My Fingernails are Getting Shorter

Wednesday afternoon I was sitting in my car, listening to local radio, waiting for my biometrics lab to start. The radio station has been having a contest the past three weeks on winning a pair of Coachella Music Festival tickets. A listener calls when a certain song plays and you would grovel, and tell the dj why you deserve to go to the music festival over everyone else.

I decided to try it out. After waiting for the song to come on for so long it was nearing my lab time and I just had to stick around because I put in so much time already. Finally the song came on at about 3:20 so I started to call in and told him that I'm a college student who is working 30 hours a week and I need a break... I know not the best pleading story but I thought my charm had worked its magic through the phone line. I would have to wait after the song is over to see if the dj plays our conversation. A girl named Racheal won because she moved back in with her parents and they rule over her so she wants to go to piss them off.

I called in again yesterday to try to win - I was just doing laundry at the ole' bigots house so I had time to pass. But before the depeche mode song came on he was having people call in and vote for the album of the week and possibly win a cd. I called in because I really wanted Flaming Lips to be album of the week, then dj said, "You know what? I'm gonna give you a cd." I said "Cooooo- wait no. I was going to call in later to try to win the coachella tickets. Now I'm not going to win." He said, "No it all depends on your story, so call in and grovel still." I said, "But I'm just not that lucky." And I apparently used up all my luck points winning the cd.

Depeche Mode came blasting on and I waited a minute or two to call in because I know that the phone lines would be full anyway. I called in and told him that one of my grovel points was going to be that I don't win anything, but he just gave me a damn cd. I also said that it was my birthday soon and I can't celebrate it, so if he gives me the tickets it will be a belated birthday present. He said it was a nice angle and I should call back if I hear our conversation on the radio.

I waited patiently - feeling pretty certain I was going to win. No. Some lady named Jenny called in and said her husband left her recently and that they work together. No fair.

I was dissapointed because I had a 1 in 10 chance of winning - and I had my laugh to boot. Why is this world coming to a weird and dilapidated halt to pleasure zone.