Current mood:	irate
Current music:	great big sea - the night pat murphy died

"friends"
you know what pisses me off? people that say they're your friends, but only will call you when they need something. obviously, i was in a situation like this, or i would not be bitching about it. so let me relate:

i was sitting on my couch, minding my own business, watching rush hour 2 on dvd, when the phone rings. so i pick it up, and i don't recognize the person speaking. the person then informs me he is...uh, just so i don't drop names, we'll call him georgelucas. anyways, georgelucas is like "hey, i was wondering what you're doing today?" instantly i became suspicious, because the last time georgelucas called me (two days after i graduated highschool, which would make it almost two years ago) was to ask if i could take him to his job. i agreed then. anyways, he then asked me if i'd drive down to the town he lives in (we'll call it etteringkay), pick him up, then take him to his former place of business to get his last check, then to another place (airbornfay) to pick up his girlfriend, then to some other goddamn place (i stopped listening and caring at this point) so he could get his car. he called at about 1130 or so. now, let's recall, i am in the middle of a fun movie, i was supposed to go to work at one (aside: they ("they" being my manager) called and told me not to come in until 2). now he probably only called me because all of his other friends were busy, and since he's getting desperate i'm the last on his list. so i said i couldn't because i had to work, which was partly true. also cuz i didn't want to stop watching tv. well, then he decided to call another "friend" since i couldn't help him out (poor nate). and i sincerely hope this person didn't help georgelucas out.

now, i could have helped georgelucas out, since he seemed desperate. it would have been the nice thing to do. then i could've written a sappy journal about how i did a good deed, like a certain someone always does in their journal. but you know what: fuck him. i'm tired of doing nice shit for people that don't even care about being my "friend," except when they need something. i don't even care if he reads this. i never see his ass anyways.

and on that note, i am off to workies, then to see star wars, episode II: attack of the clonies.