I get up at seven, yeah, and I go to work at nine.
Got no time for livin, yes, I'm working all the time.
seems to me I could live my life
a lot better than I think I am.
I guess thats why they call me
the working man.

ahh, rush, how true that song is becoming...well, other than the Man part.

So, I'm back! pictures from the coffee house were developed this morning while I slept and my mother went to belleville without me. I meant to get up at ten to go with her, but two hours later....

i've now fallen into eating two meals a day, work you know, and sleeping in, what not...
see, weekends, I get up at twelve and have brunch. then I have an early supper, go to work, get back at 11 and go online or sleep, usually one then the other. weekdays, i get up eaaarly, eat, go to school, get home, eat, work, home, sleep. just like that.
no lunch for me!!!!

but hurrah for money. mom's already getting itchy about my plans for it.
Les Paul, WebCam, Bongos...lots of noise from MUSIC, oooo.... i love money now!
stupid money...

the goal of the week is to get time go get a Bank Card, so i can actually use this money and deposit stuff. thats going to be a hard thing to do, considering I'm either at school or at work. no time in between save for getting some grub, and that takes time, man!

lets see.... i think I shall share some stories from the last week....

lets start off with a tip. NEVER let go of the hose.
I was filling up a bucket to clean with at work. the tap there has a hose on it, sot hat it can reach down to the mop bucket or whatever. anyway, i put it in, turn on the water and let it fill up. well, typical Engel genes kick in here, and I start getting impatient because its filling up soooo slowly. one hand is leaning on the sink, the other goes and turns up the water.
OOP!
hose goes flying into the air, spraying everything and everyone (just me) in the little room. i got soaked before i could turn of the water and catch the hose.
am I stupid? or tired all the time?

story number two...
always make sure there is room in the car for someone.
well, coffee house night, i could not take home my amp and cabinet. this was because i had to get a ride with Patrick, and I also had to take Josh home...in the firebird.
that car, for those who do not know, is falling apart. Josh knows all too well now. to put the windows up and down, he had to hold the button while patrick hammered the engine inside the door. interesting!!! also, after going a little ways into Joshes driveway, patrick had to open the door to see behind him. he also told the story of how he had to use hand signals because his signals didn't work.
well, not only did we have those little improv sessions, but there was also a guitar and childseat int he car with us. I sat in one seat while Josh, a VERY tall person (but thankfully flexible) sat on the hump in the middle of the back seat. his head was hitting the ceiling even when he was bent over. poor guy.
and we spent the next 20 or so minutes on those positions while the car made all of its usual sounds. how nice!

"When angus yells, his face goes red..."
lyrics from bram as they were up on stage. that was an interesting little...thing...too. funny night, interesting for sure.

anymore stories?

nope. thats all for now.

BLA!