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half of the time i'm not even listening to these songs that i say i'm listening to, they're just stuck in my head. it's all one big fluke. gasp.
i hate going to work. it's torturous to look out the windows and the sun is out and ya know, the birds are playing in the birdbath and the traffic to the beach is going by, and where am i? taking out garbage and cleaning trays and sterilizing. a lot of the time i'm in the darkroomdeveloping too , and it gets depressing. and then there's that girl at work that i absolutely can NOT stand. she has the same job as i do, but because she's been there a little longer she thinks she can boss me and another girl around by leaving notes on what to do and what not to do, meanwhile i already KNOW it. and it pisses me off that she thinks she can get a tan by going tanning meanwhile she's this major irish girl who has skin like... and egg yeah an egg and when she goes tanning she comes out all freckly. i think her goal is to get so many freckles that it becomes one big blob of a tan. i'm being catty. back to the main complaint, i come out of work smelling like disinfectant. hot.
anyway.
after work, went shopping with mom and then straight from there we picked up christine and she and i saw dodgeball. oh man. stupid but funny movie, i'd recommend it. then after that i went to katie's, and jamie liz and alex were there too. we went crabbing off the dock and caught a couple of baby crabs but they all ran away anyway. then we sat on the sailboat and it was such a clear night; all the stars were out. it felt summery... heh..
today beached it w/the fam + pamela; it was a gorgeous day. she and i went for a walk and we saw a one-legged seagull... all it had for another leg was a little nub that moved around like a worm, and it was really gross. so i decided to chase it to see what it would do. all it did was flap its wings around a bit and couldn't get anywhere, so i felt bad and left it alone. on the ride home across the bridges we drove past a 70-something year old man w/a ponytail on a motorcycle... and he just sat there and drove it without using his hands. i didnt know you could do that.
oh! and did anyone else hear about what happened at our safe, local, non...mexican mall? how the bloods and the cryps pulled out their guns in the food court but the cops stopped anything before it could happen? i don't think i wanna go there anymore...
AND! who heard about our local lovely delta gas station near higbie 7-11 in beautiful white islip? yesterday the FBI came in and soon after it was raided by the fricken S.W.A.T. team because it's supposedly part of a huge immigrant-smuggling ring all over L.I. with millions of dollars. now how about that. i could be getting this a bit off though, but it's in today's newsday.
that's about all for now....i have to go make a strawberry pie. later taters.