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Ok, this is my what I did during my 4th of July through July 10th brief sabbatical from blogging...
July 4,
I didn't really do much of anything. I just lounged around the house watching Wimbledon and my soaps. The one I was especially interested in watching today was the 4th of July episode of One Life To Live. The 4th of July episode of OLTL is always a spoof on something. Last year they did an all singing and dancing episode, the year before that I believe they did a black and white episode, and the year before that it was a role reversal show. Where the good guys played bad guys, pious women played sluts etc. This year it was a fairy godmother episode, where characters had there wishes come true.
I did call the house to see what the rest of my family was doing. Alexis answered the phone at around 2:30 and said they had no plans for the day. Then later in the evening at around 8:30 my sister Carleen called up to tell me they were having a cookout. Geez Louise!! I have to take 2 buses to get over there, not to mention these buses would be on a holiday schedule. If I did go over there I probably wouldn't make it over there till around 10 or 11 o’clock. So i had to decline. I told her that I wished that someone had called me earlier to let me know. The she told me that it was very last minute that they decided to do something for the holiday.
July 5
I went to driving school it was the last day there. Ms. Dumas was wired and unpredictable as usual. I now can say with 100% assurance that she is a druggie. She asked the boys in our class if they knew anyone who dealt drugs. Then she told them if they did they should look her up because she would be one hell of a customer. Then she laughed giddily. Seems her craziness was drug induced all the time!!! Come to think of it her voice was always kind of slurred like my sister’s when she’s high on crack. Anyway, Ms. Dumas kept us over late. Our class is scheduled to end at 9:15 pm but she usually ends it at 7:00 pm. Tonight she ended it at 8:30 pm. She crammed two lessons into one. Our class was supposed to end next Monday but I suppose she wanted the day off so she could have more free time getting stoned.
Later that night I went over my sister’s/nieces’/father’s(all there names are on the deed to the house) house to see little David. I felt I had to because he called a million time for me to come over. I didn't get over there till 9:30, thanks to Ms. Dumas. Also when I got over there he wasn't there. Seems he left out earlier with my brother. Who later I learned got into a car accident last week that cost my father $300. Carlos doesn't have a car so he borrowed our father’s car. I don’t understand why my father would have even allowed Carlos to drive his car. He knows that Carlos is an alcoholic. He's the one that pointed it out to me. My brother can not start his day without having a drink. Some people have cereal for breakfast, my brother has booze. He's not a fall down drunk alcoholic he's one of those functional alcoholics. You know the types that are capable of holding down a job and do not give any obvious clues to their inebriated state.
Also today I got a rejection letter in the mail from the legendary Art Director Ron McCutchan. He’s the Senior Art Director for the Cricket Magazine Group. The children’s magazine group that he presides over include, Cicada, Cricket, Spider, Ladybug, Babybug, Muse, Ask, Click, and Cricket books.
Yes, I’m upset I got rejected. On the other side at least he bothered to sign it. An actual legend in the illustration field took the time out of his busy day to sign a rejection letter to me with an ink pen. Yes, I did rub a little bit of it off to see if it was a fake or real signature.
Right now I’m upset yet thrilled at the same time. I suppose this would be comparable to sending Steven Spielberg an audition tape. You of course expect no reply after all your a nobody in the acting field. But a couple of weeks later Spielberg writes you a letter and signs it saying he didn't care for it much. On one part your upset but on another side your excited it’s like, HE SAW IT!! HE SAW IT!! HE ACTUALLY SAW MY VIDEO! Woo Hoo!! He hated it but that can not disguise the fact that he saw it and took the time out of his day to write me back and sign in pen.
Even though he rejected it I will still send him more of my stuff. My next scheduled mail out of postcards will be in the fall. I already have the picture picked out and everything. I’m sorry Mr. McCutchan but you signed that bad boy in ink that means that you actually saw it and rendered a judgment on it. It wasn’t like you sent me an unsigned impersonal form letter.
July 6
Little David called up again. This time he wanted to know if I could split the cost on a pool he wanted to get. I said sure. You see my brother and I were going to split the cost on getting him a computer. However, yesterday Carlos spent his half of the money on booze for himself and clothes and shoes for Little David. Also he took Little David to the movies to see The Matrix at Owings Mills. I felt uncomfortable with the thought of my brother coming over solo to my house to collect my half of the money. I was afraid that he might get into a car accident or/and waste my half of the money in booze and drugs. I knew that Little David was afraid to drive in a car with him. So I declined the offer for my brother to pick up my half of Little David’s computer money.
July 7-10
The first half of the week it was scorching hot. I went no where near my computer. I was trying to stay cool in my un-airconditioned apartment with bars on the window. Anyway, all this week we have overtime available. So I did overtime to make MORE money MORE money and to stay in an air conditioned environment!
