poisonboy

Okay, I am gonna try this shit again and THIS time I am going to save it FREQUENTLY.

But when I get pissed I just remember that Hemingway lost a whole satchel of great short stories in a boating accident and he was never able to reproduce them.
I guess my number was up.

Okay (sigh) here goes...

So last night I'm pretty sure I broke one of the wash machines in my apartment complex.
I haven't done laundry in two weeks and the clothes I was wearing could pretty much stand up by themselves.
So...
I threw in my load and it was hella stuffed. I then read the warning on the side of the machine: "DO NOT OVERLOAD."
Well... shit... Whatever.
What's done is done.
So I started the load, went upstairs to do homework and cook dinner (meaning, I threw 3 slices of pizza into the oven...) and then went back down in an hour when I assumed the load would be done.
Yeah. So I looked inside the machine and my clothes were still swimming in soapy water.
So either I broke the damn thing or it broke by itself IN THE MIDDLE OF MY WASH!
So I dragged my clothes outta there peasant-style and wrang them out and had to hang most of them to dry BEFORE putting them into the dryer. But then I noticed that, cuz all my clothes came out of that quagmire of water and soap, I left HUGE puddles on the floor and I couldn't leave that mess for my fellow tenants, so I grabbed a mop out of the corner and cleaned up after myself.
While doing this, however, two med school girls came down the steps to collect their lingerie from the dryer and there I am; Slayer tour shirt, pajama bottoms and my bear's feet slippers (which actually look like true bear's feet, complete with stuffed animal claws and everything) running around like a crazy person.
"Ah, hey guys. Have you ever seen anything like this before?..." I showed them the inside of the machine. "By the way, my name's Erik."
"No. We've never seen it do that!"
"Ah, well, I guess it was just the thing's time to fall apart."
We had some neighborly chatter and then they left.
These girls were nice but I spent the whole time thinking,
"Man, I hope they don't go tell the Super that I'm fucking shit up down here!"

So I went up stairs and ate dinner, did homework and, basically, after my 9 hour work day I went home and worked worked worked for the rest of the night.
I felt like shit.
Didn't have time to write, read for pleasure or call any of my outta state peeps.
I finally met my pillow at 4am.
It was kinda worth it, in a way, though. Cuz when I took my Bear Slippers out of the dyer they were all puffed out and HAD A 'FRO!!!!!
AWESOME!!!!!!!!
And, dude, I don't care what anyone says, the smell of fresh laundry out of the dryer is heavenly! It infuses one with a sense of comfort, serenity and that unconcious HUMM of warm sleep.

So then I woke up this morning to a FUCKING PARKING TICKET ON MY CAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Last night I was so zonked that I parked and disregarded the sign I parked under that said:
"NO PARKING! 2ND WEDNESDAY OF THE MONTH."
Yeah,... that would be today.
Well, I'll just pay the damn $10.
I got a ticket in Jan. for $25 and I CONTESTED that bitch and got it thrown out of court.
I guess as the cosmos spins it was my turn.
Like Vonnegut says, so it goes.

Rocked out to this band called Regurgitate on my way to work and swooped by the post office to drop off my 4th screenplay.
Mailed two copies:
One to the Writer's Guild of America (for registration, so no one jacks my idea).
And one to this contest out in El Lay called ScreamFest.
I am confident my work will find an audience there.
The script is called INVOKING HENRY and I have been describing it as: "a love story involving ghosts and murderers."

Got to work and picked up some CDs I ordered and now have been so fucking bored that I've been fucking around on the Internet for HOURS (which is kind of uncommon for me. Usually more than fifteen minutes in front of the computer-unless I'm writing- and I want to break something. No short attention span, here. I just don't like feeling as if I'm wasting time).
But now I'm working with this part-time employee Grace Park, who is an exceptional artist and is throwing down some sketches to accompany my latest book. Man, she's sketched some badass work. I'm going to have to throw some of it up on my pics page!

Then I tried entertaining Sepsis for a while, but I think I just suceeded in blathering and creating more boredom.

I did get SOMEthing done today, though.
I conducted a phone interview for a new employee who we'll hire on in May when some of our staff graduates college and leaves the state.
The phone interview went well and I totally think I'm gonna hire this girl. Totally enthused and seems like she'd be a good employee who won't piss me off or take 5 months to train properly.
Man, I gotta get out of fucking retail.
One more semester and I'm certified to teach!
One more YEAR and the Master's is mine!
HELL YEAH!!!!!!!!!!

Oh, AND... we got some cool shit in our shipment last night. We got some of those Tartan Asian Extreme movies. We got WHISPERING CORRIDORS and A SNAKE OF JUNE. So that means that the computer at the corporate office that spits out our inventory decisions has some good tastes in movies! Hopefully, this means my copy of TALE OF TWO SISTERS'll come in without hassle.
Loves me some Asian horror movies.
Wanna see that British horror movie CREEP, with Franka Potante.

And then tonight I get to go home and do some more homework and practice this speech I have to give tomorrow in class.
And I have tomorrow off, but have class from 5-9, so I will wake up, head to the library for a while, and then read until class time.
AFTERWARDS: I'm gonna finish RUM DIARY, write the fourth chapter in my book. Cook my ass up a steak, mix a tall glass of Absinthe and then off to bed... to sleep... for TEN STRAIGHT HOURS!!!!!!

Friday I do a nine-to-fiver but then I gots me THE THROWDOWN SHOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Now, I LOVE my out-of-state friends (Luke up in Maine. Amy in New Orleans. Bug & Dinges in Portland, OR. Tim in Santa Fe, NM.) but when they call I wind talking with them for at least two hours cuz I hear from them so seldomly and it eats up my whole night.
Hope no one calls for the next few days cuz I need to get shit done and get some rest.

Ah, BUT I'm gonna have some new pics up soon...

Well, new to S.G., but they're actually from two years ago when I lived in New Mexico.
It's some funny, pathetic shit and I can't wait for the onslaught of criticism they will elicit.

Well, I've got to go now cuz my spine hurts from hunching over the computer so damn much AND Grace brought me cookies!
Cookies, dammit!

Tired as fuck and I still have a long night of homework ahead of me...

Maybe I'll get a break and get to read some Hunter S. tonight...