It really is. It's ridiculously cold. It's as though all the heat is sucked out by some unseen force, leaving behind the frigid emptiness that is my room. It's kinda eerie in a way. Hell, even in winter, it's freezing. Maybe there's something fucked up with the heater or something. I dunno. But good god, I hate being down here. No wonder I just sleep in the living room lately. Well, the huge mass of random crap on my bed preventing me from laying on it might have something to do with that too, but . . . yeah, its really cold.
Called Nick again. Didn't get ahold of anyone. Again. I'm starting to get frustrated. You know, a little pissed off that I can't get ahold of him. Like it's his fault and he can go fuck himself because he's not there when I call. And then I feel bad, because that's unfair of me. But, seriously, I've been calling at least everyother day for the past 3 weeks, and I haven't gotten ahold of him once. It's insane. My timing can't possibly be that bad, can it?
I'm starting to worry too. Like, what if he quit Cedar Point and moved or something. He said he'd try to come visit Omaha for a little while this summer. What if he has, or is and I just can't get ahold of him. What if he moved to some other place? God, anything could've happend, and I have no idea how to contact him. All I have is the number to his Cedar Point dorm. His cell-phone got disconnected, so I can't even call him on that. The last I hard he couldn't check his e-mail. So, when he leaves Cedar Point, how do I reach him? And his contract is up at the end of August.
I need to talk to that boy. If only to figure out where the hell I stand with him. I hate not knowing anything.
Guilty Gear XX and Marvel VS. Capcom 2 are the coolest fighting games ever. I am actually decent at them. Go me. That's exciting. I am soooo buying those when I have money.
Oh, that reminds me: 5 days until Silent Hill 3 is released. 5 days until my next paycheck. Gee . . . I wonder where that paycheck is going . . .
In all reality, it ought to be going to pay back my brother or my parents. But, no, it's going to pay for a PlayStation 2 and a copy of Silent Hill 3. And due to my manager being a major dick and only giving me 30 hours a week, that's all my paycheck is going ot be able to afford. So I'll have to live on scraps for the next two weeks.
Shit. I still have books to pay for too.
And I have friends' birthdays coming up. Friends who haven't recieved a present from me in years. I always feel horrible, but my money just gets spent . . . I hate it.
Of course, I do have a birthday of my own coming up . . . but I don't really count on getting anything for it. After all, the best I could hope for is my parents and my brother negating my debt to them. Seriously. And even that would be generous. Fucking money. Why can't you be easier to obtain?
And I h ave to go to work tomorrow. I don't want to go. But I need money. So, I have to go.
