Iron man

After the past few weeks and especially tonight, I've decided to go back to taking the iron supplements. It'll probably cause a lot of pain, but I'm tired of being tired.

I've also decided to start saving up for a trumpet.

Sounds good to me.

Fortune and glory, kid.

Father's Day

My mother handed me a Father's Day card for me to sign. My brother had already signed it. I wrote a little message next to his and signed it:

Love,
Darren, the better looking son

Other possibilities:
-the son who can't grow facial hair
-the son who disappoints you more
-the son who can do ten chin-ups (I swear)
-the son who might have more disabilities than his sibling
-the son more likely to inherit your receding hairline
-the son who lost an arm wrestling match to a girl smaller than him
-the son, who after a quarter century, still has his V-card
-the son with more issues than National Geographic

Hang in there

The abridged version: I got conned into being a bookkeeper instead of a student optician at my job. I'm lousy at it. I've been lousy at it for 10 weeks now. I've been miserable for 5 weeks. I considered quitting, but decided to suck it up instead.
Then I got yelled at by my boss today. Over the phone, while I was at home. I deserved it, for doing such a shit job, but the point is that this wasn't supposed to be my job to begin with.
Tomorrow, I will offer my boss two options: I'll accept a pay cut in exchange for being just being a student optician, or I quit. It's not a threat or anything; he won't lose out on much if I walk. But it'll offer me more peace of mind. It'll be a huge pain in the ass to have to start looking for a job in the middle of summer if I quit, but it's really difficult to describe just how miserable I've been these past few weeks. Anything has to be better than this.

Blackbird, fly

The twin lens reflex camera is way more difficult for me to use. At least the shots came out decent. The double exposures were all by accident; I forgot to wind the film. And the way I ruined that last shot with my shadow? You can tell I'm a pro at photography.

New experiences

I finally got my little novelty camera this week. I don't think I really know how to use it properly, because I've nearly broken it a couple of times and today, I managed to rip off a piece of the film just from rewinding the film. I guess I'll find out tomorrow just how badly I screwed up when I get my film developed.

Tonight was the first practice with the new PDW lineup. It didn't really hit me until today, but I think I have a problem with keeping rhythm, even when there's a drummer keeping the beat for me. Which makes me wonder just how bad my playing when I still played; I may have actually been a lot worse than I remember. It would explain why my piano teacher screamed at me every lesson, every Saturday.
Most of today's setbacks seem to have stemmed from me and my playing. At one point, I had to have a 15 minute break just so I could sort myself out. Sorry guys. I swear I'll get better.

I went paintballing on Thursday. I guess the only thing people really want to know about paintballing is if it hurts when you get shot. It hurts, but it's nothing you won't get over within a few seconds. Unless you're shot up close. Then it's a bitch. Just ask Sergio or Mark. I think the fact that I'm out of shape killed me more, though. Even running a few feet, from one hiding spot to another, is enough to leave me gasping for air. Thanks, smoking.

I'm sure most people find College Humor really lame, but I actually like their sketches, as amateurish as they are. This is my favorite:

Average

Today, I was half asleep on the way to work and got off at the wrong subway stop. I thought I would be late. I was not. MLIA

I should be ecstatic, then

"One of the keys to happiness is a bad memory"
-Rita Mae Brown

I hope she's right.

C'est dommage

Remember how I wrote a few months ago about how Fischerspooner was coming to town and that I could finally fulfill the pact that I had with Sergio? He had been on my case (and rightfully so) because I had promised to go to the show with him, but hadn't yet bought a ticket for myself. I initially didn't have the money and when I finally had the money, I didn't have the time/motivation to go get the ticket.
I got a call on my cell phone during work today. Normally, I wouldn't pick it up, but no one was around. It was Sergio.
"Hey Darbs, can you check when the Fischerspooner show is for me?"
"Isn't it on the sec- oh, shit. I think you missed it, dude"
"What?!?!"
"Yeah, I think it's on the second. You missed it completely."
It was on the second. He missed it completely. Neither of us got to see them. What a happy ending.

The halfway mark

I've been trying to update this for the past few days, but I never really have anything substantial to say. So I'm going to do it Lenny's way; it's more concise.

Things I'm stoked on:
-Driving Range Sundays
-new (novelty) camera
-having my Sundays off
-money in the bank
-Pedestrian Sundays in Kensington, even though it won't happen for another month
-PDW, once I get around to practicing
-half-way through my required number of hours for summer placement

Things I'm not so stoked on:
-having only Sundays off
-near-meltdowns at work
-lack of sleep
-getting stopped and searched by cops
-nowhere near the required number of fittings required for summer placement

If you wanna ice cream, ice cream with me

When everything goes to shit, at least I still have ice cream. Don't ever leave me, ice cream.