First post
As I sit here alone in my dorm room, I try not to remember what has gone on in the day I've lived. I want to get up and make something want to eat to cheer my belly up, but I'm too lazy to get out of my chair, oh well I'll do it later. After a long day of working for minimum wage (bagging groceries for people who buy them with food stamps), I have it all in me to just come back to my room and relax and talk to donald some. Though as I look out the my window and see my pretty chowan blue truck parked indefinitely I'm reminded of how this very nice man had helped me with his chain and brand new toyota 4 door nice truck pulled my truck off high street and pushed me back into a parking spot at my dorm. Eh, I love my truck, but I don't think it'll be here much longer. Really besides the fact that my truck not working adds on to my financial worries, it leaves me without a way to get around too. Hopefully I won't have to go many places for the next while or so...I can get Greg to take me places, or just hope people will come see me instead, :) And don't know how my parents will celebrate my birthday when they don't have any money, and (not that its a bad thing) that my birthday is being overshadowed by my Grandmother's birthday on the 31st when we go up to maryland for the weekend to see family once again. (not that I have a problem with that) I mean she's going to be 80, I'll only be 19, whats so special about 19? Anywho, I bet the guys down the hall are wondering what that weird sound is coming from 203 whenever they throw guitars at jimmy fallon. Though earlier as I found out that Robin Williams was alot more perverted than I ever imagined, sometimes I couldn't help but to throw my head back close my eyes, clap my hands a few times and get a temporary sore throat from laughing really loud. but isn't technology great?