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The snow is getting to be a little bit too much, I think. But that could always just be me and my silly opinions. What on Earth am I thinking? Too much snow! Proposterous!
All insanity aside, my hands are very cold and my neighbor moved my car from the bottom of my driveway where I parked and emergency-braked it after realized there was no hope of getting poor Jesus up the hill. He then proceeded to put it in his driveway across the street, snowblow our driveway, and then put Jesus in his proper place underneath the neglected basketball net. Thank you Mr. and Mark Tokarz, you are wonderful. Now I can leave for work at 7:30 without any worry at all. Woop!
Davis Hall at Westfield State is haunted. I'm scared. I didn't put Davis on my residence form at all. There were spaces for four choices and I put every other hall that's open to freshman instead. I'd be nervous if I even got put into Dickinson, but Dickinson is fourth on my list so let's hope it doesn't come to that. And let's also hope to god that my roommate isn't a lunatic or a whore. Or Little Miss Highschool. Or anything. I hope she either gets along with me really well or hates me and moves out. That would be fantastic. I could hang any curtains I pleased and listen to Jimmy on my iPod all I wanted. Maybed I'll change my car's name to Jimmy. Its mostly composed of new parts anyways, thanks to the motherfucking dealer we got it from. Roarrr.
p.s.
My dad returns from Iraq in four weeks.
Four weeks til I have a dad again.
Four weeks til I get a new iBook.
Four weeks til we sue the dealer and I pay off my car loan with the resulting money.
Four weeks til fucking.. April.
All insanity aside, my hands are very cold and my neighbor moved my car from the bottom of my driveway where I parked and emergency-braked it after realized there was no hope of getting poor Jesus up the hill. He then proceeded to put it in his driveway across the street, snowblow our driveway, and then put Jesus in his proper place underneath the neglected basketball net. Thank you Mr. and Mark Tokarz, you are wonderful. Now I can leave for work at 7:30 without any worry at all. Woop!
Davis Hall at Westfield State is haunted. I'm scared. I didn't put Davis on my residence form at all. There were spaces for four choices and I put every other hall that's open to freshman instead. I'd be nervous if I even got put into Dickinson, but Dickinson is fourth on my list so let's hope it doesn't come to that. And let's also hope to god that my roommate isn't a lunatic or a whore. Or Little Miss Highschool. Or anything. I hope she either gets along with me really well or hates me and moves out. That would be fantastic. I could hang any curtains I pleased and listen to Jimmy on my iPod all I wanted. Maybed I'll change my car's name to Jimmy. Its mostly composed of new parts anyways, thanks to the motherfucking dealer we got it from. Roarrr.
p.s.
My dad returns from Iraq in four weeks.
Four weeks til I have a dad again.
Four weeks til I get a new iBook.
Four weeks til we sue the dealer and I pay off my car loan with the resulting money.
Four weeks til fucking.. April.