I got home and went to bed. Woke up around 2 pm. Called in to find out what my application for Nicey's was doing. They requested I come in for an interview sometime on Monday, around noon-ish. Sweet. Haily gets a job.
Friday 3:45 am - This is originally written on a yellow legalpad under the street lamp a ways down my block. With purple ink. I have just witnessed something spooky.
Around 1 am, I head out for a walk because I'm cool and spooky that way. 1:15 (approximately) I bump into Mr. Psycho Johnny, slurping a cherry slushie and looking like he dripped the entire contents of it down his shirt. Actually, he looked like an accident victim, which was kinda cool but the way he seemed uberly dazed concerned me. He was real polite though. He stopped and asked me how I liked the 'hood, sorry for scaring me that night last week, thank you for the opener, sorry for returning it at a weird hour, and also what the heck am I doing wandering around at 1:30 in the morning?
I told him that its not that I have insomnia, I just have no motive to keep a healthy sleep schedule cuz I am a bum and have no job. Yet. He nodded knowingly at me and said "Well...I just dont sleep." Whoo. Tre Goth!
He asked me my hobbies. I didn't give him a straight answer, but flirted around some interests that Im way to lazy to really persue..."some photography, some writing occationally...you?"
"I...used to draw," he said between deep inhales of his slushie, "But I have since lost my appetite to create with ink and canvas. I work with the flesh now." He said this with a perfectly striaght face, staring me square in the eye, sipping a drink that should have been giving him massive ice-headaches.
"...so did Buffalo Bill," I said carefully. He laughed at me. He walked away laughing. I felt really stupid. So I walked into town, bought a legal pad, a set of purple and pink ink pens and sat here under a street lamp for a while. People suck.
Saturday Midnight - There's woods near here! I walked down to them yesterday afternoon. There's a mini pond here too. Very pretty. I dont dare walk into them in the dead of night because I still have a fear of the extreme dark in a place I have never been before that could be crawling with animals and homicidal maniacs...but it's all very pretty nonetheless.
My flowers...they dont grow. I don't know why.
Sunday 9:00 pm - Update: Im bored.
Monday 10:55 pm - Oh yes! Haily's got an official job AND schedule for when she works it..I start tomorrow, from 5:30 pm till midnight. How fuckin perfect is that? I get to keep my insane nighttime schedule, and have time to sleep before my next shift. To celebrate, I'm making jello.
Tuesday 4:00 pm - Wish me luck, y'all.
Wednesday 3:23 am - (written originally in a notebook with purple ink) I think all my journal entires will be long hand from now on. I cant carry my desktop everywhere. Have half a mind to waltz down to Johnny's and ask WTF IS WITH THAT SEXY MOANING MAN? Maybe I want me some of that. I never see anyone but him leave that house though...I must keep on a look out for what kind of woman he likes.