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My facebook is broken for some reason so I have to use lamejournal because im bored. I went back to my high school to see John and Elliot. I was supposed to see their play but I left after 10 minutes because it was so shitty and I didnt know any of the kids in it. It was cool to see some kids and teachers again. I wore my CofC tshirt so no one would ask me where I went to college even though most of them knew already. Every single person I told that I went to CofC was telling me about how this extremely lame ass kid named Adam was bragging about how he got in there since December since he did early decision. He wears CofC shirts around all day and talks to people about how cool it is and how he is going to join the Jewish fraternity and shit. I would normally take this time to rag on him for being a fag but I truly feel bad for him. I dont think he will have any friends. I certainly will never hang out with him. Most of the Jewish frat guys are actually pretty cool so I dont know if he will even fit in there.
But he is a complete loser regardless. I guess its his own fault tho. Or actually its probably his parents. I remember when I used to live in the dorm with him in freshman year of high school and we had a community dorm phone which was right outside my room. I was expecting a call so I answered it. It turned out to be this kid Adam's mom, I told her to hang on while I knocked on his door but he wasnt there. I told her I couldnt find him and she starts yelling, "HOW DO YOU NOT KNOW WHERE HE IS?! WHERE IS HE?! HOW COULD HE BE GONE!? YOU NEED TO FIND HIM NOW!!" She just kept yelling so I hung up.
So anyway, I was trying to find a job up here in CT. If I found one that I liked I would stay up here, if not I would go back to Charleston for the summer. So I went to drop an application at this place called Fjord Caterers. I would be a waiter and bartender on these party boats that take rich greenwich people around long island sound for a couple hours while they eat clams and shit. Imagine me in a tuxedo shirt and bowtie saying, "Would you like some more clams sir?", "Another scotch on the rocks Mr. Kennedy?" Anyway, I dropped the shit off and didnt really expect them to call me back but the girl called me yesterday asking me if I could work today. So I guess I have a job now. I have to be at this place in 2 hours. Thank god this job isnt on the boat because I was puking this morning for like an hour. I think I ate some really old dorritos last night or something.
But he is a complete loser regardless. I guess its his own fault tho. Or actually its probably his parents. I remember when I used to live in the dorm with him in freshman year of high school and we had a community dorm phone which was right outside my room. I was expecting a call so I answered it. It turned out to be this kid Adam's mom, I told her to hang on while I knocked on his door but he wasnt there. I told her I couldnt find him and she starts yelling, "HOW DO YOU NOT KNOW WHERE HE IS?! WHERE IS HE?! HOW COULD HE BE GONE!? YOU NEED TO FIND HIM NOW!!" She just kept yelling so I hung up.
So anyway, I was trying to find a job up here in CT. If I found one that I liked I would stay up here, if not I would go back to Charleston for the summer. So I went to drop an application at this place called Fjord Caterers. I would be a waiter and bartender on these party boats that take rich greenwich people around long island sound for a couple hours while they eat clams and shit. Imagine me in a tuxedo shirt and bowtie saying, "Would you like some more clams sir?", "Another scotch on the rocks Mr. Kennedy?" Anyway, I dropped the shit off and didnt really expect them to call me back but the girl called me yesterday asking me if I could work today. So I guess I have a job now. I have to be at this place in 2 hours. Thank god this job isnt on the boat because I was puking this morning for like an hour. I think I ate some really old dorritos last night or something.