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Nothingness
nothingness. in its greatest yet most insignificant form. go ahead and enjoy the worthless nihilistic musings that follow.

one thing and i can do nothing about

Monday, May 23, 2005
today has been quite the stressful day. work wasn't as bad as it could have been. it was a lot smaller tournament than we all thought it was going to be. we had everything set up by 11:30 and the shotgun wasn't until 1, so we had some time to spare. it went out on time and then i spent a little less than an hour chipping balls out of the rough on the range...i got a blister for my efforts, but i can handle that club much better than i did yesterday and last week now. i locked my keys in the bug again (second time in three days). my dad came and brought me the spare, then i went to the key place and had another made for me to keep in my bag in case i continue this trend of leaving them in the ignition. i came home for about two hours, finished donnie darko, ate lunch, then went back to pinehurst at 4:45. the carts were pretty much all back by 5:15 and we had them all stocked, washed, and downstairs by 6:30. despite the two guys i was working with being total assholes, we were out of there by 6:50. now i'm home. no one's here. i hate that, especially since my dad said he was going to be home tonight.

specific things that stressed me out:
- miscommunications leading to arguments
- feeling like i'm completely alone
- asshole guys i work with, specifically fabian and chris, although jake had his moments of being an asshole today as well...luckily jeff was working in the pro shop today; he always makes things easier to deal with.
- locking my keys in my car again
- me being bitchy to my dad...i'm a horrible person, really.
- some woman almost ploughing into my tiny little bug going 40 miles an hour on sheridan. i feel bad because i got pissed off and had some road rage going on.
- not wanting to go back to the course to close after i had left...i hate that. i would have rather stayed there and cleaned the cart barn or something.

the few decent things of the day:
- got an unexpected check from creighton today that is dated september 10, 2004 (weird...no idea why i'm getting it now, but i'll take it)
yep, that's all.

mark wanted me to go with him to paul's tonight, but i turned him down. i feel bad since i haven't seen him since last week, but like i told him...i'm just not in the mood, i'm tired, and i want this day to end as quickly as possible.

tomorrow's schedule includes:
- depositing my check from creighton
- going down to mullen to drop off evidence, meet linds, and see a few select teachers
- filling up the bug
- cleaning my bathroom
- frisbee golf or something of the sort with mark

my new short playlist, "bruised"
- over our heads :: jon brion
- sitting, waiting, wishing :: jack johnson
- revolving door :: jon brion
- scars :: papa roach
- walk away :: ben harper
- knock yourself out :: jon brion
- new american classic :: taking back sunday
- never know :: jack johnson
- us :: regina spektor