2001-11-06 - 10:15 p.m.
ahh what a day it has been. it pretty much sucked. i was in a bad mood for a lot of the day. it was fun to do dot day, even though i doubted its worth, it turned out to be a kinda fun game. seth and i had the worst time at lunch trying to avoid talking to each other. with everyone else, i didnt really care, but seth, he wasnt getting my damn dot. anyway, other than that, i was in a pretty shitty mood. not to be attributed to any specific event, it was just an overall attitude problem, i think. however, this all changed, so easily, so quickly, so smoothly.
if i could have dave every day, i honestly believe that i would be a better and much happier person.
i found him sitting on my car with his adorable coke, waiting in the parking lot for me after school. i was walking with shareen, complaining about something [mrs huddleston] and couldnt really look up because of the sun. when we were pretty close to my car, shareen goes, "um, theres someone sitting on your car..." i look up, and there he is.
there is no better feeling than that.
so we went to the park, and could only spend an hour together cause i had work at four. i would have done anything for another hour of "roundball" and puppies and girls on rollerblades (or even more buttrock, i would have settled for that).
work was great, as always. and oh my god, i did the hardest thing that i have ever had to do in my life tonight, honestly. this guy came in to j. mikes, and he ordered a sandwich, and neil youngs "heart of gold" was playing on the radio. while chad was slicing the meat, and i was standing there, waiting to put all of the stuff on it, the guy starts singing... like... LOUD... and directly to us... looking at us, singing... i cant handle things like this. i had to stare at my hands to keep from falling on the floor in laughter. and then, when id think that i had gotten it together, id look up at chad, and hed be crying he was trying not to laugh. i stood there, in shear fear, knowing that in just a few seconds, i would have to look this man in the eye and ask him if he wanted onions lettuce or tomato on his number 13. i had to turn my back to the guy for a bit, to gain some composure, but it was without avail. he kept on singing, teh entire time chad was slicing his meat and the whole time that i was putting stuff on his sandwich. it was fuckin ridiculus. you dont do that to kids. you know theyre gonna laugh. he was singing so loud! and he was so bad! and then hed get a line wrong and chad and i would piss our pants a little more. after he left i had to run to the back and grap tblank and try to tell him through my uncontrollable laughter what happened. i had to curl up in a ball in teh corner of the store to calm down. standing there, with the guy looking at me, singing, me, trying not to die, was the absolute hardest 3 minutes of my life. hell. perfect hell.
well i hope dave makes it back to the boro safely tonight... its gonna be a long 3 days.
i just realized that sunday is my moms bday. holy shit, what am i gonna do?
"one way or another i just wish i had known, to go out walking in the sun, and find out if you were the one. does it make you wanna come a little closer? and did you wanna dance with me? did you wanna hum a little harder now?... im just waiting for the day." counting crows.
