August 6th, 2002. Tuesday
I've somehow become incredibly busy in the last few days, and the next few weeks are going to be quite eventful. I'm really looking forward to September. I haven't really started my apartment search, and my room has already been rented out. So there's no turning back now. But I don't really have any time to look for a new place, and I want to have it done before the 15th, when Kathy gets to town. But between now and the 15th, which is only 9 days away, I have quite a few things to take care of. I'm playing with James at Tonic on the 18th, and that will require a good amount of practicing, which takes up a lot of time. I'm also playing a show with my upstairs neighbor Rachel. Her band's guitarist can't make their show on the 15th, and I volunteered to fill in for them. This is an ideal situation. I like her songs, but I don't really want to be in their band. I auditioned for her some months ago, but among other things, there were too many Asians in the band already. But I know a lot of the songs, since I had to learn them for the audition, and I sure like to rock, so I thought it'd be a good idea. Anyway, the show is in a little over a week, and so I've got to practice at least three or four times before that. And I'm still working at night. And somewhere in there I have to coordinate a time to see Rodzilla before she leaves town forever in 10 days, and her schedule is booked pretty solid right now as well. Had a brief conversation with the 'Zilla last night. It didn't go so well. Hopefully we'll come to some sort of understanding before she leaves.So I don't know where I'm going to find time to find an apartment. But it must be done before Kathy gets here, or we won't be going to Montreal as we'd planned to do. There's no way I could go to Canada on the 19th with the knowledge that I'd have to find a place when I got back, with only 9 days before I have to move out.
The weather is so incredibly amazing today, it sickens me to be here. Really, I feel physically ill. Though I've been having stomach problems since last Friday, when the weather wasn't this nice. Still, I hate the fact that I'm here, sitting in my half-lit cubicle. I wish you could see the state of this small space. Random papers strewn all over the place, some left over from three occupants ago, that never got thrown away or filed or lost. Plates, cups, bottles of water, packets of sweet and sour sauce, random CDs, and all sorts of shit. I shouldn't be here. I should be driving in a car, on a back country road, with one to three friends, driving around with the windows down and some mutally agreed-upon music making us sway involuntarily as we cruise around aimlessly while the cool breeze tossles our hair. The facts are, however: My car was stolen almost two years ago, we could never all agree on any music, we aren't near any country roads, I don't like hanging out with more than one person at a time, and I get annoyed when my hair gets tossled.
I'd really like to be taking a nap under a tree somewhere. Preferably with no bugs though. Everything always has to have a catch.
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