Yay!
So yeah...I'm back at home for good! No more Taliban, I mean Klepto, I mean Hellhole, I mean Salem...ever! No more getting my ass wiped by a pilgrim, no more people telling me I can't laugh at dead baby harbor seals. I went on a regular rule-breaking spree the last few days - then my friends and I went through the student handbook and highlighted everything we did wrong. If only I'd gotten ahold of Sophie and let her know so she could go running to Dr B...oh wait, it's too late now, isn't it? Also I saw Kill Bill a couple times over the weekend. I first saw it with my family...my dad walked out in the first five minutes, and I ended up being the only one watching it. So what - I happen to like hack-and-slash-blood-and-gore-evil-fucked-up-shit like that. I think I've just found a favorite movie, right next to "A Christmas Story". Oh yes, and I further pissed our dean off at graduation by flipping my tassle. Now, most high schools do switch the tassle from the left to right side after graduation, but our dean always says not to because "that's not the way they do it in England." Um, hello, this is an American school founded by Germans...?! So that was a bit like my last fuck-off to Salem, and now I am free at last.
I'm looking for a job. NOBODY is hiring. I'm going to try for whatever, but I seriously hope I don't end up behind a computer all day. I need to be active...maybe I can go work with the immigrant strawberry pickers? Some people offered to let me babysit, and I immediately turned it down - can you picture me with kids? They wouldn't last ten seconds. They'd be stuffed under the bed, duct-taped into the fetal position, and I'd be talking to the parents: "I don't know, I mean, she just kind of walked out, I don't know where she went."
I'm looking for a job. NOBODY is hiring. I'm going to try for whatever, but I seriously hope I don't end up behind a computer all day. I need to be active...maybe I can go work with the immigrant strawberry pickers? Some people offered to let me babysit, and I immediately turned it down - can you picture me with kids? They wouldn't last ten seconds. They'd be stuffed under the bed, duct-taped into the fetal position, and I'd be talking to the parents: "I don't know, I mean, she just kind of walked out, I don't know where she went."