There are not, to my knowledge, any 80 gig Zunes in the city of Boston. This is both dissapointing and annoying. That is not a good combination and along with the terrible dreams whose pschological effects are lingering thoughout the day, it’s worked out to be one where I feel myself trying not to sink into being upset and pissed off all day but with no compelling reason not to be. Best Buy was categorically unhelpful. It took the idiot at the Newbury St. one 5 minutes to fucking say “Our website says we don’t have any, so i guess we don’t.” The man at the Landmark Center Best Buy at least confirmed via, get this, physical examination of the stock, that there was no 80 gb Zunes to be had. There were 8 and 4 gb in a number of colors, all tucked away, in boxes, locked in a cabinet. The Newbury St. guy didn’t open said cabinets despite being less then 5 feet from his computer terminal that displays the same fucking information that I can see on bestbuys website, which is where he directed me. If I wanted to buy it from the fucking website I would have stayed home. I’ve ordered one from Amazon (I hadn’t done so until now because I figured [here was my fatal error] that Bestbuy would have them in stock and be selling them at the earliest possible time, because you know, they’re in the buisness of selling products to customers. This whole thing is a stupid pile of frustrating. I’m practically ready to buy an 80gb ipod classic because the experience has been so frustrating but, then again, that isn’t what I want and I don’t want to have wasted a day wandering around getting something I don’t want. I’ll have to check around and see if anyone else has found and purchased one today. There was at least one other guy in Bestbuy today looking for one. I’m going to go read Warren Ellis’ brilliantly twisted novel Crooked Little Vein. It’s the best purchase I’ve made in a while and is an absorbing and darkly funny little novel that’s peppered with Ellis’ thoughts on the changing nature of our culture.
Last night I had a dream about how I was in a library and was studying and was in spanish again but that knew that was stupid of me since I’m bad at spanish. I was trying to study but knew I wouldn’t be prepared and was really stressed out about it. Later I was at a huge party and there was a pretty blonde girl who refused the advances of a sketchy looking guy. He then tried to drug her and subsequently abduct her but then I took the dozen or so pills out of the drink and confronted the guy with them by showing them to him. Myself and some others got him to stay in one place so we could dispense justice to him. (I’m not sure how this was going to be accomplished, it was just my feeling.) He took some more pills he had on him, I think painkillers, so as to not feel the immense beating coming his way from the crowd. I let himself drop a story from the balcony we were all on and ran away. This was very distressing and added to the earlier feeling of helplessness about the spanish test since both rooms had a similar feel to them in the walls and decor. The dream continued by describing the many guests of the party, lots of friends of the family and one woman and her daughter were there but I was the only one who they knew and I wasn’t able to properly play host and introduce them to people at the party since I was trapped in small talk in another room off to the side, though I could see them. All of this was frustrating. I woke up and gasped about the school stuff and then had to assure myself over the next few mintues that I was not actually going to fail out of all my classes and that not everything was doomed or completely outside my control as far as school. The other dreams came back to me slowly as well but the school one remained embedded in my real experiences of school and my actual current situation. All in All, it bodes badly for the current state of my mental health at least today.