yesterday. Luckily, I managed to avoid any of his stupid, banal, pseudo intellectual banter (he was misinterpreting Socrates the other evening at poker night). And then, going both to and from the MARTA station, we ran into this strange old skin who the girl knew from her days hanging out at The Neutron Bomb. He literally slobbered out of the left side of his mouth when he talked, to the extent where he looked rabid. It was crazy.

Anyway, I left the two girls at the station where our paths home diverged. Both of them were heading back to their hometown of Madison, Georgia, voted the best small town in America by some magazine or another, for the weekend. I came home, cursed my lack of Don Johnson records, and went to IHOP with two roommates and a roommate's girlfriend. The rest of the evening was spent watching the history of household appliances like the dishwasher and the jacuzzi and Nazi Guerillas In The Final Days of WWII on The History Channel, reading The Grapes of Wrath (which for some reason I never got around to readin until now), and playing Star Wars: Battlefront. I also talked to the long lost Flux for a bit on the phone and caught up with her on everything that's gone on in her absence.

Now I have to figure out what to do with the rest of my weekend; I've spent most of my free time in the past two weeks pursuing the girl, and since isn't in town I'm at a bit of a loss as to what to do, mostly because I'm kinda stuck in get-the-girl mode here.

But the bright side is that the girl volunteered to search in the plethora of used record shops in Athens for some Joy Division on vinyl. Fucking awesome.

And that ends my post, and I feel a bit sorry for anyone who read the whole thing. I totally just wanted to see how much I could write about my boring and uneventful day. Looks like it's a fair amount. Awesome.


Oh, and for some reason, since the Faint show the other day it seems that "Psycho Killer" has been following me around; I've been hearing it everywhere. Fa fa fa fa, fa fa fa fa fa fa!