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im pooped man. i dont really know how i feel about Diedrichs just yet. i dont feel like im even proiductive enough to earn the minimum hourly wage. and they're stingy. well i told God id take the first job i was offered to me- so there you have it. im not gonna lie- i still would rather have starbucks. Bang last night- better than usual. Just Emily and i went. Kinda daring, huh? she even ran 4 blocks because traffic was so bad- and we didnt want to pay full price. but really it was way cool going without feeling obligated to stay near a group or anything. We made frineds with the semi- creepy cross-dressing guy. He bailed on his friend with the boxing glove and boquet of flowers. I like fun dancers. We also met a couple of the guys of Interpol. I cant help butfeel like a dorky little twelve year old asking for an autograph when i talk to people who are "famous". I have when people gock. So certain peoiple are good at certain things- what does that mena, anyway? OK so yesterday afternoon i was filling up my tank at the gas station by my house when i saw something and i thought to myself "self, dont forget that- you should write it down or something" so yeah there was this couple on a motorcycle in front of me, and as the guy was pumping gas, his wife walked over to the plants and picked a couple of the long weeds and threw them away. I've never seen anyone do anything like that before. It was neat. Another neat thing-- CPK Thai CHicken Pizza.