Out of the way in a Hades kind of way...
Man... tonight was the perfect personification of what hell would be for me. Hundreds upon hundreds of middle school students asking me, nay, forcing me to change their damn tickets for another movie. Oh, the horror.
I feel like someone has taken my core and left me with a shell... I mean, I can work with it, but it doesn't feel like my heart is in anything. The combination of school and work has been slowly yanking me apart... to the point where I don't even care anymore. It seems hopeless to even dream of doing something other then those two things... so why avoid it?
I wonder who owns Dan's Fan City... I mean, ok. The obvious answer is "Dan" but who is he? Why did he get into fans? Why are they so fricking important that he would dedicate a whole store to 'em? Does he actually make any money? These are questions we must ask ourselves... and Dan. No, not you Smythe.
-Adam
I feel like someone has taken my core and left me with a shell... I mean, I can work with it, but it doesn't feel like my heart is in anything. The combination of school and work has been slowly yanking me apart... to the point where I don't even care anymore. It seems hopeless to even dream of doing something other then those two things... so why avoid it?
I wonder who owns Dan's Fan City... I mean, ok. The obvious answer is "Dan" but who is he? Why did he get into fans? Why are they so fricking important that he would dedicate a whole store to 'em? Does he actually make any money? These are questions we must ask ourselves... and Dan. No, not you Smythe.
-Adam