february fourth, 2012
yesterday was alright - i had all these intentions to do productive things, and did nothing but read for a while. in the i got up around 10:30, and livi left. my dad was freaking out about the situation with the bank so he insisted we immediately up and go to chase - i was alright with this, but i’d had all these intentions to like take a shower and do my hair, look decent for the day. whatever.
the guy who took care of us at the bank reminded my dad a lot of terry. he was fifty-five years old and he was really sweet. he kept apologizing to us because he’d just started a new career and he hadn’t exactly gotten into the swing of things. he kept telling us how he’d followed in his daughter’s footsteps, she worked at chase too, and how he wanted to help people like us in our situation and it was really sweet. he didn’t really answer any questions we had but he made us both feel a lot better. i got home, sat around for a while, did a couple things.
i’d texted savannah and bri with intentions to introduce them and have a lovely day. savannah’s mom took forever but i eventually hung out with her at like three. bri told me she’d text me after work, which was at like five for her. i was pissed when i texted her at like six and she told me she was already smoking with someone else. whatever. it was probably because i told her that i never work tuesdays or wednesdays.
i brought savannah to the bank because i’d gotten my new card in the mail, but it seems to me that chase seems to have failed to provide me with a pin code so now i have a card that i can use (there’s a whopping like just under fifty dollars on there), but i can’t do anything debit related because of the pin problem. so i guess i’ll go to the bank tomorrow in between work and school, ask them what the fuck they think i’m supposed to do because you know january tenth was the last time i had a functioning bank account and i have two fucking jobs and i buy my own food and gas and clothes and i’m trying to save up for a three thousand dollar trip to italy but they are making it really difficult for me to be able to do that and i quite frankly i really don’t appreciate any of it.
if all else fails, there’s enough on my card for an emergency stop at a food restaurant and gas. and i have like 4g sitting on my bed so i think i’m set for a while.
after i gave up on trying to fix my bank account, savannah and i just kind of drove around for a while. we headed to the dominicks parking lot to pack the bowl, went and hotboxed on a street off of rainbow road. neither of my lighters worked, so we trekked over to walgreens to buy a red lighter to match my purse and my shoes and my car (another one, you know, because the one i had casey buy me disappeared.)
the guy hardly batted an eye, it was absolutely wonderful.
so then we went back and smoked about three quarters or about half of the bowl when sam called me and told me to meet him at cuba marsh. we were both wonderfully high and agreed to just put down the pipe to wait to pick up. we sat at cuba marsh and discussed people we’d loved, people we’d like to love… you know. then sam called me and told me something about a gate and a park and his car that i couldn’t understand, and by the way, can you just meet me at dunkin’ donuts? kaitlyn and sydney worked at dunkin’ donuts so i did it because i thought it would be funny.
so we picked up and went back, finished the first bowl, smoked another, had a lovely time. we drove for a while, i got frustrated with the actual act of driving. we got lost for a while, as well, but we both agreed that we enjoyed it.
eventually we ended up at culver’s because i can never seem to stop myself from buying a concrete mixer for 1.88. it’s the one good thing.
we discussed how substance of any kind sent our stomachs into whirling rages of discomfort. we ate the concrete anymore, agreed that we’d regret it later but in the meantime, you know, this was the best ice cream either of us had.
we went to sit in the parking lot at goodwill, because sometimes i just park my car next to livi’s and leave it there because i think it’s cute of me. we talked for a while, told some more stories, i texted matt, asked what he was doing.
eventually plans were made to meet up with matt, kevin somers, and his girlfriend. first, i had to pee.
so we went to goodwill and were rudely told that it was closed (and by that, i mean livi escorted us to the bathroom and it was lovely.)
we dropped my car off at my house, sat in my driveway and waited for them to come pick us up. it was kind of odd because kevin was sometimes a sweetheart to me, sometimes just weird and kind of douche-y. his girlfriend looked something like a crack addict to me, but i don’t think she’d ever done anything but smoke.
we smoked the tiniest joint i’ve ever seen anyone roll. i was kind of incredibly pissed about it, but i was buzzed enough not to say anything.
eventually we dropped off savannah in exchange for livi. kevin dropped us off at matt’s car, and we cruised for a while, smokd a joint he rolled out of my weed. eventually he dropped us back off at livi’s to go hang out with kevin and his girlfriend again, this time with christina.
i went to bed, potentially reinstated my relationship with michael wormley. i don’t know why, but i think that would be nice.
