Get out, (LEAVE!) right now, its the end of you and me...
That song is friggin everywhere! GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!
Fuckin' A. School starts tomorrow. Thanks a lot, Mr. Brownie. Okay, that wasn't funny, but I couldn't resist.
So yeah, summer is over. ANd do you know what I'm doing for my last day of summer vacation? I'm working at the BAkerY! Yup, from 3-9 making it impossible to do anything.
Yesterday I got a lecture from my mother, telling me how I have to stay home a lot more often during the school year, and how shes reinstating the 2-night a week dinner thing.
I don't mean to keep writing entries about my "encounters" with insects, but I thought this one may be particulary amusing to some. In short, I was painting my new bedroom at 10 p/m, and felt something crawl across my stomach. I lift my shirt up and see a mini-centipede running around my stomach heading straight for my pants. So I completly freak out and start running towards my room tearing my clothes off. And before I get to my room, theres like a step thing and I slipped and smashed my leg and my foot on the step. And the centepede is still on me... finally, I fling it off and hit it multiple times with my "Musician's Friend" magazine.
Mmm.. I suppose it'd be more amusing as a first-hand account. But not as funny as the time I tripped over the fan cord...
Anyway... I'm about to start doing something to the other room. Probably hand the lanterns or something, I don't know. And then its time for work. Blah. At least I'm working with Kitt-ay. My favorite little co-Worker. (I hope you don't get lectured too bad, for skippin out on Tuesday)
And with a few closing words...
"You said that you, would treat me right, but it was just a waste of time..."
You said it, Jo JO. What are you, like 13? I'm sure you know all about this kind of thing....
C'est une monde triste.
Fuckin' A. School starts tomorrow. Thanks a lot, Mr. Brownie. Okay, that wasn't funny, but I couldn't resist.
So yeah, summer is over. ANd do you know what I'm doing for my last day of summer vacation? I'm working at the BAkerY! Yup, from 3-9 making it impossible to do anything.
Yesterday I got a lecture from my mother, telling me how I have to stay home a lot more often during the school year, and how shes reinstating the 2-night a week dinner thing.
I don't mean to keep writing entries about my "encounters" with insects, but I thought this one may be particulary amusing to some. In short, I was painting my new bedroom at 10 p/m, and felt something crawl across my stomach. I lift my shirt up and see a mini-centipede running around my stomach heading straight for my pants. So I completly freak out and start running towards my room tearing my clothes off. And before I get to my room, theres like a step thing and I slipped and smashed my leg and my foot on the step. And the centepede is still on me... finally, I fling it off and hit it multiple times with my "Musician's Friend" magazine.
Mmm.. I suppose it'd be more amusing as a first-hand account. But not as funny as the time I tripped over the fan cord...
Anyway... I'm about to start doing something to the other room. Probably hand the lanterns or something, I don't know. And then its time for work. Blah. At least I'm working with Kitt-ay. My favorite little co-Worker. (I hope you don't get lectured too bad, for skippin out on Tuesday)
And with a few closing words...
"You said that you, would treat me right, but it was just a waste of time..."
You said it, Jo JO. What are you, like 13? I'm sure you know all about this kind of thing....
C'est une monde triste.