ink in your typewriter

We created our first song on Sunday.
Well my band 'mount' did.
I liked it.
We let out our frustration briefly in the song and ripped the lyrics from an essay Anetta found and collected, the essay was about Chinese politics and Chinese culture.

I really like that song.
We are recording it next week.

there fucking morons,
there all just morons.

I am sitting at university trying to kill time before my next tutorial,

Everyone feels alone.
I like that everyone does, even when you have people all around you, sometimes you still feel alone.

You keep your mouth shut upon friends and family but give the key to a complete stranger and it feels so much better.
For some reason everything makes sense with some new eyes every now and again.

Then, like just now, your feelings are in a limbo I guess not in an apathetic way,
just like an overload of them you don't know which one you are.
Tonight I'll blame everything on supermarkets.

I miss my best friend.

I feel I need a new best friend,
I need a new partner in crime.

KAPOW!

Today I woke up knowing I could have a job to fit in with my university schedule, work with some interesting people, make lots more money, sell some cult films and various vinyl records.

So I did some regular things before the interview, I had a shower, wait thats not that unusual from any other day but anyway, I shaved, I pulled on some lucky underwear, I fell into new jeans and sneakers and threw on a reliable jacket.
I got in my little red car and took pursuit to the place.

I pulled up to the back of the place, like I do when I go to volunteer the radio station next to the store. Except there was a large lady with short pink hair and too much metal to make too many features in her face. And the girl next to her had so many tattoos that I'm sure no thought was put behind any, besides 'that looks cool' and her lungs were being exhaled like a furnace. I then wondered if they hosted a show at my radio station and then fixed my hair, which consisted of making it more messy and straightening my shirt. I went inside after this.

I asked the guy at the counter if the manager was ready or not, she wasn't. So I said I would just take a look around, I was attracted to there vinyl section, which wasn't truly large enough to be called a section and appealed to people more that were DJ's at clubs or "homies" with pants to big for there waists. There Rock section was a little disappointing and discarded the classics and new hype bands in general. I ended up flicking through the same records over and over again lacking and new bands I wanted to actually hear, so I acted interested in the store then I normally would be. A hip man approached me with nice thick glasses with scruffy hair and beard and told me that he had to take me up stairs to meet the manager, so I followed.

Whilst I followed him, I found it ironic we had to go down stairs to get to the door, to get to the stairs that go up.
It was very Willy Wonka and I said this to the hip man and we both laughed, he was very polite. I then met the manager, who I knew was a girl, but she was younger then I thought, late 20's I'm guessing. I was a little disappointed that the office space was very bland and boring like most city offices compared to the store itself. I then looked to my left to see the large lady with short pink hair and too much metal in her face that looked older then the manager, actually. I felt bad that she worked there and wondered why she had pink hair, did she want to be different? does she like the colour pink? did she want some connotations to tell everyone she is a lesbian?

I followed the manager into a small conference room with an immaculate view. She offered me an office like leather chair but I was a little taken with the view during the interview rather then the interview itself. I didn't want to ask how her day was, I didn't see the point, it couldn't of been great, she was behind a desk interviewing more acceptable candidates and her skin told me she was tired, so I didn't say anything, I just looked out the window at all the small people finishing work and wandering the streets caught in traffic and I wondered if it would be as heavy when I leave this interview.

She asked basic questions, like what you do in your spare time, when I can work and such, it all seemed really pointless and I didn't know if this young woman was serious or not with these questions and I thought I would rather be in Anetta's living room right now creating some tunes.

In the conversation, I was acting slightly awkard but trying to appear funny and charming also.
The conversation then took a turn for the worse when I got lazy and started telling the truth...

Manager: "so what do you think of when you think of ******?"

Me: "Pretentious"

Manager: "you think of pretentious?"

Me: "Pretentious assholes."

It was all down hill from here, but I knew the traffic wouldn't be as heavy now but it will feel heavy.

She ended the interview, she seemed to take the words to heart.
She had swelled eyes and said not to waste her time,
and she didn't seem to understand how much I cared about playing in Anetta's living room then selling cult films.
She stormed out of the room and I told her to enjoy the rest of the day.
I then walked through the office pass her and the large lady with short pink hair and went back down the stairs to go back up the stairs to get out and I did, I then went to Anetta's and left a card in her mailbox to let her know I came by and then tried to fit a cupboard in my little red car, it didn't fit.