sophast

Well I am writing this entry off-line and y the time you are reading ithours will have since passed. Im at workif you can call sitting around in a t-shirt shop/arcade for 13 hours work? Its been one of those days here, where you feel the anger and bitterness building all day and you just WANT someone to really piss you off. Just GIVE me a reason to go psycho on your yuppie ass. HEhe.god I hate tourists. They come and go in there minivan-suvs, wearing polo-shirts and khaki shorts and wrap-around mirrored sunglasses. They are walking fucking billboards. Nike, Addidas, Ambercrombie, GAP, Polo, Ohio State, Michigan State, Penn State, Just Do It, Mickey Mouse, Packers, Lions, Dallas Cowboysand on and on and on. And they all say the same thing. Oh wow, didnt this use to be a gas station. I remember Arts from (insert X number of years). Blah blah blah blahlike I fucking care you have been coming to the same over-priced grease-piteating the same fucking food that made you fatter last summer. Now I can watch your reddened, sun-deprived, greasy fat body on the very beach you sunburned yourself last year. Here some quarters for your stupid kids to play the claw machine and spend 10 bucks on a 3-cent stuffed animal made in Thailand by someone their own ageyounger maybejust so they could eat some rice. The kids here dont even have basic mannersthey shove dollar bills at mesaying nothingjust staring. So I take it, and politely say, Thanks, waiting for their reaction when their chubby little fingers dont get their quartersmuhwahaha. Spoiled little shits cant even properly, using basic manners, ask for change. I usually then look at the parents (if they have even bothered to stick around, most just are glad to get rid of the kids while on family vacation) and say your welcome, as I give the brats their money. At this point the parents scold their kids as if they knew better, Tell the nice man thank you Attention parents, dont wait until vacation to try and discipline your childrenits fucking futile to train a kid whose cracked-out on Mountain Dew, Snickers, Icecream, Doritos and cotton candy. The sugar crystallizes their brainsturns them into tired, hungry, thirsty, gotta-pee, hes touching me, are we there yet, little monsters. Their eyes glaze overcheeks become flushthey want THISand they NEED THATplease DaddyPLEASE MOMMYtheir bodies now in auto-pilot. Theyve turned into that prehistoric gathering creature that now is lost in a new environment but still needs STUFF. They dont know what theyll do with a plastic-thing-a-ma-jigbut it has the name of the place they needed to go toso they could buy stuff. I think some towns are just built from a basic need----too many miles are between two stores that carry this important stuff---so lets build it here. Like in Wyoming, Nebraska, North Dakota, Utah, Arizona, New Mexico, Michiganyou can buy all the same stuff no matter where you are. Be it a half-rabbit, half-antelope thingy, or REAL black hills gold, or real moccasins or real magnets of the state your in (just so you know where you bought it), or real leather trinkets made by real Indians. But I guess its in our natureno use in fighting that. Lets go gathering, my friendswe do need more stuff after all. I havent gone trinket gatheringerr, I mean on vacation in a while.
So yesterday was fucking cool as shit though. I got to meet one of my friggin idols. Vince Welnickformer keyboard virtuoso of the Grateful Dead. He autographed a tie-dye for me, offered to smoke me down (along with my wifes former English teacher) to which I unfortunately had to turn down due to the whole job-hunting business. Speaking of which, I find out Tuesday if I get the job at Interlochen Academy working as a Hall Counselor. I kinda hope I do get the position and that it pays well. I dont know how much I could handle moving to Grand Rapids or another big city again.Ill end being like the very tourists I despise.
Another cool thing is my digital SLR is coming Tuesday.yayayayayayaya! I am sooooo stoked. I cant wait to go picture-crazy!
Amy is out of the hospital and doing better. She even was able to lay down at Dune Grass and catch some of the music before she got too tired and sore!
My brother-in-law gets married next weekend.I think its gonna be funjust not fun getting ready and watching the freak-out that inevitably will ensue trying to get everything perfect, and perfectly ready. I love my in-laws 89% of the timenot too shabby they arejust a bit nuts once-in-awhile. Hey at least I know where Amy gets it from

okay, I feel calmer, more centeredless hostile. Venting is goodcathartic if you must!

Three Questions Id like my friends to answer:

1. What do you do to relax when your stressed, depressed and just high strung overall?
2. What book should I read at work tomorrow (something readily available at your normal bookstore)?
3. What question would you like me to answer that you wish to know of me?