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Current Mood: ah, I feel a little queasy . . . Current Music: no music. my old hard drive died so I don't have any music on this one. Well maybe I'll know whether or not I have a job tomorrow. I've been trying for 2 weeks now to get a job at Meadows Farms Nurseries, but they're not hiring part-timers yet, so it sucks. I'm bored off my ass every evening, sitting on this damn computer, waiting and waiting for them to decide who they're going to hire. Hopefully the manager will see my "bugging him" as eagerness, because that's what I am. EAGER DAMNIT! The other day was not good. Wednesday, I believe. Khalil was being a dick. He's one of my so-called friends. He was pushing my head down into his lap and wouldn't let go of me, so I started screaming and kicking and pinching and biting and finally he released me. He's such an asshole. And then he started saying, "I'm not worried, Shane won't care, He's a cheap fucker. Give him $20 so he can go buy something for his car and he won't care." *sigh* I wanted to beat the shit out of him. Next time he does something like that, I'm reporting him. He can be jailed for doing that. That would be classified as sexual assault. On April 3rd, Shane and I are going to the zoo for our 1 year anniversary. Unfortunately the 1st isn't on a Saturday, but what can I do? It's going to be so cool! I am finally 17! I have been waiting for fuckin' ever for this day to come. Well, it's almost been a month, but you get the idea. It was the worst day. I caught a cold that morning (imagine my luck), the whole day went by so unbelieveably slow, and then when we went to see "Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen," we left within the first 30 minutes. Yea, it was that stupid. I should have used my 17 year old privilege of seeing an 'R' rated movie. Well, I did on Friday. Well, I'm babbling now, so I'm out. I should write more often, huh? ~Yours Truly -------------------------------------------- like sands through the hour glass, so are the days of our lives. |