i've come to the conclusion that i'm not posting to this site because i feel like my life is overwhelmingly uninteresting. i get these imaginary posts in my head that read something like this:

thursday…i went to the bar and got drunk. i sat around and made an ass of myself. then i went home and went to bed.

let me tell you…the excitement never stops around here. i could amend that by mentioning that scott ritcher was in town and we hung out for a while before he disappeared into the bathroom forever. when it came time for me to need to hit the facilities, i had to knock on the door several times. it went a lot like this…

me (knocking on the door): scott? you about done in there?
scott: wooo!
me: you okay in there, man?
scott: wooo!

ten or fifteen minutes later, he ended up coming out of the bathroom and said "i think it's time for me to go home." that stands as the understatement of the weekend.

anyhowways…friday i ended up at the bar again. i ran into a lot of people i haven't seen in a while (as well as people i see a million times in the course of the week). it was a nice evening out, but there were no crazy high points. i was a little drunk, so i felt like i was blowing a bunch of people off, inadvertantly. oh well.

saturday was more of the same. parlour played again, this time at the lava house. i enjoyed their set thoroughly, despite the fact that i was completely sauced. i ended up going back to the warehouse with john and a gazillion other people for a little impromptu party action. we all ended up on the roof, blasting some old time blues channel, drinking more beer. i ended up having some bizarre conversation with some girl that i don't remember at all (the conversation, not the girl). i do remember her not making a lick of sense, though. so i guess it's fine that i can't recall exactly what the fuck was said.

yesterday was supposed to be kickball, but we got rained out. we ended up just having the usual pre-game cookout in the little shelter thing in the park. after that, we headed back to rob's house to watch the lakers game. i guess everyone got all fired up, because we ended up at a park, playing 3-on-3 for the rest of the night. i am now convinced that i am horribly out of shape and have absolutely no jump shot to speak of. end of uninteresting story.

well, not much has been happening, i'd have to say. busy at work, busy at home. i finally managed to finish entering about 3 months worth of comics into OmniComics (that's about a 2 ft. high stack.) got them all entered, bagged & boarded, and now sorted into their appropriate boxes.

and wednesday night i cleaned my room. doesn't sound like much, but if you consider that i hadn't vacuumed the carpet since i moved in… over a year ago… you might understand why it's a "big deal."

of course, our cats are constantly in heat, rolling around, and shedding like crazy since it's summer, so my nice black sheets & comforter are already caked in cat hair. good thing i never have to worry about entertaining female guests. har.

today has been a bit on the depressing side… i took my car into the shop yesterday (saturday, today being sunday of course) expecting to have about $275 worth of work done. got a call earlier today from the place and they informed me of all the other things that are wrong with the car and how they "need" to be fixed immediately. so, now the total for the repairs will be closer to the $700 mark, and i've realized that i've made a huge mistake.

doesn't sound like much, but if you consider that i've had a pretty good run of luck most of my life (big decisions wise, anyway–never having made a "really bad" one, or at least not many)… you might realize why it's a "big deal."

i decided a while back (you all remember the ongoing "new car" debate, right? right?… anyone?) that i would not get a new car, would, in fact, fix my Tercel run it for another year until i can save up some scratch for a downpayment, and everything'll be hunky dory. i knew going into that decision that there was some work to be done… brake pads, axle replacement, possible engine trouble to overcome… well, now out of the gate i've spent yet another $800 on the damn car. (just spent $800 three months ago-ish getting the clutch replaced)… so now i'm $1500 additional dollars into the car since the beginning of the year. i realized today that this decision was a mistake, and thinking about the consequences of making this mistake has gotten me a bit depressed. i don't like making mistakes. little mistakes, maybe, but not life-impacting mistakes. i don't like it one bit.

couldn't get ahold of Jim tonight to get a ride to band-practice, and brax had errands to run and work to do Tuesday night, so we've effectively just missed a week of practice four weeks before our first show… bleh.

bleh. bleh. bleh.

time for bed.