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I haven't updated in about forever, so I'm doing it now... at CG's house. Yeah. Our computers at home suck so this is much more simple. Yeah. I'm not in a very good mood. I've been reading good books lately and have had very witty moments, but sadly I've kept them to myself just saying "hey, I should write that down." Sadly I haven't though. It's all good though. I've decided that sketchy people suck and should learn when to keep their mouths shut.
I've gone to soo many party-ish things this week and sketch would be the mot du semain. But I shouldn't be saying anything. This isn't a private journal, so I shouldn't be putting people down... not here anyway.
I gave up the word "retarded" for lent and it's really really difficult. Every time I say it, I follow up with a loud "FUCK!" which I really don't think helps me considering that's really not the season for lent.
Sex, drugs and cocoa puffs definitely has to be one of the best books in the world. Incredibly honest and it has some of the best lines in the world. I wish I didn't have to pick my year book quote already because there are so many fabulous lines in it. All well. There's a long line of people who want to read it after I finish it... maybe I should charge them for it.
OH YEAH!
I'm finally making some money. Too bad I started the day pay checks came out, so I still need to wait another two weeks before I get paid, but it's going really well. I'm having a lot of fun. I'm working at my doctor's office and I get to do lab work. It's cool. I also file which is boring, but still good to know that I can do it... I guess. Whatever. The other girl who works there is nice and she's shown me the ropes pretty well. God, I really need my real journal right now... I haven't written in such a LONG time. I'm way over due for a good journal vent.
I really want to go home now.
I've gone to soo many party-ish things this week and sketch would be the mot du semain. But I shouldn't be saying anything. This isn't a private journal, so I shouldn't be putting people down... not here anyway.
I gave up the word "retarded" for lent and it's really really difficult. Every time I say it, I follow up with a loud "FUCK!" which I really don't think helps me considering that's really not the season for lent.
Sex, drugs and cocoa puffs definitely has to be one of the best books in the world. Incredibly honest and it has some of the best lines in the world. I wish I didn't have to pick my year book quote already because there are so many fabulous lines in it. All well. There's a long line of people who want to read it after I finish it... maybe I should charge them for it.
OH YEAH!
I'm finally making some money. Too bad I started the day pay checks came out, so I still need to wait another two weeks before I get paid, but it's going really well. I'm having a lot of fun. I'm working at my doctor's office and I get to do lab work. It's cool. I also file which is boring, but still good to know that I can do it... I guess. Whatever. The other girl who works there is nice and she's shown me the ropes pretty well. God, I really need my real journal right now... I haven't written in such a LONG time. I'm way over due for a good journal vent.
I really want to go home now.