August 11, 2003 - 2:23 p.m.
Heh, Marissa signed my guestbook saying she was proud of me. I assume she's talking about my last entry, all about how I'm working full time and being responsible.
Well, um, you can continue to be proud of me if you wish, but you have less reason to. Because, er, I ditched work today. I didn't mean to, I swear!
See, Amanda came up to Santa Barbara. Originally the plan was for her to deliver a bed for me. I don't have a bed right now, just a mattress on the floor, which is fine by me but I should probably eventually have a bed. Anyway, she had the frame and the box springs all ready to go, extra ones she was simply going to donate to the Kevin Can't Afford To Actually Purchase Things Foundation.
But then something happened-- I'm still unclear on the details, but essentially part or all of the bed was claimed by her sister. But Amanda didn't find that out until she'd driven over to pick it up, so there she was with her father's gigantic, expensive truck loaded with gas and nothing to haul. She called me and I said not to worry about it.
But she also had my PS2 memory card.
Well, that and we wanted to see each other. So up she drove, and she walked in just as Mikie was calling Eric a jacketsnack for winning Mario Party. (That was actually really depressing. "Hey, if Wario gets a bonus star, everybody will have a star except Scott! ...Hey look!" said Mikie as his Wario cackled with star-blessed glee. Scott made a sad face full of sadness.)
Speaking of sad, Eric managed to find the last episode of Futurama (opening tagline: See You On Some Other Channel) and it was awesome. I laughed out loud so many times, laughing through my tears. I hate you, Fox. I mean, they cancelled Family Guy what, sixty-nine times? And now the Family Guy DVD set is flying off shelves and the re-runs on Cartoon Network are being featured in Newsweek for beating the ratings pants off all the late-nite talk shows? Okay, now take careful note of how much better Futurama is-- look, Family Guy's funny and all, but unless you're 14 years old there's no way it's the better show-- and, well, it's enough to drive a man to drink. Drink too much. Too much Slurpee. Slurpees fuck my shit right up, maaaan.
So anyway, there was much Futurama and much Amanda and much Ape Escape 2 and much fun. So much fun, in fact, that it couldn't be contained in one day. Or even two.
Let me explain something to you, in case any of my readers, for whatever reason, end up sleeping in the same bed as me: in the mornings, when I wake up, my body, mind and soul are in search of one thing and one thing only: warmth. I've missed entire days (including one actual Thanksgiving) because the cold air outside the covers in the morning drove me, automatically, back into bed after I'd already deactivated the alarm.
And this morning I had no alarm; all I had was Amanda's plan to wake up at six to drive back home. Unfortunately for work but fortunately for the concept of 'fun,' when she woke up at six and started to roll out of bed, I grabbed her in some sort of death grip and resumed sleeping. I don't remember doing this, of course, and if there had been some sort of thought process involved, I would have realized that getting up was the right thing to do. But no. Like I said: I just want warmth. And Amanda was warm. Being no stranger to the concept of unwisely resuming sleep herself, she made no effort to escape my death grip and we both overslept.
So now she's in all sorts of trouble with her family for disappearing for too long with her dad's truck (but not with work, as it turned out she didn't have to work today after all)... and I'm now unworthy of Marissa's pride.
Don't worry, part of being an adult and crap is learning from mistakes. And I'm all about being an adult. Okay, I'm gonna go listen to Nintendo music and doodle now.
