there was a time in my life when i thought i would be a writer. i always excelled at english and literature class. i always got As on any papers i handed in. i got a 5 on the AP english test senior year. in other words, i thought, “hey writing. this is easy. this is fun. yeah.”

well, it should be pretty obvious that i never got to be a writer. what i found out is that if you give me a topic, yeah i can BS as good as the best of them. i can write a report about fucking cantaloupes and make any teacher shed a tear over it’s beauty. what i can’t fucking do is write about real shit. the shit people actually want to read about. an interesting story with a myriad of characters that interact and have adventures or some shit. can’t just get my brain to work in that way.

i was really disappointed about that for awhile, until i realized that you can’t really make money as a writer. there are hundreds up on hundreds of new books that come out every year, and maybe 20 of them will make someone rich. not that what i do now is ever going to make me rich, but at least i earn enough that i don’t have to wait tables or something else equally demeaning (sorry to those of you that work in food service, not a job i could ever do so mad respec’)

last night as i was drunkenly falling asleep (victorian’s midnight cafe being 1 block from my house for the win!) and i had some brilliant idea for a new journal entry on here. fucking problem is i was kinda drunk and really sleepy, so i just thought to myself “well this is so great i’ll totally remember it in the morning, no big deal.” right. so here i am the next day, and all i have is this faint idea that i had something amazing to write about and now it’s gone.

oh well, live and learn. i need to keep a notebook next to my bed or something.

by the by, if you can get your hands on this little gem, i’d highly recommend it. i don’t even like van halen, but this shit is … well. i guess you’ll just have to see.

so i bought a new car. it’s a 2003 mazda 6s. ok, so it’s new to me. shut up.

anyways, i thought i might have some more thoughts on buying a car and the whole experience, but nothing is really coming to mind. i must say, the dealer i used (byers mazda subaru here in clmbs) was really, really great. they even called me after i took the car home to tell me that they got me a better interest rate on my loan! fucking rock.

what i can say is that buying a car takes a long fucking time. i mean, i was at the dealership around 1:30. i brought the car home around 5:30. 4 hours? insane, but well worth it.

i was driving a 95 plymouth neon that was a real POS… paint chipping off the roof, 127k miles, fucked up doors, dent in the trunk. this new car is such an upgrade i can’t even believe it! i actually have POWER LOCKS AND WINDOWS! it’s like going from riding a big wheel to a 10 speed. so great.

after looking around online at cars for the past 2 or so months i decided that i would get something nice. mazda 6′s were on the list, so i figured i’d go and test drive this one after i saw it on the internet on sunday. well, actually, i thought i would go and look at it since i figured they wouldn’t have anyone at the dealership on sunday. i was wrong, they were fully staffed (good for me). after i drove the car and came back, they had a line of 2 couples waiting to drive it. someone else had just driven it before me as well.

the salesman gave the keys to the next people and told me that most likely this car would go to one of the couples after me, so i told him to work up some numbers for me while they drove it. turns out they got me a pretty good interest rate and i said “i’ll take it.” it was great eavesdropping on the salesman telling the other couples that i was taking the car and i was there first. so awesome.

anyway, i’m very happy with my purchase. now all i need is somewhere to go!