Text Offender (digigasm) wrote,
Text Offender
digigasm

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I went bowling yesterday after work as part of an assignment for my communication class. We're supposed to pair up with a classmate, meet 4 times, and write a paper about the experience. We didn't do much communicating. My first game I bowled a 132. Second game, 74. Third game, 103. I suck.

Afterward, I went to Guitar Center to get a stand for my snare drum. I got there 30 minutes too early so I killed time at the military surplus store. I bought a fishing vest, light sticks, a dental mirror, and a slingshot. I went back to Guitar Center and ended up waiting 2 hours because some dude was trading in an acoutic set and buying a new one. He had his family in tow. His wife had the final say in every decision (she probably makes the money). Luckily there was another patron there that was playing on every set while we waited. He was fucking awesome.

After making my purchase, I checked my voicemail and had a message from the dog breeder. She said my puppy was ready to pick up. I was so excited I forgot to go to the college bookstore to pick up my essay books for my mid-term on Monday. I have to drive to Spokane to pick the baby doggie up. Since I have a mid-term, group assignment, and a dog to pick up next week, I asked my supervisor if I could take next week off. He's giving me shit saying "I can get you mon-thur off, I'm working on the rest." Just give me the fucking days off, man. I wish I could just quit but I simply must stay employed. I will lose everything if I don't. I hate being trapped.

I made an appointment to see my doctor on Tuesday to see if I should go on antidepressants. I'm also going to have my nose checked out because it's been bleeding every day.

I haven't gotten much drum-time in yet. I've been too busy with work and school. Every time I sit down, I end up having to adjust the position of everything. I need a fucking 6 month vacation. I'm going to take one. I have to pay off the car and drums. Then I'm going to save 6 months of income and take a well-needed breather. Capitalism is pissing me off to no end lately. If I want time, I have to sacrifice money. When I need money, I have to sacrifice time. If I had both, I'd still find something to be pissed off about.

I just want to bang on my drums all day.
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