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For some reason my livejournal has skipped July and gone straight to August.
How peculiar.
I suppose I wish it was August as well.
Good thinking livejournal. Enjoy your time in the future while I try to figure out what to do on an evening of 95 degree heat with no air conditioning or open capitalist joyland in sight.
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All I have been doing this summer is working and playing video games. My parents couldn't be happier that I'm working 39 hours a week, but I feel like I can never do anything when I'm not passing through those 39 hours.
I sleep until noon.
I smoke packs of cigarettes.
I kill demons (last summer it was zombies).
I do not write my play.
I do not finish painting my room or my canvas that I have yet to buy.
And somehow I manage to spend all my money.
Perhaps I could think up a craft project involving cigarette butts and back sweat, since those are the materials I have most ready access to.
Any ideas?
How strange that I'm writing in here again.
I must have heat stroke!
How peculiar.
I suppose I wish it was August as well.
Good thinking livejournal. Enjoy your time in the future while I try to figure out what to do on an evening of 95 degree heat with no air conditioning or open capitalist joyland in sight.
...
All I have been doing this summer is working and playing video games. My parents couldn't be happier that I'm working 39 hours a week, but I feel like I can never do anything when I'm not passing through those 39 hours.
I sleep until noon.
I smoke packs of cigarettes.
I kill demons (last summer it was zombies).
I do not write my play.
I do not finish painting my room or my canvas that I have yet to buy.
And somehow I manage to spend all my money.
Perhaps I could think up a craft project involving cigarette butts and back sweat, since those are the materials I have most ready access to.
Any ideas?
How strange that I'm writing in here again.
I must have heat stroke!