Monday, March 03, 2003
at 8:20 PMI Can't Get No Girly Action
Richard worked his last day yesterday. His parting appeared amiable. He simply grew weary of work. I understand; it's why I left KD's Music and Arts, aside from the other reasons. At least now, I get some hours.
I need to remember to pay up the dues for my AP tests this week. I'll only take European history and English IV. Not that I would fail the government or economics exams, but my "3" would appear meager. Well, I might fail economics, which utterly depresses me. I ought to understand the concepts, but I just do not. Argh.
Naomi scheduled me to work starting at 4:00 this next Monday. She keeps forgetting I have Japanese, and I keep forgetting I have Japanese. Dadgummit.
Michael wants to see Metallica when they come to town. Some little friend of his offered to get him tickets yesterday (which is the first day tickets went on sale) for seventy-five dollars. Between then and this afternoon, however, this "friend" told Michael that Ticketmaster raised the price of tickets to one hundred fifty dollars. The Father calmly pointed out that the Rolling Stones played at this same venue recently for much less than that. Michael also expressed concern the tickets would sell out soon, to which The Father cackled gleefully before, again, gently pointing out that Metallica never compares to the Rolling Stones, especially in a stadium seating a maximum of seventy-five thousand people at which not even the Rolling Stones filled entirely. Michael and his smelly friends are mongoloids.
Mr. Phelp(s), the financial aid counselor, came by goodly to gift us with local scholarship hook-ups. I shall complete several applications before falling into slumber this evening.
