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Summer has been going...well...awesome. I have nothing to complain about. I can't believe it's almost August. It's going by way too fast, mostly because I keep myself occupied. Work is sweet ass. It's a lot of fun and I'm making some sweet mula. I like the benefits of income, I'm not gunna lie. I hang out pretty much every night which is rad. I don't think I've ever had such a fun summer. I haven't even done anything exciting, it's just that I am in some good company. Well, I guess I am a little disappointed about something, but hey what can ya do?
My parents go out of town in, technically, 5 days. SWEET ASS. I think I'm pretty much going to get drunk every night since I haven't drank at all since I've been out of school. Funny how that shit happens, eh? It's not that I don't want to, it's that I don't have the, well, "pressure" to drink every weekend like I did in college. By "pressure" I don't mean I was forced into drinking. I mean it's more like you sit there and wonder what the fuck you're going to do that night and you finally decide since there is nothing else to do you might as well drink. Mental pressure, not peer pressure. EH? Make sense? Probably not. ANYWHO...5 days and then it's 5 days of straight drunkenness, besides when I'm at work. I only have to work tomorrow, technically today, and Sunday and since I work at 5:15 am on Sunday I'll have the rest of the whole day to hang, then I have Monday and Tuesday off. shweet shweet shweet.
My entries suck. Alls I do is talk about work. Uhh there is this commercial on TV for a Hershey's snack bar and it looks bomb dot com. Tonight was eventful as usual. I was gunna go to hookah with Matt, Pat, and Trevor but Matt decided he was too tired so now I'm home. Ha. Man, I really wanted to effin hookah, too. Oh well, next week. This is just pointless rambling now.
My parents go out of town in, technically, 5 days. SWEET ASS. I think I'm pretty much going to get drunk every night since I haven't drank at all since I've been out of school. Funny how that shit happens, eh? It's not that I don't want to, it's that I don't have the, well, "pressure" to drink every weekend like I did in college. By "pressure" I don't mean I was forced into drinking. I mean it's more like you sit there and wonder what the fuck you're going to do that night and you finally decide since there is nothing else to do you might as well drink. Mental pressure, not peer pressure. EH? Make sense? Probably not. ANYWHO...5 days and then it's 5 days of straight drunkenness, besides when I'm at work. I only have to work tomorrow, technically today, and Sunday and since I work at 5:15 am on Sunday I'll have the rest of the whole day to hang, then I have Monday and Tuesday off. shweet shweet shweet.
My entries suck. Alls I do is talk about work. Uhh there is this commercial on TV for a Hershey's snack bar and it looks bomb dot com. Tonight was eventful as usual. I was gunna go to hookah with Matt, Pat, and Trevor but Matt decided he was too tired so now I'm home. Ha. Man, I really wanted to effin hookah, too. Oh well, next week. This is just pointless rambling now.