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Last night I had a dream that I was taking a test to get my GED in this crazy amphitheatre in Wal-Mart where the cosmetic section usually is. But instead of taking the test, I went shopping and found a lawn chair cover in like 10 different colors and I wanted to buy all of them, especially the lime green one, because I have a lawn chair as a computer chair and it scratches my floors. And then I saw a bunch of guys from my high school taking their GEDs, so I went to take it again and I failed. The test was only made up of 5 questions, and I cheated, but I still failed. But I still wanted to go shopping and I was looking at bathroom accessories and rugs.
The Moffatts might have been there, I'm not too sure.
And then there was this guy who used to have a crush on me in the 7th grade there, and he was sitting in a big armchair, which is actually what he was doing the last time I saw him, but he was really tan and his face was all leathery and he was gross looking and his eyes were HUGE... a little like that pedophile from Ohio or wherever he's from.
And I knew that there was something else that I wanted in Wal-Mart, but I couldn't find it, and I couldn't remember what it was.
What does it all mean?
That I ate something laced with LSD before I went to sleep?
It probably means that I am spending all my money on things that I don't really need, and only want because they're lime green, instead of saving money for my education. But why was that guy there?
And why can't I remember the part about The Moffatts?
Actually, it probably means that I REALLY LOVE WAL-MART.
In other news, my mother has gone really really crazy. If she was a type of KFC chicken, she would be Extra Crazy........hahaha. get it?
I have 6 days of work left, not counting the remainder of today.
12 days until the move to Halifax.
I
Am
So
Excited.
I'm going to highlight my hair. Myself. Tonight.
Sarah cut my hair yesterday... no matter what I do to it, it always looks the same. My only option is to change its color.
I want to go home and it's only 10:43 AM.
This is how boring my life is. BORING.
-Katie
I just thought of this...the night of the middle school dance at King's, I wore my Moffatts t-shirt, and these girls were talking to me about them, and they asked really seriously, if they were my favorite band. And I was all "They were in like, the 8th grade."
Am I that type of girl that people humour and are nice to even though they think they're kind of lame and sometimes seem like they don't really get much, and aren't really aware of what's cool and what isn't? Do I look like the kind of girl that still likes her favorite band from the 8th grade?
Because I totally don't.
The Moffatts might have been there, I'm not too sure.
And then there was this guy who used to have a crush on me in the 7th grade there, and he was sitting in a big armchair, which is actually what he was doing the last time I saw him, but he was really tan and his face was all leathery and he was gross looking and his eyes were HUGE... a little like that pedophile from Ohio or wherever he's from.
And I knew that there was something else that I wanted in Wal-Mart, but I couldn't find it, and I couldn't remember what it was.
What does it all mean?
That I ate something laced with LSD before I went to sleep?
It probably means that I am spending all my money on things that I don't really need, and only want because they're lime green, instead of saving money for my education. But why was that guy there?
And why can't I remember the part about The Moffatts?
Actually, it probably means that I REALLY LOVE WAL-MART.
In other news, my mother has gone really really crazy. If she was a type of KFC chicken, she would be Extra Crazy........hahaha. get it?
I have 6 days of work left, not counting the remainder of today.
12 days until the move to Halifax.
I
Am
So
Excited.
I'm going to highlight my hair. Myself. Tonight.
Sarah cut my hair yesterday... no matter what I do to it, it always looks the same. My only option is to change its color.
I want to go home and it's only 10:43 AM.
This is how boring my life is. BORING.
-Katie
I just thought of this...the night of the middle school dance at King's, I wore my Moffatts t-shirt, and these girls were talking to me about them, and they asked really seriously, if they were my favorite band. And I was all "They were in like, the 8th grade."
Am I that type of girl that people humour and are nice to even though they think they're kind of lame and sometimes seem like they don't really get much, and aren't really aware of what's cool and what isn't? Do I look like the kind of girl that still likes her favorite band from the 8th grade?
Because I totally don't.