Ignite your bones.

Shitty morning --> fun day --> shitty night.

... Oh, life.

Worked for pops again, today... there was another guy working for him, as well. The car repairman's son (from next door.) He's shy and kind of cute in that offbeat sort of way. Plus, we had a brief but satisfying conversation about music and he passes my test. (He likes the classics.) Unfortunately I had to inform him that John Entwistle had been dead for 4 years. Poor boy. I might try to snap a photo without appearing too creepy.
I also officially quit T.J. Maxx, thank god. Was sick of that place.

I've got work at Spencer's 3 days next week, and tomorrow I'm presenting an award at my high school's television production award ceremony (BOLTZ). I'm an alumni. Haha.

So things are (kind of) starting to shape up. At least mum isn't breathing down my neck anymore about finding work. Now she's just breathing down my neck about working for my asshole father and breathing fumes in all day. Always gotta be something!

And now I'm off to finish my tangerine smoothie and watch a bit of television. O, the exciting life I lead!

-L-

P.S: I forgot the whole reason for making this post. I've learned "Great Gig In The Sky". Sans the vocals, of course, but it is pretty amusing to see people's reactions when you scream along and tell them it's a real song. I also learned "Brain Damage" and it sounds quite lovely on the ol' pie-ana. That is all. Over and out.