march 19th, 2018: loneliness and gay crime

starting the day with hanging around in 30 degree weather. with a nice breeze. why? these people...

on the way back from picking up papers i had to walk with waddles. shes asking questions like shes concerned about people. shes not. and if she is, its her fault. sometimes she needs that reminder so i was kind enough to toss one her way.

i spent a good chunk of the afternoon hearing cauldrons ramblings about how she doesnt have any friends. and how she grew up in some gay crime epicenter. didnt care about any of it.

gym time. briefly. i wasnt ready apparently so i moved on but i did get through most of it.

the software isle at walmart. what is that all about? it was like walking back in time. i mean, i was there for old timey things myself but dang.

march 17th, 2018: your total is 170

so today will be a slightly busy one, but shouldnt go too long.

first up is a haircut. its been about a month and 2 weeks. kinda crazy when i think about it. first up was donuts and hot chocolate though.

mall. paying off new foamposites. apparently theyre more expensive than usual because i still owe 170. turns out the retail was 250. dang. hurts. making my rounds. more layaway, this time for some huaraches. gotta get in on that wheat action.

talking to mom. she has a gps tracker on the livmobile. crazy. i mean i said it as a joke...but she replied in seriousness.

skipping tomb raider. instead im just eating and going home. it just takes so much to do the movie thing. going there. sitting there. waiting. watching. just wanting it to be over so i can go home. not today.

relaxing with some yuck.

march 16th, 2018: i know how they used to treat african americans

so i want this week to be over. thats it. too much to ask? maybe. seemingly so, anyway. so when i get to our little workout session and the first thing up is a side conversation im just like...why is this happening. i dont know what plans were. why they changed. or why the hawk is upset. im not even sure i care.

i havent taken time for a real workout in a while. and it looks like thats gonna be the story for the week. but at least today i got something in

fumbling my way through the day and eventually its over.

but its kinda not.

at wendys and some kids are there. asking a million questions to some random guy. and their parents just left them? pretty sure they have never seen a black person before. the girl just kept going with the african american stuff. and the boy, tyler, is just sold on the fact that most people were born in 1999 or 1973. i just want to eat my not that great fish sandwich and go home.

march 15th, 2018: slap rihanna or punch chris brown?

tony made his first snkrs purchase today. i didnt think it would happen because i just didnt see him caring to remember, but he did. i offered some tips. they werent necessary. and in the end he was a winner. good for him.

at some point martin wanted me to drive some trucker dude to a gate. didnt quite get it. mostly because of her phrasing, but in the end it got all worked out.

making the final order for wrestlemania weekend celebrations. good thing i waited otherwise i wouldve bought the wrong tickets. this wwn supershow should be pretty all right. then again, the last thing will be axxess. hopefully we get in for saturday afternoon sometime.

talking music genres with stephy p. its unrelated, but i cant shake that thing of her not having music and instead just using youtube and searching for a song every three minutes.

i posted a picture of my vaudvillains shirt and simon grimm liked it. thats pretty cool.

i also learned that the brown 270s are only in kids sizes. thats not pretty cool.

march 14th, 2018: this is gonna be a long day...

3:30. am. time to start my day. the first little hiccup is nobody being around to let me sign out of my hotel room. maybe ill just leave a note...

gpc class. so that means scrambling to get those certificates together. hopefully i have them if i do actually need them. as for the class... what is this foolishness? its so long. and so dry. and so making me miss out on paramore tickets. 

i dont know how i got through the day, but i did. and for my reward looks like i have a chance to get a $5 amazon coupon thing. or not. because i dont read those trash books... expected.

maybe i should just go to sleep.