Ran Into @ MindSay 
I made a few phone calls to the temp agencies I've interviewed with. I then just slacked off for the rest of the day. I ended up going to Barnes & Noble just for their air conditioner. I flipped through the pages of a book about music for a while and then just browsed the isles. I ended up buying a novel on clearance for $7 (I know, I'm unemployed, I should be saving all my money. Well, fuck that I need some entertainment to save my sanity)
While at BN I ran into Chelsea. It was nice to see her and catch up. Of course, as I always do with members of the fairer gender, there were awkward pauses sprinkled in with the conversation, I talked too much, and generally acted like a big dope. I really wish I had at least made an effort to look nice today, instead I ran into her looking like a slob (and a sweaty slob at that) especially since Chelsea looked good today (or maybe I'm just a little biased)
Right before I ran into Chels, I got a call from one of the temp agencies basically offering a version of my old job again (to explain, my father advised I not put Demmer on my resume because the reasons that I was fired don't look good, not the best advise but not horrible either but I did it anyways). The lady at the temp agency told me the job started today. I had to turn her down, I used my school schedule as an excuse.
Unfortunately, this is the third or fourth time an agency offered me that job (not the same agency each time however). In the field I'm trying to find work in the only place in town doing any real hiring (other than union contracts) is Demmer. Needless to say, this is unbelievably frustrating to me.
I went home and tried to take a nap but was too pissed off at my misfortune of being offer a job I'd been fired from before more then once. I called my dad to talk me down. He told me to come down to the shop for a change a scenery to calm me down. So, I worked the shop for a couple of hours.
And now, I'm at my favorite coffee shop drinking my fourth cup of coffee (iced because of the heat), listening to Regina Spektor, feeling very sleepy, frustrated with life, and just plain depressed.
So, that's been my day, hope yours has been better.
Mark
P.S. Sorry for all the parenthesis, but that's just the way my mind works, you know?
P.P.S I was going to make this a "friends only" blog entry but decided against it at the last minute.
wow...i had the weirdest dream last night/this morning. i don't remember all of it, but i do remember most of it. there was this family, a young girl (about age 7), a young teenage boy (about 13), a teenage girl (about 17) and their mother. They were outside playing in their backyard together, I don't know where the father was, or if he was even alive, but this man came out from the front of the house, clearly not the father. The mother looked concerned as he approached. As he came nearer, the kids all gathered around their mother. He asked them if they would like to play baseball, and if he could bat. They hesitantly said yes, and then the kids ran to get the baseballs and bats. the mother offered to pitch, and the children each spread out around the backyard. Before the mother had a chance to pitch, the man picked up the bat and ran at her, swinging the bat, and hitting her in the head. She fell to the ground, and the man looked to the children. They ran off into the house and tried locking the door. it was no use, the man produced a key to the door, and unlocked it. The children ran to the nearest room, and tried calling for help. The phone lines had been cut, and they could not get through. They heard the man approaching, and ran out the front door. When they opened the door, it was pitch black outside, but they ran anyways. They ran towards a forest, but before they could get there, the man grabbed the young boy, and produced a gun, and shot him. The two girls ran faster, with tears streaming down their faces, and made it to the forest. The older of the two pulled a flashlight from her pocket, and started making her way through the forest, holding on tightly to her younger sister's hand. She would turn the flashlight on for a few seconds, and then turn it off, in order to prevent the man from knowing exactly where they were. After running for about a mile, the older girl suddenly disappeared, leaving the younger girl all alone. After a few minutes, she heard another gun shot. The man was not far behind her now, and she knew she would have to get away some how, so she climbed up the nearest pine tree, and kept climbing until she made it to the top.
There was nothing after that. The last thing I remember from the dream was the little girl sitting in the top of the tree crying. I woke up after that, and was really very confused. I've never analyzed my dreams before, and i've never remembered one so clearly. It was weird.