i ended up cleaning before i went to bed yesterday. cleaned the bathtub, the kitchen, vaccuumed the bathroom, hall, family room, and kitchen. put all the crap laying around every where in the garbage or in the basement. so now the apt looks decent.

work sucked. i almost snapped and told off my players the last 2 hours i was there. it was awful. it’s like…you know what, you’re not saying anything new to me, when you start saying you don’t like me cuz i keep beating you. and you saying “that’s fucking ridiculous” isn’t going to make me want to pay you. and GET A CLUE, you’re in a CASINO, which makes their money from you losing yours. you’re never going to be ahead in the long run. so why don’t you just fucking go home. but i bit my tongue, and only said a few sarcastic things to them.

almost went to the bar again, but i don’t take money to work and i knew if i came home i’d stay home. tony was going to drink cuz he had another bad day. i told him to come knock on my window if he needed to crash here, but either he didn’t, or i was that dead to the world that i didn’t hear him.

i was going to go out and finish my roll of film, but now its all dark out.

my old neighbor’s friend shot himself in the head yesterday. he’s not dead. that’s really gotta suck. but he’s not going to survive. apparently he got into some big trouble at work, possibly involving pedophilia, but no one is sure. either way, he’s just about dead.

i have a ginormous bruise on my knee and i have no idea how i got it. don’t remember getting it on saturday…

 

i’ve come to the conclusion that mt eats as many of my entries as blogger did. because i posted about the purse/bag i bought at urban outfitters in toronto, but it’s gone. i was wondering why fishy hadn’t commented on it.

our mailman is a retard. i got a poster tube in the mail, from doubleday (with my chucky p “diary” street team poster). he put it in the mail box, tho it doesn’t fit, left the mailbox door open. it was torrential downpouring. all the mail is soaking wet. BRILLIANT.

i’m a try to go and use my film now. it stopped raining.

 

i find it really funny, that i never know where i’m going when i’m trying to get someplace. even when i’ve been there before, i can’t find it again – like the first few trips to bct. this time, i attempted to go to the fatima shrine in lewiston. i thought i was going the same way we went the other day to pick up adr’s wallet, but apparently not – cuz i ended up on the reservation haha. ok i work for the seneca’s, and i know natives, but the rez is really friggen scary. the bullet holes in all the street signs..doesn’t make me feel good haha. anyway, turned around, went back towards the interstate, hoping i was on the right road now, and i’d drive by. nope. i did finally manage to find it LOL. it’s nice, quiet. there were 2 small chapels in the main church i wanted to photo, but there was a lady praying in one so i figured that was a bad idea. but i used up my roll, took them in to get processed. they’ll be done tomorrow, but dunno when my scanner is supposed to arrive. hopefully by the end of the week.

someone lost a cell phone in my car. i’m going to assume it’s adrs, but who knows. i found it under the passenger seat when my film all rolled underneath.

the parents aren’t going to the tour with me sunday cuz they’re going to quebec. nice of them to let me know haha. i guess i’ll be going alone, since SOMEONE *ahembrian* prolly isn’t going, and no one else is free that day. but that’s ok. i’m gonna try out the lens brian gave me, with my remaining 2 rolls of film. someone on ebay needs to sell me another case of film. soon. haha