everything except himself

The white waves of the sky seem made for me today;
I feel like I should grow wings and fly away.

So I’ve discovered that there’s a Jazz station in Atlanta that I like (91.9fm). Unfortunately, it plays the gospel-like music (I can’t justify calling it a genre) in the morning when I’m driving up to school or work. On the way back, though, it’s really cool to listen to. I’ve also been listening to NPR (90.1fm) for classical music. I can’t seem to listen to talk/commercial stations much right now. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.

While I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I do know what was wrong with my car: 1x broken gas casket, 1x serpentine belt, need for a tire rotation, and the list goes on. It spelled the words “four hundred dollars,” though. It’s okay, since the money I had saved up covered it. I drive my car everyday, (for important things… I’m not just cruising to pick up [middle-aged] chicks) so it’s something that needed to be done.

Work was okay. I’m in the mood to do something different tomorrow; I have class tomorrow, and a veritable ton of things I can do in the downtime of that day. I think I’ll resume my foreign language studies. I really ought to keep a level head about things in my life, though. Maybe I’d finish the things I start that way.

I’ve gotten all of the supplies to start painting now, but I’ve yet to do it. I think I may get a chance on Friday, but I really don’t know. I need inspiration for that, but that usually comes ~4am in the morning. It was better in California, because that put me at around midnight. Eh, oh, well.

So, I bought that new Damone CD… What can I say? I have another favorite band…

It’s going to be interesting. It looks like I’m going to have three jobs for a while, along with school. Don’t worry about the last part, because I’m not. The only thing that will be a challenge to do will be the assignments, and those probably won’t be hard to do when I’m spending all of Tuesday and Thursday up at the school, anyway. Since there’s next to nothing to do on campus at SPSU, I’m sure I’ll have everything done on a same-day policy. “Faster than UPS-Ground shipping! It’s a bird! It’s a plane! No, it’s… Scott. Hmm, that’s kind of a let down…”

On a different note completely, yesterday made it painfully obvious that I don’t want a relationship with a girl right now. Don’t take this the wrong way, but I just want someone to touch. I’m sure the right type of girl could pull me out of this emotional inordinacy. Until then, I guess it’ll be like that.

I was depositing my check after hours today, and I heard this song, right. This girl is basically explaining how she can’t live without this guy, etc, etc, how he’s always on her mind, etc, etc, and I started thinking: “I want someone to write a song about me.” It doesn’t have to be one of those home-grown slow-and-sentimental songs; it could be an alternative rock ballad or something. My point is this: someone write a song about how awesome I am or how much you love me so I can hear it on the radio. I won’t even ask for royalties. I swear!

So, I thought I’d entertain you with some quotes from my life in this entry. These are things said by females in my life:

“Scott, every girl likes you when she gets to know you, until she realizes that you don’t like her back like that. Then, she hates you.”

(I was talking about how no one seems to like me after awhile.)

“Quit being such a whore, Scott.”

(I had just told this girl that I was going to somewhere with this other girl.)

First Girl: “Man, I love him.”
Second Girl: “Do you see that smile on his face? That means he doesn’t love you at all!”

(Some people know me so well that it’s scary.)

Generics: “We’re gonna get married!” (or) “When are we going to get married, Scott?”

(I don’t really do well with the concept of marriage, I guess. The people that say things like that to me really aren’t the kind of girls I’d ever consider, and the girls I’d consider don’t want to even think about marriage. Nice, huh?)

“I love it when you get all crazy and stuff.”

(What? I have a wild side? No…)

I can’t wait for school to start.

The Muse concert on Sunday was awesome. You don’t know what you’re missing out on. Yes, you should be jealous. You just don’t know how much until you’ve been to one of their shows…