Update.
I am moving in space on Earth. I am almost nineteen now, which means that I'll be able to buy cigarettes with reckless abandon.
Obviously, I'm excited about that, but I'm also planning to start buying nice cigars, and trying new tobacco products. To exercise my legal right. Yeah democracy!
I am writing in my Livejournal right now which is good. Because I haven't been writing at all since I graduated in June.
I seem to have lost my motivational skills. This is probably related to the fact that it's finally sinking in; I'm not in school anymore.
For the first time in thirteen years, I am free to do whatever the fuck I want with my spare time. Knowing me, I have been working hard, and using the money to buy copious amounts of cigarettes and marijuana.
Live easy. It feels good to think about my classmates who just took their Mid terms.
Lots have dropped out by now, and I'm sure that many will follow.
I don't know if/when I'm planning on going back to school. Maybe I'll learn how to do some kind of trade; that would be pretty cool. When I look back, I can't remember any particular career goal that I had in mind.
At one point, I seem to recall that I wanted to be an astronaut. Or a hairdresser.
Either one. Then I learned that astronauts needed to be good at math, science, and some other stuff.
Obviously not my course of action.
I'd kind of like to work at the antique mall. I love to roam that place and look at the random, dusty old shit sitting there. You could get lost in a place like that.
I've applied a couple of times to the place in Mission, but then I got accepted at the Little Caesars ... yeah.......... bitches. but it was just my first job, and yeah.
There wasn't proper management. I guess the manager just went on vacation, and no one bothered to hire a new one, so we just had the "assistant manager" and the "assistant-assistant manager" so on and so forth.
I'm getting kind of bored with White Spot.
I like the money, and the fact that my boss is going to raise me to twelve dollars soon. when I train on Sandwich.
Sometimes I just have my days though. Like today, I felt like I would snap at anyone who got in my face. I was doing the desserts and the milk shakes, and people kept interrupting me while I was doing my stuff.
Irritated me.
But it's over, and I actually finished on time today.
The only reason I was late getting out was because Louie was still busy as hell on the grill, and there's this new rule now that the Head grill has to check over everyone's area before they're allowed to leave.
He took foreveer. lame. oh well. ITS OVER>
Now, I'm hanging out at Roberta's house where Ty also lives.
It's pretty sweet.
We're learning about Britney Spears and her hair extensions.
Ty has christened his new pipe today. The name is:
Mr. P. Smokey Esquire Xth.
Penis. SEX!
Good work, Ty.
It's a happy day for all, a new pipe has been christened by its new owner.
In other news: My bike has been stolen by unknown persons.
Mother has offered to pay for half of the hypothetical replacement-bike.
I'm still thinking about it, and getting over some of the loss. Financial as well as emotional. Lady.
I wonder where she is now. Are her New owners treating her well? I had a dream last night that my dad was taking apart my bike, trying to fix it, and My brother and his girlfriend were watching Peter work with the bike all sprawled over the pavement.
I guess it was kind of a nightmare caused by the stress of not having transportation.
I bought a bus pass today. It cost 69 dollars which was awesome.
OH good. anyways, I'm really hungry so I'm going to go eat my Power bar, and drink coffee. Peace out livejournal !
Obviously, I'm excited about that, but I'm also planning to start buying nice cigars, and trying new tobacco products. To exercise my legal right. Yeah democracy!
I am writing in my Livejournal right now which is good. Because I haven't been writing at all since I graduated in June.
I seem to have lost my motivational skills. This is probably related to the fact that it's finally sinking in; I'm not in school anymore.
For the first time in thirteen years, I am free to do whatever the fuck I want with my spare time. Knowing me, I have been working hard, and using the money to buy copious amounts of cigarettes and marijuana.
Live easy. It feels good to think about my classmates who just took their Mid terms.
Lots have dropped out by now, and I'm sure that many will follow.
I don't know if/when I'm planning on going back to school. Maybe I'll learn how to do some kind of trade; that would be pretty cool. When I look back, I can't remember any particular career goal that I had in mind.
At one point, I seem to recall that I wanted to be an astronaut. Or a hairdresser.
Either one. Then I learned that astronauts needed to be good at math, science, and some other stuff.
Obviously not my course of action.
I'd kind of like to work at the antique mall. I love to roam that place and look at the random, dusty old shit sitting there. You could get lost in a place like that.
I've applied a couple of times to the place in Mission, but then I got accepted at the Little Caesars ... yeah.......... bitches. but it was just my first job, and yeah.
There wasn't proper management. I guess the manager just went on vacation, and no one bothered to hire a new one, so we just had the "assistant manager" and the "assistant-assistant manager" so on and so forth.
I'm getting kind of bored with White Spot.
I like the money, and the fact that my boss is going to raise me to twelve dollars soon. when I train on Sandwich.
Sometimes I just have my days though. Like today, I felt like I would snap at anyone who got in my face. I was doing the desserts and the milk shakes, and people kept interrupting me while I was doing my stuff.
Irritated me.
But it's over, and I actually finished on time today.
The only reason I was late getting out was because Louie was still busy as hell on the grill, and there's this new rule now that the Head grill has to check over everyone's area before they're allowed to leave.
He took foreveer. lame. oh well. ITS OVER>
Now, I'm hanging out at Roberta's house where Ty also lives.
It's pretty sweet.
We're learning about Britney Spears and her hair extensions.
Ty has christened his new pipe today. The name is:
Mr. P. Smokey Esquire Xth.
Penis. SEX!
Good work, Ty.
It's a happy day for all, a new pipe has been christened by its new owner.
In other news: My bike has been stolen by unknown persons.
Mother has offered to pay for half of the hypothetical replacement-bike.
I'm still thinking about it, and getting over some of the loss. Financial as well as emotional. Lady.
I wonder where she is now. Are her New owners treating her well? I had a dream last night that my dad was taking apart my bike, trying to fix it, and My brother and his girlfriend were watching Peter work with the bike all sprawled over the pavement.
I guess it was kind of a nightmare caused by the stress of not having transportation.
I bought a bus pass today. It cost 69 dollars which was awesome.
OH good. anyways, I'm really hungry so I'm going to go eat my Power bar, and drink coffee. Peace out livejournal !