Nikos!

The gate into the parking garage at my new apartment building has err'd in the 'open' position and I. will. be. *PISSED* if my car has been stolen overnight. The bike I have in it cost me 200 bucks!! I was once again up until about 4am; doing nothing and with less to show. I just changed my education level on this website to "college graduate", but understandably it didn't make me feel any better about my situation these days. I once did 70mph straight over an already dead sheep on highway 101. State Farm ruled my 1999 Toyota Camry a "total loss". The event actually counted towards my coolness though because I caught MUCH air off the carcass!!! I have not had an unguarded human interaction in at least 8 months. I have two friends who each maintain that the first time they had me over I ate an entire box of their cereal, and then when they complained about that I told them that the cereal had been so bad that really it was a favor. I'm certain that it could only have actually happened one time, but on that one occasion, I probably did do things exactly as claimed. I need to buy a set of philips-head screwdrivers, but I'm worried because I have no idea how much such an item should cost. I just realized that I have never once in my life heard my father say my full name, "Nikos", and that distresses me a little bit. I can always come home and watch The Big Lebowski. What the fuck am I doing still awake? I seriously need a new coach bag. I'm out there still sporting the Louis fall 06 model, and people are looking at me like I have a black plastic Hefty slung over my shoulder. Picture what they picture: the Hefty is all long and thin, weighted down only by my wallet and car keys (I keep my celly in my jacket pocket case'n I need to get at it for acting callbacks and the what.) Last night I had a dream where my entire family became lost in the back country of America aboard some kind of ghost or magical train (i didn't get far enough into the dream to learn the train's intentions for us). Eventually we discovered a sooty-faced John Goodman working the old steam engine in the locomotive, but he didn't seem to know any more about our whereabouts than we did. Perhaps this is my subconscious telling me that it has not seen 'O Brother Where Art Thou' but wants to? I don't know who gave it that idea. I never heard anything too praising about the movie. Another time on the train I found the floor of one car covered in a thin layer of gold coins (not an impressive amount. more like if you accumulated a bunch of loose change in one of those big Arrowhead bottles and then spilled it in your living room) but when I looked closer a lot of them were just quarters that somebody had painted gold, and then my mother steered the conversation back to how I need to hurry up and figure out graduation arrangements. I got a haircut today, and after it was done the gay man who had been cutting it told me that I was, "a good looking kid under all that." Afterwards I felt good for 23 minutes. I sometimes wonder what will be the last thing I hear. I had better get to bed what is it like 330? I have questions about Pacific Dining Car and codeine highs: where are you Jon Cannon? I have somehow become afraid of this website.