Had A Friday

The beginning of "Drive" used to always remind me of Everlast's "What It's Like." But they just played "What It's Like" on the radio, and then I listened to "Drive," since I have the CD in the player, and decided that I'm just basically on crack.

I was going to get Morning View today, but I didn't get a chance, really. Granted, I was at the mall, where they have music stores, but I am not going to spend twenty bucks on a CD. Maybe if it's a double album, but otherwise, no. Incubus may be quite high on my list of favorite bands, but that doesn't cancel out my tight-fisted tendencies. I have a hard time paying even $15 for a CD.

So yes, I was out shopping today. I have new jeans, and they actually fit right. It feels strange, though, because I'm not used to it yet. I also got some new shirts at Charlotte Russe. I had not known before that this store existed. When we were walking in, my mom said, "So it's kind of a Monica [my sister in Denver] store." And my sister Bev said something like, "Kind of, but not really." Actually, it's more of a me store. I went a bit crazy finding things to try on.

I wore new jeans and one of the new shirts out to Salsa Under the Stars. I almost backed out, but I did the same last week, so I went. It was pretty good. I probably won't make a habit of going, though, because it's not free entertainment. The band was pretty good. I was the only one of the group I was with that didn't drink. But I also don't drink Coronas. Afterward we went to the Frontier, where I saw enough Academy people to make up for having seen none the other day.

So, it's been a day with not much time for contemplation, other than the nearly silent rides in the car this evening. The only noise was the radio scanning. And I managed to recognize an Incubus song through static during this process. I think this is a sickness. At least I supress the urge to quote lyrics at people, though.

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Last night, I got an excellent night's sleep. Well, more like morning and afternoon, but I did manage to fall asleep while it was still dark. I slept wonderfully until four in the afternoon, at which point I got up because I could hear my niece. Maybe I should have just stayed in bed.

My mother seems to have taken it upon herself to annoy the hell out of me today. Nothing major, just a bunch of small things that add up. And the pushing at dinner. Arg. We'd gone out to Eloy's, a Mexican restaurant, and both my parents had enchiladas with blue corn tortillas, and she kept pushing me to try the blue corn stuff. I had no interest in such a thing, but she kept pushing, and even cutting a bit of tortilla and depositing it on my plate. Then it was the natillas. And both of them interrogating me as to why I asked for water once I finished the Sprite I'd ordered first. Well, for one thing, I'm fucking sick of drinking soda all the damn time; I'm convinced that's a contributing factor as to why my skin has been so bad recently. And for another thing, drinking anything acidic while eating spicy things is probably not the brightest idea. (It tends to prolong the burning sensation.)

Also, my family seems to have decided that I'm a bad person or something for not working this summer, at least thus far. But their snide comments affect me like water off a duck's back. I can't afford to worry anymore, because it just might destroy me completely. It would take a little longer now, though, since I've made something of a recovery. Also, I need a fucking break. It's either I take it easy during the summer, or I take more than four years to get through college, which I don't really want to do anyway.

I can't wait to go back to Portland.