Re-Update Thinga-ma-jig

so its monday morning, bright and early. scratch that. its monday morning, overcast and late. i have returned to the land of the working (living?) and am eagerly awaiting my next assignment. which, in the two hours i've been here, has suspiciously failed to materialize. well, i'm not actually suspicious... this is basically normal, and plus, I DON'T GIVE A RAT'S ASS! but i digress.

so i made it through four whole days of vacation. my plan is to detail the days, one by one, so i suppose i'll stick with that, rather than wander around aimlessly, get lost, and come to three days later with my hand in my pants on a bus to tijuana. oh if it could only happen...

Wednesday

technically, i didn't take wednesday off. i just left a little early, at about 2.45. so from work i headed straight for... THE BANK! woo-hoo! getting finances in order! and stuff! with money! so i got there, waited for a while while the muzak made a feast of what was left of my functioning brain, and then got to talk to someone.

my goals for this bank visit:
transfer all funds in my savings account to my checking account
close my savings account

reasoning:
i will be investing money in various places soon, i would like to have it all in one place

so when you tell people at a bank that you want to close out one of your accounts, its actually code. its code for "we get less money off this sap". so of course, they hit you with THE LOOK. its the look that says "you kick puppies". you say "i'd like to move my funds to my checking account and close my savings account," they hear "i kick puppies. and i like it. and i drink the blood of crucified christian babies. it's delicious!". so that's fun.

in addition, they get all nosey when you move funds around and give an appropriately vague, "i'm planning to do some investing in the near future." its really none of their business. but this is where an important lesson comes in: the people at the bank are NOT your friends. oh, you want them to be, because banks are scary and big and corporate, and you don't really understand how they work... they're big gigantic magic money machines as far as we normal people are concerned. but the people at the bank aren't there to help you in this frightening place, they're there to sell you stuff, whether you need it or not. bastards.

so you tell them you'll be doing some investing, and then they waste ten minutes of your telling you about their crappy investment options. and when you say no thank you, they ask, "well, where were you thinking of investing?" as though it were their business. and the whole time you feel like a cheating spouse being confronted by your irate significant other... "i'm sorry! ing direct seduced me! it won't happen again! i only have cash for you!" blah blah blah. banks are rapidly becoming one of my least favorite places...

upshot: they did what i wanted them to do, i SHOULD have an atm card in a few days, i went home, got changed for yoga, and then spent two hours alone at starbucks drinking decaf coffee and writing until my class. all in all, it went all right. and after yoga, i felt much better.

Thursday

got up at ten thirty, moped around, read, stayed online for what felt like hours, started getting that freaky, "what the hell am i doing with myself" feeling. went to the gym, came home and showered, felt slightly better. made plans to have dinner with chris and then visit with her and kas until i needed to be home at ten to take shrooms with zach. mom and rachel left for a quick day at the coast around four in the afternoon. i did my thing. all is looking good.

all right, story time. so last time zach and two of his buds did shrooms, i was there. i was really stoned, but i was fine, basically. we all hung out on the roof, went for a nice long walk, got vaguely lost, etc. all the classic shroom activities. i expected this fungus filled romp to be much the same. a few people, calm and chill, perfect time to relax and see what shrooms are all about.

DAMN WAS I WRONG!!!

i get home to find about eight people there already. some are drugging, some are not. i eat the shrooms (which don't taste all that bad, really) and we hang. it is loud. people in zach's room are playing video games and an electric guitar. people in the upstairs lounge-y room are listening to the stereo. people are smoking weed all over the upstairs, and cigarettes too, though usually the cancer stickers are out on the balcony. AARGH! and yes, the drugs are beginning to kick in, and i'm getting pretty light-headed.

so we all chill inside, i'm having a great time sitting and trancing to the music in a chair (except that people keep looking at me and laughing, because i'm apparently the FUNNIEST MOTHERFUCKER IN THE WORLD! or some stupid bullshit like that. but the shrooms are definitely working. like, your attention gets caught very easily, and your eyes play little tricks on you. some chicks called zach and asked if they could come over. he, like a dumbass, says yes. i'm thinking "buzzkill, waiting to happen." eventually, i go downstairs because the upstairs room is starting to look a little creepy.

i chill with chester in my bed for a while, because i'm busy being on my own little trip while the rest of the world wants to be all up in my grill. or at least be mad loud and annoying, and blah blah blah. so i almost fall asleep, zach finally finds me and makes me go back upstairs. i'm definitely tripping. its mellow. pretty euphoric. you just feel kind of generally at peace and good, and have the attention span of an two-year-old with a.d.d. mirrors are pretty fun. so i go back upstairs.

at some point during the evening, i try to go on a walk by myself, but luckily zach stops me. but he's still trying to entertain the dozen people he has over. bitch. i am so pissed with him. because he thinks that its cool to try and trip AND have a party at the same time. idiot... eventually, the girls get there (there are four of them). they were mad tiny and clean, and done up, and looking for something other than ten drug-addled guys romping around a house.

not to mention they were mad christian, and don't approve of drug use...

i tried to gently ask zach if he thought the girls would have fun with us. he assured me they would, but he was clearly wrong. they sucked. they were a total buzz-kill. we all had to try and act sober. one of them insisted on "making friends" with our dog. poor chester. he was my companion for the evening, truly. he and i would go in the backyard and he would chew on wood, and i would smoke cigarettes, and i was totally happy and at peace. that's all that i wanted the evening to be, not having to navigate among ten guys and four done up girls. but this chick... i swear i would have just smacked her. its so painful to watch people who are not animal people try to "make friends" with animals.

painful because the animal is like "what the fuck is going on" and the human is talking in some sick baby voice that doesn't accomplish anything except to split the dog's eardrums. they pull the poor dog into strange contorted positions (our dog is old, mind you... he wheezes, and his legs are sorta wobbly...) so their friends can take a picture of the two of them together. that way they can show it to their friends and prove how sweet they are, because animals love them...

anywhoo... by this point, i was taking a cue from chester, and just trying to roll with things as best i could. i spent most of my time sitting on the couch, gently gazing at the ceiling, ignoring everyone and everything. someone kept trying to smoke a cigarette in the living room, and zach kept yelling at them for it. i figured this was all zach's shindig. all i wanted was to try some shrooms in a quiet, supportive environment. i didn't know our house was going to become a party zone.

but finally, everyone left. zach dropped me off at home (after an unsuccessful attempt to go hang out at a restaurant. did you know that after a certain hour at night, all restaurants are equipped with a cop? funny...) and then went on to party some more with his dealer and their friends. some girl od'd on coke, but eventually came to and they took her home. so sorry i missed it... i was asleep in my bed at the time.

upshot: my brother is an idiot who i am really angry with at the moment. shrooms are kinda nice, though i never got a chance to let my guard down and really feel them. and i hate parties and young people. i hope my brother gets in massive trouble someday for all of this.

and i hate knowing all this happened; i hate knowing that the cat almost escaped, twice, that poe was smoking in my living room, that our house was a drug den, and that i need to keep it all a secret. i hate keeping secrets. further reason to have as little to do with zach as possible.

Friday

got up. fed animals. zach and i went to Jim's for breakfast. stopped at the bookstore. rented two movies (the incredibles and harold and kumar). spent the afternoon reading, watching movie. zach cleaned up the house. mom got home at around six. i went to the gym. we ate dinner, and then i went to bed. i was tired.

Saturday

had breakfast with dad, went home, finished a book. we all went to a movie with dad and audrey. i went to the gym. we ate dinner. i went to bed.

Sunday

said goodbye to rachel, went back to sleep. had strange dreams. got up, ate breakfast. went to the plant nursery with mom; we made a list of plants to buy in the next week or two after the bed is ready to recieve them. went home. took a long nap. decided NOT to go to the gym. read for a while. began practicing for the GRE. went downstairs. stressed out and had a minor meltdown. went to bed.


so now we're all up to speed. my plants at work are doing well, and i have about eight billion phone calls to return. so i'm gonna end this, and continue my day.

i hate everything,

as always.