so there are lots of things i should write about. and the only real time i get motivated to write is right before i am to do something else in the immediate future. i don't do much these days, getting fired/quitting from my job and all. i should write about that. but that's allright because i hear unofficially i have a job at compusa. and i should write about that, too. but more importantly, there is whining to be done. because i haven't done much whining, and i feel i am due at least some.

some evenings 88.5fm broadcasts a show called the eleventh hour and one particular wednesday they said, "hi, we're on the radio and we're going to give away mogwai tickets next week!" (or something of that nature) and i thought to myself, "oh, wow. i think i'll win those." such a confident feeling to arise given the nature of chance. the next week's show came along and they said, "hi! we're on the radio again we're going to play songs and give away mogwai tickets later!" (approximately quoted) and i said, "oh yes, that is wonderful, my mogwai tickets, thank you." and they finished their exclaimatory statement with a, ".. and we think we'll add a trivia question." and my spirit deflated. while i was sure i would be able to win the tickets no problem, my ability to answer a trivia question was average at best. and that is of the average music listener my age, not the average mogwai listener.

the gentlemen on the radio came back on and i half paid attention to my video game and my dad talking to me through the doorway.. *bloopbloopkaching* okay the trivia HEY SARA WHAT ARE YOU! what is the movie *dootadootledoot!* JUST WONDERING gets their name from? BOOM.

that BOOM would be my running into my dad as i ran out the door to the phone. no doubt i would be turned away as the twentieth caller, sorry kid, we had a winner FIFTEEN MINUTES AGO, but with the way i'd fared so far, i figured it was worth a chance. and it rang. and rang. and rang and rang and rang and rang and rang and rang and rang and rang and i thought holy god, i should give up, and it rang and rang and i thought it said ring but in all actuality it said, "WMNF."

and i paused, startled by the lack of, "we have a winner, thanks."

"er.. do you have a winner for the mogwai tickets?"

"do you know the answer?"

"...uh. gremllins..?"

"yeah, you win."

i skipped around the house for about a half an hour. who cares if it's in orlando? who cares if i can't go? i won the tickets like i said i would.

wait. back up. i can't go? i knew it then? then why did i forget and why am i so bitter now?

HA. i'm not really bitter. the fact i won them is quite amusing, still. the fact that no one was really able to go with me, and in turn, get me there, and those who could enjoy southern boys much more than deaf ears is.. unfortunate. it is a Very Unfortunate Thing. but oh well. what the fuck. excuse me while i take down my facade and sob. HA!

and who knows. it all ties in still. cause god intervenes at the eleventh hour, right? well, i won the tickets from the eleventh hour. and god drives a gremlin [you not knowing it doesn't make it untrue].. gremlin.. mogwai..

sara, do not get into cars with strangers driving gremlins. bad sara. haha. that would have been a better idea an hour or so ago. but you never know. there's still time. haaa

but no time for writing! off i go.