Thanksgiving delivered on all cylinders, minus a few cousins. Luckily, there's a pool table in my grandparents' basement in which, unfortunately, there's some kind of leak that expels an odor reminiscent of a litter box full of dead cats.
The evening before entertained the real action, though: I've never been so close to being kicked out of a bar. Actually, had we not left immediately, I think it would have happened within a minute or two. Matsuo somehow pissed off Tiki and, as I was reaching for my nearly-finished beer, all the glasses on our table crashed to the floor. It was quite a scene; I was impressed.
So now I'm bored and at work, knocking back a few yogurts. I somehow work up at 6:40 this morning despite the alarm on my phone being at the absolute lowest volume (my fault for not anticipating that the low ring volume would also mean a low alarm volume) and my alarm clock mysteriously not going off. To reward my intuitive awakening, I slept for another 20 minutes and was 5 minutes late to work. And here I am. And there have been three customers and we've been open for more than an hour. I'm here until 2:30 and this day seems like it will feel long.
I don't know, I don't even feel like writing right now. I don't know what I feel like. I feel cold, so I suppose I could say I feel like a scoop of ice cream? That could be it. Eating a ton of sugary candy and soda doesn't leave the sweetest taste in my mouth, though.
Damn this sucks. I'm so bored. Last night I watched The Dark Knight with Aaron and Diann. It was lame. The movie wasn't lame, but who goes to bed in the middle of one? Not me. So I stayed up, by my lonesome, really wishing I had watched a movie I had never seen before.
What else is there to complain about... how about getting old? Sure, I'm only 22, but still. Aaron has a funny story about a friend of his named Colin. Back in high school, the two of them would joke around about people who light incense and sit around enjoying their nasal sensory perceptions or whatever (Aaron's description painted a clearer picture, so bear with me). The two of them were driving around fairly recently, within the past two months, when Aaron made a comment about some jagbag appreciating his incense. This remark caused Colin to turn to Aaron and respond, "Hey, uh, I'm kinda into that stuff now." I found it hilarious but also entirely plausible and probably very common. And it sucks. For instance, lots of kids I knew in high school thought the whole idea of religion and church was pretty dumb. Or they said so, maybe they were humoring me. Regardless, my point is that kids go through lots of phases and find out what irritates them and what makes them comfortable, and sometimes their left brain analyzes the idea of religion (for example) and finds flaws and fallacies and things that don't add up, but their right brain reminds them that their mom took them to church every Sunday, and how it's nice to be a part of something, and maybe they enjoyed being groped by an older man in a collar. I don't doubt that this happens, especially in my family. Hey, maybe I'll fall victim to this vicious dichotomy: logical and miserable or nonsensical and happy.
I think I strayed from the topic. I don't know how to sum this all up as one point because maybe there isn't one. But maybe all this can account for why it's difficult for me to open up to people. Everyone's always changing (ideally), so if I break out my high school fuck-Christianity jokes to my old friend who may not be a full-fledged Christian, is it worth isolating myself from this person? I don't know. Maybe that's part of being myself and seeing who sticks around. Maybe.
Anyways, I have three hours left here and it was fairly busy over the past hour or so. Now I'm getting hunger pangs that coffee is only exacerbating. Time for a Twinkie.
So yeah, this is my life. Pretty exhilarating. Tonight is Matt Skiba and Brendan Kelly at the Bottom Lounge. At some point I crossed a line with Alkaline Trio-- from excited fan to reminiscent... guy. Some bands had an affect on me that would have me going to shows because it seemed important, like whatever the singer had to say bore some great importance to the future of my life. This isn't the case anymore, but that could be due to my favorite bands all growing old at a rapid pace.
Now there's a fire across the street.
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