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I've always wanted to call the suicide hotline just because. I wonder if, when a teen calls, they have to transfer them to speak with other teens - or if they at least have that choice. I think that would be the perfect job ... unless, of course, you happen to be watching television and see that the person you were supposed to save still killed themselves. I think I'd eventually get over it. The only thing I'd have a problem with, is listening. I'd end up chatting about myself. I think it's meant for the "listening" types. Ugh. I'm sure you run across a lot of interesting people though. I wonder how much you get paid. I wonder, if you don't save someone, would they dock your pay? I think it would be a cool job, despite the risks. I had a very nice day yesterday, one of my best - even though I had a class board meeting. The techno is currently helping out my normally dreary mood. My Mother has been painting the kitchen these past few days. My whole family has been ok this week, we've all been cordial and basically shown that we love each other by playing Boggle, air hockey, Scrabble, and of course, pool. My Mother will sense an awkward silence, and then propose the game. It's funny. I've been riding my bicycle a lot lately as well - well, technically my Mother's. Mine currently has a deflated tire and now, my Mother's has a flat tire. My Father confirmed this when picking me up from Robbie's, seeing the bicycle and riding it around while yelling. My parents are a wee bit eccentric. I had an odd dream last night. I dreamed that I was with Allison and it was her birthday ... we had it at this really large dark room, and she had all of her friends there. I walked out and I saw that one of the characters from Dexter (fantastic show!) was in the ocean. I saved him and we swam and I saw sharks underwater. The whole time we were both screaming "Oh shit, Oh shit, we're gonna die!" I also made sarcastic comments.
"So, Lieutenant, how'ja get stuck in this awful mess?"
"Just keep swimming Liz, save the smart-ass comments for later, when we don't have sharks on our tail"
Eventually, we got back to the party ... but there was only one piece of the really nice cake left. There was another cake which looked ok ... I ate some of it, but i was still hungry.
"So, Lizzy, where were you?" Mrs. Megroet inquired.
" Just saving an officer m'am."
For some reason, the cake had some odd vegetable in it ...
"Allison included some celery," Mrs. Megroet explained.
For some reason, I believe two of my friends' parties were going on, and I was very confused as to whom the other person was - Aubrey Quinlan, I think, although she might've just attended Allison's party. Odd, I didn't actually see Allison. I remember seeing her sister though, as she told me not to eat the last piece of the purple-frosted cake. I was upset.
"So, Lieutenant, how'ja get stuck in this awful mess?"
"Just keep swimming Liz, save the smart-ass comments for later, when we don't have sharks on our tail"
Eventually, we got back to the party ... but there was only one piece of the really nice cake left. There was another cake which looked ok ... I ate some of it, but i was still hungry.
"So, Lizzy, where were you?" Mrs. Megroet inquired.
" Just saving an officer m'am."
For some reason, the cake had some odd vegetable in it ...
"Allison included some celery," Mrs. Megroet explained.
For some reason, I believe two of my friends' parties were going on, and I was very confused as to whom the other person was - Aubrey Quinlan, I think, although she might've just attended Allison's party. Odd, I didn't actually see Allison. I remember seeing her sister though, as she told me not to eat the last piece of the purple-frosted cake. I was upset.