after celebratory sushi and celebratory peanut butter / vanilla ice cream pie at red robin, of all places, we finally made it back to the house. i then commenced crashing 23 hours after i last woke up. i woke up naturally at 4:46am. fuckin a.
i had a very vivid, very strange dream. i was volunteering with this group of kids who were having a soccer tournament, but it was more of a hockey game but they didn't have sticks so they had to throw the ball around. anyway. during a break in the game when all the kids were having lunch i walked over to talked to my friend and was ambushed by guys trying to pick me up. this, unfortunately, is not a premonition, as joanna and i were out and about today and randomly getting hit on. it was all her, though. sigh.
nevertheless, a fabulous day lay behind me. before joanna's class we spent an odd hour discussing the hypocrisy of religion and then analyzing every person who meandered by our bench. could i have such effortless and meaningful conversation with just anyone? i think not. i spent the next 2 hours waiting for her to get out of class and read sweet thursday, which i adore beyond all comprehension. that steinbeck's comedic work is still socially relevant decades after its initial publication is a testament to his mastery of literature. that sentence is a testament to my mastery of pompous writing skillz, yo.
we went to get her oil changed and bounced around in a tower records for a bit (where i discovered that the hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy was made into a movie via BBC in 1981 and where i had to talk myself out of buying the screenplay for ghostworld because despite my recent acquisition of a job my paycheck will be a few weeks in coming.) that's when i noticed i had a voicemail. it was from washingtion mutual, and i returned it anxiously and when the hiring person told me i had the job, i ran around the store smiling like a dipshit looking for joanna. strangely enough, happiness suits me.
i do not understand obsessions with bjork.
and straightedge (pardon me, sXe) culture amuses me.
i'm starving. time for some poached egg goodness. and perhaps a jog is in order. although my lungs are crying for mercy after that pack i smoked yesterday. i've noted this to myself before, but once again: note to self -- smoking a pack in one day after only consuming 5 cigarettes a day for an extended period of time results in pained lungs and other respitory issues.