Nov 29, 2004 15:49
Yeserday my manager bought me food, so i ate alot of junk food. i also threw stuff at him, and he dumped water on my pants. he calls me tadpole, and flirts with girls that are 20 years younger then him. though hes creepy, hes still the greatest manager ever.
today, it was poster making for GSA. it was during the five lunch periods, and, i had campus for two, my regular lunch period, and jeanine got me out of my spanish class. i made posters. i played with mrs evasew's little kid. hes really cute and funny. not to many people showed up to make posters, at all, but, some did, and it was fun.
i am feeling so emotionally confused and torn right now, its pretty wierd. i feel really good and glade to be alive, then i feel like shit and wanna die.
last night i fell asleep way to late in the night, by thining about where i want my money to go to when i die. i want 3,000 to go to the GSA, and, i want like, most of the rest to go to pat graham, shannon, and john, and they can put it towards activism/music scene/diy community. and, then, the small bit thats left, i want to go to some sort of cool charity. now you know where my money needs to go.