rock over London. rock on, Chicago.

I went to a party at my coworker’s house last night. his roommate’s birthday, or something similar. I normally don’t say this about parties, but it was pretty awful. lots of pseudo thugs and really bad club music. the birthday boy was fucking trashed, and when they tried to get everyone to sing ‘happy birthday,’ he got pissed when no one joined in. maybe I should have, but I’d never even met the motherfucker before. whatever. it’s an interesting place to live, but there’s an awful lot of assholes around here.
so today, I went to Yuma to see the “Aqua Teen Hunger Force” movie. I was baked, and it didn’t seem like such a horrible idea. looked up directions online, timed it so I’d get there right as it started. it’s like a 40 minute drive, and I felt like being alone.
the directions I got were wrong, and I end up ten miles away from the theater, and when you combine all of that with the fact that I was baked, I missed the showtime by about thirty minutes. fuck.
but at this point, I’m already in Yuma, so I decide that I’m going to stick it out for another hour and then see the movie. I didn’t want to have sat in the car for an hour and a half in vain, so that’s what I do.
and the movie sucked. watching it with a bunch of Marines that had 24 hour leave was a bummer; they were the same assholes you didn’t like in high school, or later in those required courses you took in your freshman year, only now more patriotic and militant and crew-cutted. and I considered that I’d spent my entire day seeing this movie, and I laughed, barely, once or twice. and I thought, why didn’t I know any better? there’s a reason that this cartoon is only on in 15 minute bursts. of course it was awful; and I can’t believe that I ever thought it would be anything else.
so I basically wasted my day off.
tomorrow I work. then Tuesday is my Sunday, so I intend to go see “Pathfinder,” simply because it’s a poorly-made Frank Frazetta movie. but since I know this one’s going to blow and it’s only my morbid curiosity pushing me toward the theater, I’m not driving all the way to fucking Yuma. no. way.

I’ve got a million things to get done in the next couple of days. most involve talking to HR at work and rediscovering my insuracne plan so I can go to the dentist and get new glasses while I’m insured. then, I’ve got to buy the ticket to Europe, which I haven’t done yet. I would very much like to stay over there for more than two weeks, but – and I don’t know this cause communication with her is sketchy – but I think Mar will be ready to come back. also, she has shit to do. like canoe all summer.
when I told Alisha I quit and that I was going to Hungary, she asked if she could come along. which I waffled on, for two reasons, both equally true; I kind of want to do this with Mar, and I don’t know if Mar would want Alisha to come along. when I told Alisha, in a word, “no,” I didn’t tell her that about Mar.
either way, she’s coming out here to help me clear out, and then we’re driving back. which I’m legitimately looking forward to. I feel bad, like it’s some sort of consolation prize to drive across the country rather than going to Europe, but at the same time, I get the feeling she’s more interested in going to Europe, than, say, going to Europe with me. I’m sure Europe will be fucking cool, but half of the coolness will be hanging out with Mar. and while this sounds weird, I’d rather have her attention, to a point, if she were to come. half of the trip is in the company you keep, I feel. I don’t know why, but I don’t think Alisha feels that way at all, and that kind of bums me out.
jesus, I miss her.
this shit is obscene. I’ve been at this for four years now. but I do.

this place is wearing me out, and I’ve got less than a month left.
I mean, listen to me. it’s like a drawn-out yawn. seriously, I wish it would hurry up finish. Mar. you just did the Balkans. but did you do Greece or the Aegean coast? can these be done?