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well, i started and finished my summer work today. so that was a good thing. i really hate that everyone at once gets their lockers tomorrow, as well as schedule changes. i also dislike that i will have to go to my old scheduled classes before i can go to my new changed ones i guess the next day or whatever. dumb. after i did my summer work i watched the last episode of six feet under. it was very sad, but in a good way, and i cried a little. too bad it's over forever. i will miss it. after that i went to get a few things for school tomorrow, just so that i'll be semi-prepared. of course, staples was closed. dad suggested we go to walmart because a)they would of course have school stuff, and b) it's right next to staples. of course i dred this but agree because i'm tired and figure it can't be too bad at 7:00 or so at night.
we go in and it of course is a zoo. i hate that place. so much. yes, the crap is cheap and you can get a lot of it and stuff and blah blah.. but basically, i hate it. it's the type of place where one could get some sort of disease by touching the wrong thing or inhaling some air in the wrong corner of the store. it just feels so... dirty in there. and this is at the one near my house, but the lines are always very very long and theyre full of people who are clearly on every type of drug available and then some. you finally get to the register after what seems like hours upon hours, and what do you see? that's right. a mcdonald's menu posted right there. you can actually order food in the check out line while paying for your shit, and then go pick up your mcdonald's on the way out. i don't think people should be so worried about west nile and the mosquitoes, i think they should be keeping an eye on the walmarts. i think it's walmart's fault that i'm so bitter about small children being upset or outrageous and unruly because they're always running around in those damn power ranger cheap shoes from there and pretending to shoot each other or just sit there and cry because they slipped and fell in some other kid's urine in the greeting card section, and all the employees there are way too stoned too notice or care and they just want to go home or take a break so that they can go to the bathroom and snort some crack because their "baby's daddy" is in the big house downtown and they gots to make ends meat, so of course this won't get cleaned up. and then this kid runs around with urine soaked into it's clothes (yes i said "it"), crying because it smells like urine and walmart, and it won't shut up and it won't stop crying and it's parents don't give a shit and it gets to the point for it doesn't even give a shit and then no one gives a shit and everyone ends up smelling like an out house and it's just so god damn merry there! it's the kind of place where i'm basically afraid to touch anything because i don't want walmart cooties. it's the kind of place that gives me a headache. the kind of place where really unhealthy people go to eat mcdonalds and then try on walmart clothing and get french fry salt and grease and ketchup on the clothes and blow the crank out of their nostrils.
it's just.. the type of place that really. really. stresses me out.
and that is my rank about walmart.
diana called and said her room mate is nice and all, but she doesn't know anyone so she feels sad and out of place and unsure of what to really do. i told her to let herself let everything sink in and to just wait until she gets settled in to make any judgements yet. i know everything will be alright once she gets to talking to people and making some buddies, she's got that likable attitude like winkie from best in show. and he got the blue ribbon. anyways, i already told you this, but i'm sure when you get your internet running you'll read this, i hope you feel better, and everything will be alright, just you watch. if i had money i could afford to spend right now, i would bet you some that you will end up having a blast there.
in a way, i kind of wish that mexican girl angelina didn't get fired because she never gave me back my White Oleander book. damn.
i think this is all for tonight.
i'm usually kind of excited about the first day of school because it's like starting off fresh and everything... but i really, really don't want to go. at all.
we go in and it of course is a zoo. i hate that place. so much. yes, the crap is cheap and you can get a lot of it and stuff and blah blah.. but basically, i hate it. it's the type of place where one could get some sort of disease by touching the wrong thing or inhaling some air in the wrong corner of the store. it just feels so... dirty in there. and this is at the one near my house, but the lines are always very very long and theyre full of people who are clearly on every type of drug available and then some. you finally get to the register after what seems like hours upon hours, and what do you see? that's right. a mcdonald's menu posted right there. you can actually order food in the check out line while paying for your shit, and then go pick up your mcdonald's on the way out. i don't think people should be so worried about west nile and the mosquitoes, i think they should be keeping an eye on the walmarts. i think it's walmart's fault that i'm so bitter about small children being upset or outrageous and unruly because they're always running around in those damn power ranger cheap shoes from there and pretending to shoot each other or just sit there and cry because they slipped and fell in some other kid's urine in the greeting card section, and all the employees there are way too stoned too notice or care and they just want to go home or take a break so that they can go to the bathroom and snort some crack because their "baby's daddy" is in the big house downtown and they gots to make ends meat, so of course this won't get cleaned up. and then this kid runs around with urine soaked into it's clothes (yes i said "it"), crying because it smells like urine and walmart, and it won't shut up and it won't stop crying and it's parents don't give a shit and it gets to the point for it doesn't even give a shit and then no one gives a shit and everyone ends up smelling like an out house and it's just so god damn merry there! it's the kind of place where i'm basically afraid to touch anything because i don't want walmart cooties. it's the kind of place that gives me a headache. the kind of place where really unhealthy people go to eat mcdonalds and then try on walmart clothing and get french fry salt and grease and ketchup on the clothes and blow the crank out of their nostrils.
it's just.. the type of place that really. really. stresses me out.
and that is my rank about walmart.
diana called and said her room mate is nice and all, but she doesn't know anyone so she feels sad and out of place and unsure of what to really do. i told her to let herself let everything sink in and to just wait until she gets settled in to make any judgements yet. i know everything will be alright once she gets to talking to people and making some buddies, she's got that likable attitude like winkie from best in show. and he got the blue ribbon. anyways, i already told you this, but i'm sure when you get your internet running you'll read this, i hope you feel better, and everything will be alright, just you watch. if i had money i could afford to spend right now, i would bet you some that you will end up having a blast there.
in a way, i kind of wish that mexican girl angelina didn't get fired because she never gave me back my White Oleander book. damn.
i think this is all for tonight.
i'm usually kind of excited about the first day of school because it's like starting off fresh and everything... but i really, really don't want to go. at all.