The school blocks EVERYTHINNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGew.
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I need to find a proxy server or some shit.
Monday, May 14, 2007
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
I've been drawn into your magnet tar pit trap..
Not much has happened.. I've been working at Applebee's for a month and a half and having a blast... but they're shutting down on Sunday. I'm transfering over to the one on 103rd and State Line, I have an interviewy whatever shpeal tomorrow.
I'm supposed to be researaching narcissistic personality disorder but I'm way too tired. It's funny, the more I read about it the more I think I have it. But then again, that's like every disease/disorder/whatever you hear about. Hell, one of the symptoms for sickle cell in my Biology book was pain.
...
My arm's on fire! Fuck! I must have sickle cell?!?!
I'm supposed to be researaching narcissistic personality disorder but I'm way too tired. It's funny, the more I read about it the more I think I have it. But then again, that's like every disease/disorder/whatever you hear about. Hell, one of the symptoms for sickle cell in my Biology book was pain.
...
My arm's on fire! Fuck! I must have sickle cell?!?!
Thursday, December 21, 2006
"The scent of you is bliss..."
My stereo! I forgot it was even there. I found my Distillers CD. I'm playing it right now. In my stereo. That is buried under cheesey trophies and boxes of contact lenses.
"Hold onto the memory, yeah it's all you got.."
This song pwns everything else that ever existed.
Augh fuck. Remote needs new batteries.
God. Brody Dalle is officially is the sexiest human alive. Sexier than Maynard.
I need more CD's. I have like three Nirvana CD's and everything else is either autographed or crap, or both.
I need the car, right fucking now. The battery's dead and it leaks. My dad's supposed to fix it before he gives it to me, like that will ever happen in my life. Shit.
"Ooowaoo, the cooooral fang.."
Off to Minsky's!
"Hold onto the memory, yeah it's all you got.."
This song pwns everything else that ever existed.
Augh fuck. Remote needs new batteries.
God. Brody Dalle is officially is the sexiest human alive. Sexier than Maynard.
I need more CD's. I have like three Nirvana CD's and everything else is either autographed or crap, or both.
I need the car, right fucking now. The battery's dead and it leaks. My dad's supposed to fix it before he gives it to me, like that will ever happen in my life. Shit.
"Ooowaoo, the cooooral fang.."
Off to Minsky's!
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
Algebra 2.
It sucks a fat one.
Luckily it's in a computer lab....
Bwahah.
It's been a good day.
Halloween was awesome. I think I might be too old to trick or treat, all my neighbors were looking at me funny. Assholes.
Luckily it's in a computer lab....
Bwahah.
It's been a good day.
Halloween was awesome. I think I might be too old to trick or treat, all my neighbors were looking at me funny. Assholes.
Sunday, September 03, 2006
Birthday-birthday.
Last night was Michelle's birthday party. A grand time was had by all.
We were playing flashlight tag, and I'm not really the run-around-and-chase-people type, so usually whenever I play these games I find a killer hiding spot and sit there until the game is over.
So, I sat in a hydrangea bush for a half hour.
Tricia joined me like ten minutes into it.
We were having so much fun with the fact that they could NEVER find us that we didn't realize that the game was over and they were looking for us and apparently kinda worried. So they were pretty pissed when we came out of hiding.
We were playing flashlight tag, and I'm not really the run-around-and-chase-people type, so usually whenever I play these games I find a killer hiding spot and sit there until the game is over.
So, I sat in a hydrangea bush for a half hour.
Tricia joined me like ten minutes into it.
We were having so much fun with the fact that they could NEVER find us that we didn't realize that the game was over and they were looking for us and apparently kinda worried. So they were pretty pissed when we came out of hiding.
Thursday, July 27, 2006
Saturday, July 22, 2006
Swap n' Shop.
Possibly the most pointless yet fascinating event to ever occur in Rosedale.
Basically, it's a huge weekly rendezvous of hundreds of people coming together to buy, sell, and trade their useless shit.
My dad just got married a few months ago and the process of moving into his wife's house is coming to a close. He has little left to do to finalize the sale on his house, but much to do with all the shit that came from his house.
Renee's house is pretty small as it is. Usually I spend the night there once a week, and while her son was in town I slept there once and it was decided that there is just not enough room for the four of us. It's a one-story, two-bed one-bath cute little abode but there is literally no space to function whatsoever. And all my dad's shit has to go.
And because the midwesterners were a little late to recieve the memo that the Mexicans were acomin', none of us are very good at Spanish. And Rosedale is a predominately Mexican town. My dad and Renee both teach school around the area so they've had their share of Spanish-teaching tapes in their cars (imagine hearing "Puerto. Puerto. Door." a thousand times). I know the Spanish words for door, eggs, hello, thank you, and numbers 1-14. Not enough to sell a dining room set.
This has been my second week doing Swap n' Shop. Last week was impossibly hot outside... luckily, today I was almost a little chilly, thanks to all the rain we've been getting. But we're usually there for hours. It's awful.
My first experience with a Spanish-speaking customer went something like this:
Guy: *Points at computer monitor.* "Quantos?"
Me: "...What?"
Guy: "Quantos?"
Me: "Oh. Computer monitor."
Guy: "No no. Quantos?"
Me: *Making the connection between quantos and quantity.* "OH. Like. Twenty bucks?"
Little did I know that you don't sell anything for twenty bucks at Swap n' shop. That was last week, and my dad sold that thing for fifty cents today.
I wish my camera worked. There were people there with their entire cars covered with little cheap dog sculptures and shot glass collections and just random stupid knick-knacks that no one is ever going to want. How do people even acquire so much useless shit? And more importantly, who would haggle with the seller over it?
Why?
Basically, it's a huge weekly rendezvous of hundreds of people coming together to buy, sell, and trade their useless shit.
My dad just got married a few months ago and the process of moving into his wife's house is coming to a close. He has little left to do to finalize the sale on his house, but much to do with all the shit that came from his house.
Renee's house is pretty small as it is. Usually I spend the night there once a week, and while her son was in town I slept there once and it was decided that there is just not enough room for the four of us. It's a one-story, two-bed one-bath cute little abode but there is literally no space to function whatsoever. And all my dad's shit has to go.
And because the midwesterners were a little late to recieve the memo that the Mexicans were acomin', none of us are very good at Spanish. And Rosedale is a predominately Mexican town. My dad and Renee both teach school around the area so they've had their share of Spanish-teaching tapes in their cars (imagine hearing "Puerto. Puerto. Door." a thousand times). I know the Spanish words for door, eggs, hello, thank you, and numbers 1-14. Not enough to sell a dining room set.
This has been my second week doing Swap n' Shop. Last week was impossibly hot outside... luckily, today I was almost a little chilly, thanks to all the rain we've been getting. But we're usually there for hours. It's awful.
My first experience with a Spanish-speaking customer went something like this:
Guy: *Points at computer monitor.* "Quantos?"
Me: "...What?"
Guy: "Quantos?"
Me: "Oh. Computer monitor."
Guy: "No no. Quantos?"
Me: *Making the connection between quantos and quantity.* "OH. Like. Twenty bucks?"
Little did I know that you don't sell anything for twenty bucks at Swap n' shop. That was last week, and my dad sold that thing for fifty cents today.
I wish my camera worked. There were people there with their entire cars covered with little cheap dog sculptures and shot glass collections and just random stupid knick-knacks that no one is ever going to want. How do people even acquire so much useless shit? And more importantly, who would haggle with the seller over it?
Why?
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