I Met whats her name.!?
the way i puncuated the title should be legal, because it is a statement(hence period), and i was excited about it(but that would cancel out the peroid, and replace it with "!")(damn!), and it was a question (well, kinda...ah whatever...i just make these english type comments about stuff because i imagine michael reading them and being slightly amused by my stupidityedness.)(actualy i imagine a look of confusion tryig to figure out what ive typed with a very slight smirk on his face, when he does. figure it out that is.)
wow, that whole first part is a total disaster.
ah! i just remembered her name, Elena.
First impression: Seemed like a nice girl, most likely would like her more the more i got to know her. Oh, and kinda quiet, but i think i would be too in a similar situation. Well, maybe not, im kinda of a loud mouth and would try to "make" people like me by attempting to be funny and saying witty things and being overly friendly and nice. and of course, shes cute too (insert winking smily face dude here.)
Cousin sara has a livejournal now, im very excited about that, i think that she will stick to this for awhile because i will read it, that helps me to keep doing it, as long as i know someone else reads it, although i say that i think i do it more for me than them. Does this thing save entries for eternity, or after awhile does it delete the oldest ones? i hope it doesnt, the main reason i do this is so i can read the old ones at some random time down the road when feeling nostalgic. by the way, saras name is mshypothetical. i was so excited that she has one that not only did i read hers, i read her friends as well, which is very weird on my part. sounds like they have a pothead friend who doesnt deserve any attention they give him.
i just remembered i forgot to ask Elena about this apparent "culutural universal" thing about washing dishes in a specific order. Bobbi must be right about it, but ive never heard of such nonsense, your cleaning it, what does the order matter!? ITs clean!!! oh well, maybe next time ill remember.
i also am wondering about how the trip up to the bridge was and all the other little details including: cherry wine, my mothers map, scenic route, traverse city, ride back, and yada yada.
oh, almost forgot about the most awkward moment of the weekend. it happend when my mother gave Elena a shirt from Jellystone park with a picture of yogi bear on it (by the way, how Elena recognized him right away and how she said yogi bear was very cute.) anyhow, Elena stood up,and had a few moments of not knowing what to do, and then looked like to me that she was starting to attempt to give my mother a hug, when my mother just BACKED AWAY! ouch, it was painful to watch. justin and dad thought so too, mom had no idea. anyhow, that shirt wasnt anything special, it was justins old workshirt when he worked there for like a few weeks in the summer before he got a better job, so at least it was kinda clean. well, of course it was clean, and least it wasnt worn alot. toursits prolly pay over 40 bucks for a shrit like that in silver lake, so all in all, if ya take the price into consideration it was a nice gesture.(do chicks wear shirts like that?) Wait a tic, it was anyhow, im just babbleing on know cause im not tired yet. in fact i should just go erase that last half paragraph, but i wont, cause then all of this i wrote would be for no reason.
for those of you not used to my writing style (sara to be specific) i just kinda go with whatever comes into my head, and then feel like a total jackass later on when i read it in a few days and see how my point didnt come across right, or that joke doesnt work cause it was just one little part of an endless sentence. oh well, its funny to me.
speaking of funny things. there is this kid i work with at wal-mart, he thinks he is gonna be the next eminem. How do you break it to someone that you dont want to read their stupid unoriginal rhymes they come up with and dont want to listen to them try to wrap to no beat with no rhythm or confidence to unmemorized songs that they made up. I just wanna tell him, shut up and push carts, thats what you are and thats what you will always be, a cart pusher, not a friggin rapper, now put your friggin pen down there slim pushy, and push some damn carts so i dont have to! (damn, im very unhappy with my performacne in writing this last paragraph, i coulda made this better, but i think im getting tired now, im not puttin all my effort into it, i think im gonna stop now.) wait, im gonna try to make up a lame ass rhyme like him.
My names slim pushy,
not slim pussy,
so dont call me that,
or else ill beat your head in with my baseball bat,
sometimes i push in the the electric carts,
the fat old ladys make them smell like farts,
Chorus:
I push carts all day long,
all day long while i rap this song,
hey! if ya gotta problem wit me bein' white,
well, then i guess that means we gotsta fight,
THe managers yell at me on the radio,
i tell them yo, shut up ho!
sometimes i help people carry stuff into their car,
if they call me a bitch they wont get too far.
(okay, enuff of that, that was a pretty good example of how crappy this stuff is that this kid writes down while hes "working" except his stuff usually revolves around gays and sex and fighting, and rap battles and anything that eminem ever did a song about. His usually dont cover wal-mart topics, that was just for my amusement. and he doesnt call himself slim pushy, that was also just for my amusement.)
i think im gonna go see if my very first entry is still on here, if not, then im gonna stop doin this. so, this may be my last journal entry. wait, no ti wount, i will still do it, illjust like copy it to like a word thing or whatever so i can read it forever. bye.
wow, that whole first part is a total disaster.
ah! i just remembered her name, Elena.
First impression: Seemed like a nice girl, most likely would like her more the more i got to know her. Oh, and kinda quiet, but i think i would be too in a similar situation. Well, maybe not, im kinda of a loud mouth and would try to "make" people like me by attempting to be funny and saying witty things and being overly friendly and nice. and of course, shes cute too (insert winking smily face dude here.)
Cousin sara has a livejournal now, im very excited about that, i think that she will stick to this for awhile because i will read it, that helps me to keep doing it, as long as i know someone else reads it, although i say that i think i do it more for me than them. Does this thing save entries for eternity, or after awhile does it delete the oldest ones? i hope it doesnt, the main reason i do this is so i can read the old ones at some random time down the road when feeling nostalgic. by the way, saras name is mshypothetical. i was so excited that she has one that not only did i read hers, i read her friends as well, which is very weird on my part. sounds like they have a pothead friend who doesnt deserve any attention they give him.
i just remembered i forgot to ask Elena about this apparent "culutural universal" thing about washing dishes in a specific order. Bobbi must be right about it, but ive never heard of such nonsense, your cleaning it, what does the order matter!? ITs clean!!! oh well, maybe next time ill remember.
i also am wondering about how the trip up to the bridge was and all the other little details including: cherry wine, my mothers map, scenic route, traverse city, ride back, and yada yada.
oh, almost forgot about the most awkward moment of the weekend. it happend when my mother gave Elena a shirt from Jellystone park with a picture of yogi bear on it (by the way, how Elena recognized him right away and how she said yogi bear was very cute.) anyhow, Elena stood up,and had a few moments of not knowing what to do, and then looked like to me that she was starting to attempt to give my mother a hug, when my mother just BACKED AWAY! ouch, it was painful to watch. justin and dad thought so too, mom had no idea. anyhow, that shirt wasnt anything special, it was justins old workshirt when he worked there for like a few weeks in the summer before he got a better job, so at least it was kinda clean. well, of course it was clean, and least it wasnt worn alot. toursits prolly pay over 40 bucks for a shrit like that in silver lake, so all in all, if ya take the price into consideration it was a nice gesture.(do chicks wear shirts like that?) Wait a tic, it was anyhow, im just babbleing on know cause im not tired yet. in fact i should just go erase that last half paragraph, but i wont, cause then all of this i wrote would be for no reason.
for those of you not used to my writing style (sara to be specific) i just kinda go with whatever comes into my head, and then feel like a total jackass later on when i read it in a few days and see how my point didnt come across right, or that joke doesnt work cause it was just one little part of an endless sentence. oh well, its funny to me.
speaking of funny things. there is this kid i work with at wal-mart, he thinks he is gonna be the next eminem. How do you break it to someone that you dont want to read their stupid unoriginal rhymes they come up with and dont want to listen to them try to wrap to no beat with no rhythm or confidence to unmemorized songs that they made up. I just wanna tell him, shut up and push carts, thats what you are and thats what you will always be, a cart pusher, not a friggin rapper, now put your friggin pen down there slim pushy, and push some damn carts so i dont have to! (damn, im very unhappy with my performacne in writing this last paragraph, i coulda made this better, but i think im getting tired now, im not puttin all my effort into it, i think im gonna stop now.) wait, im gonna try to make up a lame ass rhyme like him.
My names slim pushy,
not slim pussy,
so dont call me that,
or else ill beat your head in with my baseball bat,
sometimes i push in the the electric carts,
the fat old ladys make them smell like farts,
Chorus:
I push carts all day long,
all day long while i rap this song,
hey! if ya gotta problem wit me bein' white,
well, then i guess that means we gotsta fight,
THe managers yell at me on the radio,
i tell them yo, shut up ho!
sometimes i help people carry stuff into their car,
if they call me a bitch they wont get too far.
(okay, enuff of that, that was a pretty good example of how crappy this stuff is that this kid writes down while hes "working" except his stuff usually revolves around gays and sex and fighting, and rap battles and anything that eminem ever did a song about. His usually dont cover wal-mart topics, that was just for my amusement. and he doesnt call himself slim pushy, that was also just for my amusement.)
i think im gonna go see if my very first entry is still on here, if not, then im gonna stop doin this. so, this may be my last journal entry. wait, no ti wount, i will still do it, illjust like copy it to like a word thing or whatever so i can read it forever. bye.