Falling through

NO...it's NOT fun to play those kinds of things by ear. There must be some planning involved. At least something a bit more strategic... We are so lame. We always end up fucking things up. Well, not ALWAYS, but we almost always end up completely NOT doing what we'd "planned".

So let's get to my shitty weekend, shall we? Well, my weekend wasn't that shitty. It really could have been much worse I suppose. It's just that shit fell through, like it always does. To start things off, we...totally...lagged...when...it...came...to...getting...ready. Second, the drive was a lot further than originally calculated. It was to be seven hours instead of five. By the time we were all done getting ready it was 11:00 p.m. This is another thing Melanie and I aways do when we're planning to leave...we take FORfuckingEVER to get going. We decided to rethink whether or not we want to drive ALL the WAY to the artichoke festival, spend a few hours there and drive ALL THE WAY back. Hmmmm.....we make up our minds that we simply cannot go that far in one night, that if we would have been able to leave earlier in the afternoon things would be better. So we decide, instead, to drive to Santa Barbara and spend the day there. It's a much shorter drive and we calculate our arrival time to be about 3:00 a.m. Which it indeed was. Then we hit a snag, a BIG ASS snag...no place to stay. We thought ahead enough to write down the phone numbers of the Motel 6s and such in the area, but soon discovered that they were all booked. Who'da thunk a major tourist town would be all booked up at 3:00 a.m.?? Not us! We weren't about to pull over at a rest stop and sleep. HELL NO. We're not THAT stupid! Sooooo we ended up turning around and driving right back home. Melanie pulled into my driveway at 5:30 a.m. Such a lovely time of day. No, it really is. I rarely see it. It was a nice drive to a fro, we relaxed, talked and listened to music. Plus we got to take Melanie's lovely car...a 2002 Nissan Xterra. It was a comfy drive at least and I'm thankful that Melanie drove. She's a great driver. That did make the whole thing suck less. It was fun...sorta. I like to stay up all night sometimes.

So when I got home, needless to say, I went to sleep. Four hours later, Ron shows up. I had told him he could come by to use the computer to look something up about the bike show he was going to on Saturday. I heard him opening the door, peeked outta my bedroom and almost scared the shit outta him. Hehehehe, the look on his face was pretty funny. So he stuck around for a little while and I dozed on the couch with him. Then he left for the bike show and I went back to bed. I woke up at four and it was hotter than HELL in the house. Of course this weekend, of all weekends, it has to be HOT HOT HOT! And I couldn't go to the beach. Well, I could have, but I wanted to go with Ron and he was busy all weekend with stuff 'cause he thought I was gonna be gone.

Ugh, I've been working on this for too damn long now. I'm busy at work. Bleh. To make a long boring story a short boring story, I ended up doing nothing this weekend. I was too hot and lazy to even exercise. This is becoming a problem. I have plenty of things to do, draw, whatever. I just don't feel like doing them. Once again...I'm a lazy fuck. Oh well, whatever. Ron and I had a nice evening last night anyway, when he got home. We made spags and garlic bread an' meatie bwalls. Nice and yummy.

Ah yes, today I'm PMSing, the weather is cold (I hope I don't catch a cold from all this weather fluctuation) work is busy and I wanna go home. Which I'm going to do. Right. Now.