I Guess I'll Update This Thing
Back home indeed. Umm, still no job. I'd like to shelve books at B-A-M, but they have ignored both applications. I guess I'll try the local cinema, Razor(blade), but it really is a shithole--not proverbially either. It really is an anus. And My dad filled me in on a teller position at the bank. But I'm not a woman. Nor am I an effeminate gay man. So I'm not doing that.
Hey! Maybe I could be the first Wal-Mart Welcome Person under 60. That'd be fun. Hmmm...let me brain storm some more in you, Razor(blade). Maybe a waiter at some sort-of-nice place. Or...I could work in the CofC Physical Plant again. But I hate it there. Maybe try the video game stores around town? They might be hiring summer help. Although, it seems like they have a nice, consistent work force of directionless video game nerds. I mean, I saw the same guy in "Babbagee's" for like two or three years strong whenever I poked my head into the mall. Like I have direction, though, right Razor(blade)? So probably no openings there or "EB" or anywhere else. I guess I could cashier somewhere--grocery story maybe. But that'd suck.
Can't think of much else.
I think I'll go watch "Beijing Bicycle" and some animu and call it a night. Adam Simon better call me earlier next time it's time to get girtarded. I'd like to have gone tonight, but after 10 it is really tough to get out of the house: my parents understand that the only thing I'd be leaving to do is get drunk. And flail about a bit. They don't say no; they just give me the silent, foreboding treatment. Make me feel like an evil, evil person who eats babies if I leave after ten. If I'm out and I happen to stay out real late, everything's alright. But I'm a baby eater if I leave on a journey to some other part of the city after 10. Can't say I wouldn't do the same thing, though. So call me for some pre-game warmups next time, Adam.
Hey! Maybe I could be the first Wal-Mart Welcome Person under 60. That'd be fun. Hmmm...let me brain storm some more in you, Razor(blade). Maybe a waiter at some sort-of-nice place. Or...I could work in the CofC Physical Plant again. But I hate it there. Maybe try the video game stores around town? They might be hiring summer help. Although, it seems like they have a nice, consistent work force of directionless video game nerds. I mean, I saw the same guy in "Babbagee's" for like two or three years strong whenever I poked my head into the mall. Like I have direction, though, right Razor(blade)? So probably no openings there or "EB" or anywhere else. I guess I could cashier somewhere--grocery story maybe. But that'd suck.
Can't think of much else.
I think I'll go watch "Beijing Bicycle" and some animu and call it a night. Adam Simon better call me earlier next time it's time to get girtarded. I'd like to have gone tonight, but after 10 it is really tough to get out of the house: my parents understand that the only thing I'd be leaving to do is get drunk. And flail about a bit. They don't say no; they just give me the silent, foreboding treatment. Make me feel like an evil, evil person who eats babies if I leave after ten. If I'm out and I happen to stay out real late, everything's alright. But I'm a baby eater if I leave on a journey to some other part of the city after 10. Can't say I wouldn't do the same thing, though. So call me for some pre-game warmups next time, Adam.