Tuesday, Mar. 08, 2005
Nothing Important
I had a pretty good time this weekend. Work on Saturday was the usual, except I just didn’t really seem to care about what was going on. Saturday night, I went out with Gus and his married friends. Actually, his married couples. He has four close friends, 3 of which are married, and the other one is thinking about getting married. We were with 2 of the married couples and the most likely soon-to-be married couple. It’s strange hanging out with all of them because they’re all newlyweds and still in that real lovey-dovey stage where they have to be in constant physical contact with each other all the time. Plus, I just met most of them a couple weeks ago, so I’m not too comfortable around them yet. The one couple that I’ve known since last summer is cool, though. They’re the ones that tell Gus all the time that he needs to keep me around because they really like me. I’m glad they’re putting in a good word for me.
Saturday afternoon, I bought my plane tickets to Bolivia. A whopping $661.00. It’s pretty cheap considering I’m bought the tickets 5 months in advance. I wanted to wait another month or so to buy them since I’ve had so many expenses lately due to doctor’s and dentist’s visits, but I couldn’t take the chance that the prices would increase, because I really couldn’t afford anything over $700.
I’m excited to see Morgan. We haven’t seen each other in about 15 months. It’s hard because I want to call her all the time, but it’s $1.49 a minute to Bolivia. So instead of drunken phone calls, she gets drunken letters that I write at 3:30 in the morning after I get home from the bars so that I don’t forget anything. When I look it over in the morning, the writing is all sideways and slanted and some of it is actually in gibberish, not English. And I send it to her anyway because it’s funny.
My blisters finally went down, allowing me to resume practicing my bass. I read that I was using the wrong finger form, so I had to basically relearn the song again with the correct form to avoid further blisters in the future. Everyone tells me that I have to develop calluses if I want to be good at the bass. So, so long pretty and soft fingers. I must give you up to accomplish my dream of being a badass bass player.
I don’t really want to be at work today. I should have called in sick. I do have Friday off though, so this week will be pretty short. Lately, I have just not wanted to be here. I think it’s getting time for me to move on. But, anywhere else I go, I won’t get paid as much as I do here. Especially not on a Marine Science/Biology degree. Unless I become a teacher. Yeah, right. And I can’t go back to school yet because I haven’t saved enough money. So I guess I’ll be here a while longer, unless a great job or some money miraculously falls in my lap.
Off to pretend like I’m working.
summerroll at 10:43 a.m.