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everyone's falling asleep around me (or "striking out, but in the ballpark...sort've...")
i fucking overslept again! got a call from Camy's at 5:30...gah! i hate being late so much in a row...not good...and one woman called the store to tell them that i was being rude...well, this person, i went to their house...knocked...nobody fucking answers for like at least 5 min...they have a glass security door...not condusive for knocking...i hurt my hand trying to knock loudly...finally, as i was walking back to the car, i heard someone opening the door...then i waited even longer for them to get the person who ordered the food...of course i'm upset 'cuz i wasted time and my hand's fucking sore (on top of my previous mood from being late...) i was by no means overtly rude...she asked me if i had to wait long or something and i said something like "several minutes" she did give me a $5 tip "for my trouble" or something like that...i even "have a good night" in trying to be somewhat pleasant since she did tip...maybe it came off sarcastic...i'm sure it came off insincere...as i was still pretty annoyed...but oh well...
after work i went to meet Brad at the Young Avenue Deli...there were these indie chicks sitting at a table...and Brad and i were joking about us talking to them...various imaginary scenarios of being mocked/laughed at and such...then Bob Dole (Mike...frattish asian guy...a bit of a nob but he can be nice...even though he's all "suave" and works on his badass Corvette shirtless as a hobby or whatever...) then he's saying we should just go over there and talk to them...we, of course, laugh at this concept...then he's like, "what if i go over there and tell them my friend's shy and wants to buy you a drink, if we'd go over there" we feign contemplation of this idea...but then he's like "i'm going over there" we ask him not do...but he gets up, Brad grabs his shirt and says "NO! DON'T!" but he does...so we're forced to ignore our cowardice and go over there...neither of us would go by ourselves, but we eventually (after whining and being told we'd look like asses not going up there now...) both went to their table...there were 3 girls...and it turns out they're from Atlanta...doh! we did sit there and talk for a while...one of them, Candy, was one of the most attractive girls ever...insanely so...it was prob'ly mostly pretty pathetic, but at least they didn't openly show signs of disgust/pity/emberassment or anything...one of them (Erica? something like that) was married...ummm...a little while later a band started playing...i forget their name...they're from Georgia...they were OKAY...pretty unspectacular...for almost all of their songs i was thinking "oh this sounds just like suchandsuchsong"...one thing though, the girls were "pizza slingers"...just like Brad and me...then The Compulsive Gamblers came on...i like the Oblivians alright...but this was just crappy...they went to leave a little into their set...we left too...so nothing went anywhere, but it's not too bad 'cuz it was over before it began, them being from Atlanta and all...blah...one thing: like less than five minutes into talking to them Brad brings up being in a band...i was kind've just holding my head down...a bit blatant...but oh well...we went back to Brad's...he passed out on the couch...while he was asleep, and waiting to see if Camy's would call me back in, i wrote some more of that story...it's almost finished...pretty short...like most everything i write...(assuming i actually write anything...) then i went over to David's...Aaron was there too...they fell asleep on me too, after a little while...after watching some thing on the History channel about The Crime of the Century...now i'm home...maybe i can say i learned something...grown somewhat...devloped into a better person...shed another scale of the boy i was, stepping ever so slowly out into the man i will become...the joke there being that i'm joking...yea...
after work i went to meet Brad at the Young Avenue Deli...there were these indie chicks sitting at a table...and Brad and i were joking about us talking to them...various imaginary scenarios of being mocked/laughed at and such...then Bob Dole (Mike...frattish asian guy...a bit of a nob but he can be nice...even though he's all "suave" and works on his badass Corvette shirtless as a hobby or whatever...) then he's saying we should just go over there and talk to them...we, of course, laugh at this concept...then he's like, "what if i go over there and tell them my friend's shy and wants to buy you a drink, if we'd go over there" we feign contemplation of this idea...but then he's like "i'm going over there" we ask him not do...but he gets up, Brad grabs his shirt and says "NO! DON'T!" but he does...so we're forced to ignore our cowardice and go over there...neither of us would go by ourselves, but we eventually (after whining and being told we'd look like asses not going up there now...) both went to their table...there were 3 girls...and it turns out they're from Atlanta...doh! we did sit there and talk for a while...one of them, Candy, was one of the most attractive girls ever...insanely so...it was prob'ly mostly pretty pathetic, but at least they didn't openly show signs of disgust/pity/emberassment or anything...one of them (Erica? something like that) was married...ummm...a little while later a band started playing...i forget their name...they're from Georgia...they were OKAY...pretty unspectacular...for almost all of their songs i was thinking "oh this sounds just like suchandsuchsong"...one thing though, the girls were "pizza slingers"...just like Brad and me...then The Compulsive Gamblers came on...i like the Oblivians alright...but this was just crappy...they went to leave a little into their set...we left too...so nothing went anywhere, but it's not too bad 'cuz it was over before it began, them being from Atlanta and all...blah...one thing: like less than five minutes into talking to them Brad brings up being in a band...i was kind've just holding my head down...a bit blatant...but oh well...we went back to Brad's...he passed out on the couch...while he was asleep, and waiting to see if Camy's would call me back in, i wrote some more of that story...it's almost finished...pretty short...like most everything i write...(assuming i actually write anything...) then i went over to David's...Aaron was there too...they fell asleep on me too, after a little while...after watching some thing on the History channel about The Crime of the Century...now i'm home...maybe i can say i learned something...grown somewhat...devloped into a better person...shed another scale of the boy i was, stepping ever so slowly out into the man i will become...the joke there being that i'm joking...yea...