movies watched this weekend: adventures in babysitting, grosse pointe blank, bottle rocket, almost famous, and good will hunting. went looking for a new place to live. ended up at candice’s old house, with sorority girls and fraternity boys. 3 people short of the recommended minimum (unless one of the 3 hit the lotto and decided to take the rent for the other 3), we put our name in the running for the house. it’s an uphill battle, and the gods are frowning on us.

friday the 13th was terrible, but maybe it’s because it was friday the 13th, and i noticed it more. i was wondering, did jason really kill people on friday the 13th? or was that just a random date? my memory is a bit fuzzy on that one.

jason bought me a sonics hat for 50 cents. it’s bright green and corduroy. no one except me and my brother like it.

it is certainly friday the 13th. boo again.

um, things turned out to be much more stressful than i ever could have imagined. dealing with dealings today, including landlord and city light. boo.

whew! finally caught up on my email (after 2 hours). i did a lot of things today, including going to bellevue to interview at a dumb temp agency. when i was done, i walked out the high rise, and felt like george clooney in out of sight, and i wanted to throw my tie on the ground, and take my collared shirt off and walk across the street and rob a bank. i almost did, too.

instead, i walked back to my car and had lunch with ben. i feel good about the day, though, as i got that accomplished, i handed in a bunch of applications at the U, for various menial jobs (including monkey feeding and window washing), and i got a new brake light for my car (only $2.00!). my girlfriend bought me some groceries (i’m such a deadbeat), so i’m going to go bring her brownies at work now.

wipe that smirk off your face.

and here are the lucksmiths dates:

july 25th at the baltic room, w/ kissing book
july 27th in bellingham at the showoff (i think)
july 28th in store at sonic boom records

make sure to check your local listings to make sure…

don’t mistake my dirty mind for lust:

so i went all the way down to ups, then chickened out as i drove around the area, for various reasons, including me not wanting to work there (for a myriad of reasons, some including the terrible commute, the low wage, crappy hours, and menial work), and the fact that i was running out of gas and also remembered that i had a tail light out, and there were a ton of cops driving around (i also don’t have my new insurance card, for proof of insurance if i do get pulled over). i hurried home instead, and called a bunch of temp agencies and i have an interview tomorrow in bellevue. that makes me feel much better.

the best thing about my birthday is that my favorite bands always tend to release an album around that time - i think jets to brazil did once, and the promise ring, too, and now, supuerchunk’s new album will be out sept. 19th. and i is excited.

tonight, we’re going to see final fantasy and perhaps going to golden gardens? anyone wanna second that motion? time to go hand in some more applications.

ha. i went running this morning, after getting up around 930. feeling good. just checked my email, but didn’t answer any - too much stuff to do. gonna get in my car and drive down to ups for a walk in interview. i’ve heard nothing but bad things about working there, but money is money is money. i’ve been recommended to search for bar work, but am not interested in a) working at night b) working on the weekends c) working around a crapload of smoke or d) going to bartending school (even though there’s probably a way around it). but thanks for the suggestion, kid - keep ‘em coming.

while i wasn’t stressing out looking for a job, i watched the entire fight club commentary, and found ed norton to be a pinnacle of intelligence (or he fakes it very well), and not because he likes to name check nietzsche and nihilismor because he berates kenneth turan with some sharp wit, but perhaps because his commentary on keeping the faith was so banal (which may have something to do with the lack of techinicality in keeping the faith). but that’s beside the point, because i enjoyed it. i also started watching the rushmore commentary again, but fell asleep about half way through. owen wilson is so damn funny.

okay. enough. gotta go get some more stuff done. i’m on a roll (believe it or not, but updating the blog was on my to do list).

no job. i did, however, have one of the best burritos i’ve ever made last night (when i’m out of money, i scavenge the house for odds and ends of food). generally, when i’m really hungry, there’s at least tortillas and rice, and i will eat anything in a tortilla.

so, the best burrito ever (or at least when all you have in the house is the following ingredients): hashbrowns, salsa, a tiny piece of cheese, and mayonnaise. now i know what you’re thinking - mayonnaise? well, i heard a myth about the potato burritos up in bellingham and that what makes them taste so good is not the sour cream in them (which could very well be non-existent), but the mayonnaise in them. i tried it out, and sure enough, my homemade hashbrown-salsa-cheese-and-mayo burrito had a hint of casa que pasa (except without the anal leakage).

sorry for that last parenthetical.

i’m having a lot of trouble writing emails, and even more being broke. feeling really poor (and really stupid).

so, tim, you’re looking for a job, huh?

yeah, well, it’s about time.

so, how desperate are you?

um. very. remember how much i hated working at amazon? i reapplied for a job in tacoma there.

other prospects: UPS (warehouse), Pudge Brothers (delivery driver), and data entry. if anyone has any good suggestions (and no, i will not sell drugs or pimp women), please (as if it weren’t apparent), i’m desperate. let me know.

scratch the plasma idea, i’d have to go back twice, that’s not gonna make me a hundred bucks today. i wish i had some drugs to sell or prostitutes to pimp. just kidding. i don’t do that.