Mother's Day and Productivity

Woke up at two. Called my mom. Call was dropped. Reminded John to call his mom. Mom called me back. Get reprimanded for calling so late. Admitted to being a lazy slob who can't be arsed to wake up earlier than one on a Sunday. Was admonished to call my grandmothers, something I was already planing on doing.

Head to my apartment. Call my grandma. Get voicemail. Leave a message. Sit down at my computer. Check email. Take a shower. Sit back down at computer. Check my webcomics of choice. Check Facebook. Read some blogs. Chastise myself for not getting work done and generally wasting my weekend. Start Spanish homework. Finish corrections for the midterm and the previous composition. Start on Spanish paper about La Navidad Pasada.

Write the longest first paragraph in Spanish ever...that I have written. Meander off to look at comics on Deviant Art. Check email. Talk to a friend on Facebook. Have a nervous break down over my financial situation as usual. Get Coldstone ice cream with John.

Spend an hour reading comics on the woes of being Luigi. As in Mario's brother. Discover a Star Wars comic that parodies the first ever Peanuts strip, a strip I have seen ten million times thanks to the power of Gluck.

Curse at myself for being such a lazy piece of shit. Finish Spanish paper. Dick around on the internet a bit. Put every Pearl Jam song I own on shuffle repeat and remove myself from my computer. Rewrite the first page of my hipster story to make it coherent. Get to the point where I stopped confusing the names of the two boys in the story and sit down to start typing.

Get a call from John asking if I want food. Answer yes. Food has been lacking after all. Type. Type. Type. John tells me food will be ready in eight minutes. Type. Type. Type. Food is ready. I will be over shortly. Type. Type. Save. Type. Run over to John's apartment. Eat while watching American Pickers. Play some Pokemon red.

Convince myself to play a "quick" game of League of Legends. "I'll run back home and type for an hour after. The game won't last more than forty minutes."

Game goes for an hour five. Fuck. John asks if he can play a ladder game of LoL in two hours time. I give my blessing and run back to my apartment to type like a fiend. Do this instead.

Open Mic

They got me with the promise of a free Disneyland pass. So I went up, read a couple poems, cracked a couple jokes and sat down. I lost the raffle for the Disneyland pass, which put a damper on things. I could have really used a free trip to Disneyland.

I did get a $15 iTunes gift card. This means I need to make decisions and pick an album that I want to buy. That's going to be fun. In the mean time I have a Spanish test tomorrow, and I need to finish my hipster story and write critiques.

Oh and I have my workshop to look forward to. That'll be great.

Pasadena

Well I guess it's best to be writing a non-fiction piece about LA wile in LA. I even drove past some of the places I mention in the story earlier today and late last night.

I told my sister I would pick her up from work last night at midnight over by USC. I insisted to myself that I would turn around and go straight home after I got her home, after all I had shit to do the next day. Lost of shit. But food and Target intervened and I ended up taking her to work and taking the 110 back to her house.

I've been sitting at her desk since I got back working diligently, mostly diligently on my story. On occasion Eddie Izzard causes problems with productivity, but that's okay he's an executive transvestite.

I have three more sections of my story to write and then I have the ADVENTURES OF ANNOYING FUCKING HIPSTERS to work on for Tuesday. I have two and a half hours to get this accomplished.

Oh and don't forget the critiques, gotta do that too.

MONEY

It's May 1st. You should have been able to ascertain that from the date in the heading, but that's not the point.

CalArts cashed my check which is good I guess. Still waiting on my Gluck money so that I can disperse it to the four winds. Paying John back, paying my cell phone bill, buying a new tire for my car, maybe paying down my credit card, and this is all assuming that it doesn't go straight into my student account and pay off some of my summer fees.