Tuesday, May 31, 2005

Bummer

Tuesday, May 31, 2005
Well, I was visiting Brittney and Amy at their apartment down in West Valley, and ended up staying really late. Since I wasn't home very often anymore, I packed up my Camelback with some stuff like, my digital video camera, a microphone for band practice, toothbrush, compass (I like to know where I am!), my planner, my brightest flashlight, etc. I left it in my truck that night, and I didn't feel like going out to get it, so I didn't. I ended up sleeping on their couch. The next day, I came out to my truck for something, and the driver side door was open. The front of my stereo was broken off and gone, and my backpack, with all it's contents was gone. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! Apparently they were in a hurry or something, because they didn't get the whole stereo out. It's in there real good. They didn't take my cds which were just sitting there too, so that's weird. So, yeah. Royal bummer. I've been asked by my mother to make a video for my sister's wedding, and I had started it, but now I was cameraless, so my mom said that she figured that she would have had to pay someone about $300 to make the video, and she would give me that much for a new camera so I could do it. Yes. So now I have a new camera, which is basically the same as my old one, just a newer model. I still have to replace the mic, which was my sister's. Ho Hum.

-Mac the Knife

Friday, May 06, 2005

Yeeeooooowwch

Friday, May 06, 2005
So this week started out weird. Monday was my dad's birthday, so the day started pretty fun. Then I had school as normal, but then when I went to work at Grizzly Graphics (did I previously mention that I'm working there now?) Well, when I got there I found out that John, the guy that has worked with Kenny (the owner) the longest, had died that morning of a heart attack. So it was a pretty hard day that way. I'd only known him for two weeks, but he was a cool guy. He did a lot of things there, that now Andy, Kenny, Debbie or I will have to learn to do. Well, I finished my jobs, and Debbie suggested that I make a birthday banner for my dad. So I got it all designed on the computer, then Andy printed it out on this plastic canvas stuff we use. He started cutting it out, and I was on the other side of the worktable, so I started helping him. I took the straight edge after he was done with it, and the utility knife and lined it up on the edge. Andy said "Don't cut your finger off!" I put the knife by the edge and slid it back. What I didn't realize was that, holding down the straight-edge with my left hand, my pointer finger was slightly over the edge. When I pulled the knife back, ZOOOP, I sliced the corner of my finger right off! Gaaah! I said "Andy! I just cut my finger off!" He laughed and started looking for something to put on it. I was following him around, dripping blood, when Jim Devries walked in. We told him what happened, and he went and got his First Aid kit. Now Jim is constantly getting hurt it seems, so he's used to bandaging himself and others up, but he's also much tougher than me. He got a piece of gauze with something on it and put it on my finger and started squeezing. I had already started getting nauseous, but that hurt sooooo bad, and just made me feel sicker. He kept working on it, then he cranked down on it even harder, and fwooo, I passed out. I guess I just can't handle that much pain. Ever since the axe incident. I woke up on the floor with Andy and Jim looking at me and laughing. Jim finished bandaging me, and I just layed on the floor for a while where it was nice and cool. Fweew. The rest of the week's been pretty boring.