i didn't even try to wake up today. and when i did it was to the sound of Highway 61, or in other words someone calling me. Vanessa. a friend from high school who lives and works in the city. today she was working at tower records and wanted to know if she could nap at my place until she had to go meet her friend. i agreed awkwardly. where would she sleep? in my bed? hmm. i guess so. by this time i had gotten up to see mike off to his applying at the Gap on michigan ave. he pretty much got the job. i hate job hunting. i have been at it since early june and have gotten nowhere. i hate it. so am up eating cereal and thinking about how this is all going to go down. mike comes back and we start to watch the movie "The Italian Job", which is according to mike a "pretty good caper". ha. i wasn't impressed. Marky Mark was pretty bad. anyways Vanessa arrives around two o'clock and things are pretty normal and i direct her to my sleeping quarters where she then falls asleep for the next hour and a half. not bad. i woke her up at around 3:30 and we (mike, vanessa, ph, and i) talked about music and pitchfork and whatnot. after she left the air in the room left and everyone went back to be bored. so i decided to pick up with my book.

Chuck Klosterman is a funny man. although some parts of this book have been totally irrelevant to me, today i was laughing constantly. that is all i will say about that.

there are not too many modern rock bands pushing the envelope. i mean there is some weird stuff out there that has never been done before, but a majority of that stuff is just uninteresting after the first few listens or just makes you sick after the first few seconds. so i am constantly searching for music that i find to fit the criteria of interesting and exciting. this doesn't happen too much. call me an elitist, call me a snob, but the truth is, is that i am not those things. we would hate each other's record collections equally. and how can i be a snob. i like radiohead. do you know how many records radiohead has sold. radiohead have been on mtv and the radio and i still love them. i am not an elitist. i listen to the beatles and bob dylan is my hero. i just love music and happen to have a high standard as to what i find good and worthy of my listening pleasure. enough said.

so i tried to get mike to help me out in a little musical experiment that i have been wanting to try out. mike was tired and didn't seem to interested. i tried to spark his interest but he never really got past the "drew, i just want to sit here and do nothing" phase. so i started off easy. we did some noise recordings. nothing complicated. put a microphone in front of a tv or radio or microwave or bathroom fan or air conditioner or even open a window and record the sounds of city living. all of these things sounded pretty good. so we moved on. me brushing my teeth, him dropping a cymbal, and some other more rhythmic things. then we stared in on the actual vision i had for the song. this is when mike completely shut down, and the time was ticking as to how much longer he would humor me. i recorded some clinking and clanging with spoons on the rails of my bunk bed. seeing that i am not a drummer, nor do i have the best rhythm, it sounded pretty bad, but i tried to work with it, layering it over other things to hide the sloppiness. but it just came off more sloppy and thin. i was not happy with my progress and mike was not helping so i decided to forget the whole thing. vision is a rough thing. and it is hard to share with other people, especially if they don't really care.

so i started reading again. until my mum called just to say hi. which reminds me. i did not get one single phone call yesterday. not one. this made me feel somewhat unloved. but really, i just was bored and wanted to talk to someone else besides my room mates. this reminded me that chris was back in town, so i immediately called him and caught up. chris has been in ireland for the last month studying and traveling. i was very jealous. i missed the guy. i will see him this weekend.

after talking to chirs i didn't feel much like reading anymore so i decided to write in this blog thing as a sort of escape from the walls of my apartment. it is so blasted hot outside that i haven't really left in two days. this is sad and somewhat pathetic, but i deal with it. tonight i will probably watch another terrible movie with mike and then read some more and then pass out in my bed. i am not saying this is a good or bad thing, but it is the way i live. i wish i would start writing a play or maybe even try to work on that short story idea that i had, but without my own computer i feel like this would be fruitless. for some reason i write better at a computer. and not on someone else's. now i am stalling. tomorrow i need to call the temp agency. let's see if i actually do it.