2001-04-27 - 10:53 p.m.
Yeah, it's been a long time since my last entry, and yeah, I promised one the day after my last one, but this time it's not entirely my fault.
Actually, it probably still is, but you'd need some obscure law of math to prove it.
See, I did write an entry the day after the last one.
However, as I was hitting the "done" button, that was the exact time that Diaryland crashed last week. Net result, twenty minutes of fervent typing gone to waste. I just didn't have the heart to retype the entry for a while.
You didn't miss that much. It was just me whining about how I felt like a sell-out because I had been forced to buy khakis to wear to work. Not that they're not comfy, but they're khakis, and I'm a white t-shirt and blue jeans guy. In fact, that's all I ever wear nowadays. Khakis just aren't me.
Work is going fine, thanks for asking. I've sold enough porn by now to be immune to it, and I seem to be fitting in just fine. If only I could balance the register when I close, I'd be the model employee, actually.
I think I found an apartment for the summer. Right above the bookstore, actually, which is convenient, cause then I can set my alarm for 7:29 and still be early to work at 7:30 if I sleep in my clothes. Cool and/or groovy. Who cares if I'm living with two people I don't like? It's not like I'm supposed to be friends with them- they're roommates.
The other reason I haven't been updating much lately is that there isn't a lot to say. I've been working. A lot. I put in more than 40 hours this week at two different jobs. My life has become a meaningless trudge to class, then work, then home to bed. I haven't even had time for wrestling this week, which gives an indication of how sad my life has become.
Shoot me now.
I've done a lot of things for the first time during the last couple weeks, I've realized. First time DJ'ing, first time at a strip joint (A story for another time) First time I've ever worked two jobs at once, First time I've ever sold porn, and a host of others that only get told to my "other" diary. (translation- I'm trying to sound mysterious and like I have a crazy, fun-packed life, when really, those are all the firsts from the last couple weeks.)
Shut up Ken!
Make me!
Formal's tomorrow. The old people (alums) are gathering. I'm not really all that stoked about it. I'm actually thinking of cutting out early and just taking advantage of the night off to have some much-needed "alone" time.
Not that kind of alone time, you perverts. I still make time for that, no matter how busy my work schedule is.
But Ken, you'll have plenty of "alone" time after Formal, since no one is going to go home with you, heh, heh.
Shut up Ken! Someone might...well, actually, you're right. I will be going home alone tomorrow night. In fact, I'm not even going to waste the effort of trying to score.
Good plan, big shooter! You know, if you stopped wasting all your energy mooning over fruitless pursuits that will never, and in some cases, can never go anywhere, you'd be a much better person.
Wow, Ken, you're even a big jerk to yourself! Amazing! No wonder everyone likes you so much....
Damn skippy! But I'm right, too. You can't deny that.
Yeah, I guess so. So what do you reccommend?
Go alone to formal tomorrow, dance alone, hoist a few with close friends, dance alone some more, have a few alone, dance alone, have a few more, alone or with others, go home alone, and go to bed alone. The more you try to stick to that plan, the more fun you'll have tomorrow. Remember also that a man without hope is a man without fear. So don't be afraid of anything, cause you're hopeless.
Sounds good. You're a right mad bastard, Dr. Ken. I'm glad I came to you.
What's this I hear about you getting cast in some play or another?
Oh, yeah. I'm playing Jonathan in "Arsenic and Old Lace," the Ripon summer production. Jonathan is the psycho, serial killer older brother. He's not a nice man.
Sounds like a real stretch for you, Ken.
Hey, I have big shoes to fill. This part was initially played by, and written for, Boris Karloff. I have to try to be that creepy.
Do you ever worry about being typecast? You play the jerk/scary guy roles a lot.
Hey, there's nothing wrong with being a character actor. Plus I can be villianous until the day I die. There are worse career paths I could take than being the next Gary Oldman or Christopher Walken.
Right you are. When does it perform?
May 31, June 1 and 2.
Sounds good. Just don't say the M-word. Or bad stuff might happen.
What, Macbeth? Macbeth, Mac-
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