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It's 8:56, Saturday morning.
She sleeps.
He works.
I'm leaving soon. Get some corn...WOO! haha
So yes, here's my post.
Hmm...I just bumped the backspace bar and it took me to the page I was last...so I came back to this, and the saved draft thing worked. Hell yeah.
Uhhh...lots of homework this weekend. Had to miss yesterday. Flora's funeral.
Tennis practice starts Monday.
Mr. Posterarro isn't coaching this year. Instead, we have Mrs. Lepovetsky. She coached the girls this year. They tell me that she teaches stuff wrong. So, bless my soul. We couldn't get any of the gyms after school, so she scheduled practice for 7:30-9, Monday night. I live in the valley. If we do this every night, it'll cost my dad at LEAST 30 bucks a week just to get me to practice. I can't do it. Sister in college, mom doesn't work. Dad's job is questionable if the warehouse goes bankrupt again. So she BETTER change practices to something better...otherwise I'm gonna have to not practice until the snow melts off the courts.
So yesterday we went to the Valley Grille for fish fries.
My dad knows the one guy that works there (Dave? Baitman).
He came over a few times to talk to us, asked how old I was. He basically offered me a job. CHRISSY! GUESS WHERE! hahaha Burkes. Damn right. I think I might do it if my mom will let me drive to St. Marys every day. Freaking right.
Alrighty...I better head out now.
Bye kids.