May | 2009 | ♫ friction and harmony ♫

Recently, somebody I watch on deviantart came up with a good idea. She documented a day in her life using pictures. I figured it sounded like a good idea. What with me being in something of a creativity block, it gave me something slightly creative to be working on.

Here is a day in my life, in just under 80 pictures. If you’re seeing an incomplete entry, it’s because I safety saved. This is a big entry. I don’t want to do the entire thing only to find that for some reason, the save didn’t take. 😉

Anyway. On with the show.

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Friday May 29th, 2009.

Me, what felt like “last night” but was actually at 12:30 in the morning. Not a pretty sight! I got that tee shirt pillow at Kohl’s a couple years ago. The giant teddy bear behind me, I’ve had since it was taller than me. 😉

This is what I see while lying in bed at night before I am asleep. Hours later, when I awoke in the middle of the night, there would be a spider crawling on my walls which I had to stand on my bed to squish. I hate spiders. I don’t mind them outside, but the day I see them in my room is the day they die.

I just realized you can see Masi Oka’s picture in my room like four times, just in those two pictures. xD

Me waking up bright and early, complete with bed head and red stoner eyes. Masi Oka’s picture makes another appearance in the form of that photo edit on the wall. I edited a picture I had on the computer and got a print of it at Wal-Mart. I hate Wal-Mart. I shop there anyway. Wal-Mart and I have something of a love hate relationship. Hate their corporate crap, like the cheap shit. What can I say? I’m a human being, and human beings are shallow. ^^;

Either my mom or brother in my parents’ room getting ready for school. I didn’t see who. If you’re wondering why my brother would need to be in there to prepare for school, we keep the hairdrier in there.

Why the fuck am I up this early?

My dad watches a couple episodes of The West Wing every morning. It’s usually what wakes me up.

The view in the study room, where the computers are. This is where I spend a good portion of my time. Not hard considering the view. 😉

What I am about to have. Mountain Dew at 7:30 in the morning=WIN. My parents drink coffee, I drink caffeinated soda. I should switch to tea. It’s healthier.

Mon frère getting ready for school.

I log on to to the computer for the first time, checking news stories on MyYahoo.
Can you believe the stupid things people call 911 for? xP And GM going bankrupt… It seems this economy is screwing everybody up the bum.

I am a fan of strange but true news. I get most of my news through MyYahoo. I like entertainment news, but I am not obsessed with it. I just like to have something of an idea regarding what’s going on.

I log onto facebook, where I play one of my favorite games, Pet Society. My pet Mandy gained a level today. Cosmos is the online pet of one of my online friends, Kat, a sister in Queen crime. She’s particularly fond of Brian May/Queen, and named her pet after Queen + Paul Rogders’ album ‘The Cosmos Rocks’. I am ashamed to admit this as a Queen fan, but I do not have the album yet. I may ask for it for my birthday in October.

Then I log onto Gaia Online, where they have a prom event going on. Yes I’m a nerd. No I don’t care if you care. As you can see, I was enjoying a song called Blasphemous Rumours by Depeche Mode on youtube at the time.

As you can see, I’ve spent a couple hours online.

I decide that this is the perfect time to do some dishes.

I decide I need some tuneage, so I turn the kitchen tv to Vh1Classic, where I find a bizarre video to a song, “It’s a Mistake” by Men at Work. This is the first time I’ve heard it, I like it.

Next up it’s Promises in the Dark by Pat Benetar, which I loudly sing along with.

What I see out our little kitchen window. That neighbor’s house use to be olive green. It looks much better now, trust me. 😉

I decide to do some laundry of mine.

This is the time now. I won’t remember to put my laundry in the drier until hours later. I have the memory of an elephant. A senile elephant, but that’s beside the point.

My breakfast. Cheerios, diet Mountain Dew, and WIN. ❤

I log onto twitter to let the world know I’m documenting my day. Among people I watch; Aston Kutcher, Johnathan Ross, and Sockington.

I do a myspace survey for the first time in ages. I decide to get goofy with some of my answers.

While watching ‘You Rock My World’ by Michael Jackson on youtube, I decide my computer screen needs a good washing. I get out the spray bottle of vinegar and two dishrags.

About this time, I decide my guitar hasn’t seen daylight for a while, so I drag it out to play:
–’39 by Queen. I can play most of the chords, it’s the speed of chord transition in a couple parts that give me trouble. I don’t bother with the part of the melody that the guitar plays, Brian May used two guitars on this song. 😉
–Athena, by the Who. I can’t even begin to attempt to strum even 1/4 as fast as Pete Townshend. If strumming speed were the animal kingdom, Pete Townshend would be a cheetah and I’d be a sloth. This proves to be annoying and leads me into fits of laughter at picturing the facepalm Pete would do if he ever heard me attempting this.
–Nothing Left to Lose, by the Alan Parsons Project. I end up quitting halfway through because my fingers are killing me. They will still sting hours later.
This is one of my favorite songs, though I’m still unable to sing and play it at the same time. It’s a tad low for my singing range.

I promise, you can find all three songs on youtube.

G chord, complete with my ducky pj pants in the shot. My brother made the bracelet you see me wearing.

An annoying ad on myspace. Enough with the Twilight crap already. Nobody can even use the word “twilight” anymore without making me think of that stupid sparkly vampire, and I haven’t even read the book or seen the movie. Good going you guys.

I decide to check my deviantart next. I just checked yesterday and I have 64 deviations already. Try watching like 230 people and you’ll understand. xD

It is now 11:27 but for the sake of saving space I decline to post a picture of the clock you’ve already seen like three times.

A little later, I decide it’s lunch time. I reheat some of the yummy spaghetti I made lastnight. I used fettucine noodles because we didn’t have any spaghetti ones. NOM. I ate in front of the tv though. :3

Rest in Peace, John!

Again, I tune to my favorite channel, Vh1Classic. Tunes for lunch include Dust in the Wind by Kansas, A cover of Saturday Night’s Alright for Fighting by The Who (in which they throw in a bit of Take Me to the Pilot) and Let’s Go by the Cars. I don’t normally watch Vh1Classic this much, but hey, it’s not my fault we have over 100 channels and there’s still nothing on half the time.
And it’s like, why do we get like 5 different MTV channels, like ten sports channels, and two Christian networks I don’t give a shit about? xD

My dessert; gushers, and these yummy fruit strip things. I owe my family some more gushers, I think I had like half this box. T_T Mind you there are only six packs in there and this was over 3 or 4 days. I don’t just sit and eat a shitload of gushers at one time.

TIME HAS COME TODAY…
Excuse my thinly veiled time related music reference. Kudos if you actually know this song. Most of you reading this probably won’t.
LISTEN TO 60s and 70s MUSIC, I COMMAND YOU.

I get on the computer some more.
Preparing some stock photography for submission on one of my deviantart accounts, Trippy-CS.

More dishes to be done, so I head to the kitchen.
Tunes for this include Double Vision by Foreigner and Everybody Wants You by Billy Squier which I did not snap a picture of.
And in which I see an annoying Space Bag commercial. What I don’t get is, sure, it saves space, but every time you want to get something out, you have to open it up, take whatever you want out, and drag out the vacuum to reseal the whole damn bag. Here’s an idea, get rid of some shit.
The only way I see Space Bags being convenient is for seasonal stuff to be stored for months at a time I.E., not stuff you’re going to have to get out and reseal every other day. But when old ladies are like I LOVE HOW 20 SWEATERS FIT UNDER MY BED IN THIS TINY BAG, half of them are going to break their backs lugging out the vacuum when all they wanted to do was get out their green sweater. You know?

Please Mr. Postman! I decide to get the mail.

It’s the tiiiime of the seeeeason for loviiiiing

After this, I take advantage of the free tv to watch a little Woodstock on Vh1Classic once again (I should be paid to advertise).
I take video of some hippies, and also of my brother and I talking about Roger Daltrey, but I’m sure he preferred that stay away from the internet.

I picked the right time to tune in, because I got to see part of one of The Who’s performances. Damn, isn’t Pete Townshend downright adorable here? It’s hard to believe somebody with as cute a face as this smashes up guitars and gets into fights.

And lately I seem to like guys with huge noses. Don’t ask, I don’t know why either.

Some hippies. This picture doesn’t show it real well, but that girl is actually very pretty. They were talking about living in what others would call a communal situation… These guys like each other but don’t deal with the pretense of “going together” officially, as it were. Ah, the 60s. Hippies. Music. I should have been there. T_T

My dinner, which is a repeat of my lunch. Oh well. I have to work soon. If I don’t eat before hand, I am starving when I get home.

While outside getting ready for my mother to take me to work, I noticed the neighbor cat chilling out under my car. xD Pardon me blocking out my license plate, I’m paranoid. ^^;

A picture I took while waiting for mom to start the car.

The drive to work.

A really sweet ivy covered house. I want one.

Lookie! An ivy covered house for sale. I’m not sure how much it is, but houses in this area regularly sell for $150,000 or more. *sigh*

An amazing house in my city known as the Pyramid house. The only thing is, I guess the basement floods a lot. That’s what I’ve heard anyway.

More of the drive to work.

A camera appears from the heavens!

I get to work at 6:45, and 10:05 is the first time I have more than two seconds to pause. I get my mp3 player radio adapter to work, so for the last hour at work, I jam out to Michael Jackson, Duran Duran, The Guess Who, Genesis, Led Zeppelin, and more. Complete with loud singing along, dancing around, and air guitar. Hopefully nobody slipped in the kitchen while this was going on. If you’re wondering why the speakers don’t match, it’s because that other one didn’t work and somebody brought in another speaker. I barely use the stereo anymore anyway, but it’s nice to know that I’m not going to miss half of Eleanor Rigby the next time I listen to it at work. xD

Courtesy of this fucking pan, my favorite red shirt has a big black grease stain that might not come out.

The time it is when I finally get to leave. The clocks at work are not in synch with the clocks at my house. They should be, dammit.

I called my dad to pick me up, and he literally drove up right as I took this picture. I have to be driven everywhere because I can’t drive right now. If you don’t already know why I lost my license I don’t feel the need to rehash it.

The drive home. My dad takes the highway, rather than the residential streets like my mom does, and like I do when I can actually drive.

My back has been killing me all night, and I had Tylenol 3 left over from when I got a tooth pulled, so I took one… I ate a pear because Tylenol 3 can upset an empty stomach. At this point it’s just past 11:30 at night. You see how off the clocks at work are? It does not take like forty minutes to drive home.

After catching the tail end of Jay Leno’s last Tonight Show, I watch Craig Ferguson’s late night tv show. It’s enough that he’s hilarious, but that accent, oh my god. I could listen to him read names and numbers from a phone book. Simon Cowell was on the show, and despite me not usually being a fan of Simon’s cloth ears [when it comes to music] and overly pompous attitude, he was entertaining enough.

It’s late. A very good Queen song. Hopefully somebody had the good sense to put it on youtube.

I just finished this. It makes for an interesting attempt at sleep.

What I’m listening to. Right by Your Side, by the Eurythmics, off the album Touch, the LP of which I own and which regularly gets my record player a workout.

Me huggin mah pillow. Def Leppard poster in the background provided by Vanessa, who I still don’t speak to and who I still miss. Stevie Nicks album cover. ;3 Espn magazine cover with Michael Phelps. I’m going to do a room meme eventually so more on what’s on my walls will come later.

And that was my day. :3

-from the song by A-ha

I fully realize just how long it’s been since I’ve bothered to write here. It’s ot that nothing has happened because believe me, shit happens. Mostly to me, so don’t worry.

Seriously, though. I seem to be going through a bit of a rough spot, and I’ll tell you why.

Several weeks ago, I worked a normal day at work. I was going to start a little plan to save me some money. Sometimes I stay after work to have a few drinks. I was planning to instate a week on, week off plan. As in, don’t stay after to drink at all one week, then the next week, I’d allow myself one day to stay after and drink.

Well, let’s just say that plan never got started. I had way too much to drink, so why I decided I could drive home was beyond me. I didn’t hit anything, didn’t do anything stupid (aside from getting behind the wheel in the first place), but I still got pulled over. I was twice the legal limit. The entire experience, what with getting handcuffed and having to spend an hour in the police station getting fingerprinted and explaining things, will not be repeated. I am responsible. I’ve never driven home like that before, it’s not like me.

At first I was really beating myself up over it, thinking that it was the end of my life, but pretty soon I realised that was a stupid way to look at it. Sure. The fine is going to suck. Not being able to drive anywhere until November (with the exception of work when I get a work permit) will suck. Sure, the court date on the 18th is going to suck.

But I learned a lesson. A very valuable lesson, and if it takes all of that for something to sink in, so be it. Nobody got hurt. I didn’t collide with anything.

This could have been much worse. Thankfully it wasn’t. I’d rather have fines to pay than the knowledge that somebody got injured because of a single lapse in my judgement.

This does not mean I will quit drinking at work. True, I’ve put it on hold for the time being, but this doesn’t mean I have to cut it out completely. I just can’t be stupid about it. Plus, I needed to cut down on it anyway. I don’t really see myself staying after much until I get my license back. Besides, pretty soon here, the seasonal restaurant I work at is going to open, and my days there start at 8am. So it’d probably be a good idea not to get hammered at night when I have to work bright and early the next morning.

I hope nobody thinks any less of me because of this. Everyone makes mistakes. Granted, not the same mistakes with the same severity, but nobody is perfect. I’ve learned from it, and for the most part I’ve moved on emotionally.

A week or so later, when I was emerging from the spell of beating myself up from that, something else happened. It hadn’t been ten days from the date of my lapse of judgement, so I could still drive. I got off work exceptionally early. It was pouring down rain, very hard. I was on my way home, when it got so bad I could barely see. I pulled into the second hand store to wait some of it out (and to browse around, so long as I was there). It let up a bit and I left.

But when I got closer to home, it got shitty again. It was raining so hard, my wipers were on full blast and I could still barely see. About a quarter of a mile from home, I notice a truck behind me is following me a little too closely for comfort. I remember thinking “You can tailgate me all you want, but I’m not speeding up. I can barely see.” And I was going at least 25mph, probably even a little under that. Visability was really horrible, I could barely see in front of the car at all. I was wishing my wipers had turbo mode.

I get to my driveway, which is on the right side. To avoid hitting the curb, I swing a little out towards the left while I turn (I have been doing this since I started driving in HS). The idiot who was tailgating me that whole time sped up to pass me, and drove towards the right side of the road. He claimed I swung waaay out and that he thought I was turning into the driveway across the street from ours. Long story short, he rammed the right side of my car towards the end. (The picture was taken a day or two later, hence it being sunny)

Luckily, he missed hitting my back door or the brake light.

Here’s another shot if you care to look:http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj281/OpenTheDoor_Blue/My%20photos/DSCF9522.jpg

I stopped the car right there, got out and screamed “What the FUCK were you thinking?”

He started screaming at me how I swung way out, he thought I was going to turn into the other driveway, I didn’t use my turn signal (which I always do; sometimes my blinker kicks itself off and has to be turned on several times per turn), yadda yadda yadda.

My dad came out and argued with the guy for a bit while my mom called a cop. At one point this idiot was wagging his finger right in my dad’s face. I was going inside so I didn’t catch what was being said, but the guy was babbling about his insurance, he wasn’t tailgating or speeding, he had a black box in his car that would show just how fast he was going…etc.

I gave the cop my story… Later, while dad was doing insurance stuff, I learned that we won. On the accident report the insurance guys gave, it was all the other guy’s fault, and he WAS tailgating, and going too fast for the conditions.

We have to get a repair quote for the insurance guys, but it’s not something that needs to be repaired per say. Not like if he’d busted up my tail light, then my car wouldn’t be able to be driven anywhere by anyone until we could get it repaired. Or the back door. We had a car with one smashed up back door you couldn’t open; that got very annoying on family car trips.

So yeah. That’s what’s been going on during my little hiatus from writing here.

Today, I took a walk to turn in some stuff at the library and I have a few pictures. Note that these weren’t necessarily taken with anything artistic in mind, I just wanted to show what I see on some of my walks.