I'm partially retarded.
I'm updating. That is a surprise to probably like 2 people....the ones who have actually kept me on their list. I bet some people thought I was dead. I live with Shannon, Alyssa's friend (and my friend, just...well, she is known as Alyssa's friends to the Spokanites) and Shannon's dad. It had been a little hellish here the first week. Things are getting better and I'm recovering from the nonstop vocal onslaught and narcissistic totalitarian leadership of Shannon's father as I challenge myself to become more assertive and piss in every corner of this apt. to claim some of this territory which is technically 1/3 of mine.
Ok, what else...I'm not very wealthy. I still work at UPS and am attempting a slot at a supervisory position to give me nearly double the income I receive right now. School starts on the 27th, and I am insanely pushing myself to acquire some sort of job before the term starts. We shall see how that ends up.
I played Lincoln Logs with my friend Jeremy today. He's my only friend, really, and he lives in Vancouver. He's kind of young...2 and 1/2 years old, but we still have fun. We eat brownies and drink milk together and watch Stuart Little and other movies. Alyssa hangs out with us, too, it's her cousin. I leave early sometimes, though, because he has to go to bed at like 8:00. His mother will let him stay up later if he throws a tantrum, though. Good friends throw tantrums for more fun times.
On a seperate note, I have been feeling a little bit like one of Rob's last entries, minus the part about females. Alyssa and I are still tight. However, I don't have many friends. The ones I call in Spokane (ROB AND JEREMIAH) never call me back even though I call them multiple times, DAMNIT! I never get conjugal visits from my Spokanite assosciates in this Portland prison. That's fine, but c'mon guys. At least a phone call. Maybe Jordan, or...somebody. Man, I miss Jenn, too. She's been in bloody England for what seems like years. I am frustrated because it seems like I try to reach out for my friends but they don't reach out for me. It's like contact closes. I must make an apology here to IKE. I'm sorry I haven't called you back, I keep forgetting to. I promise I will. I'm not a sloppy jalopy. That kind of sounded hypocritical to not call Ike back even though I'm begging for conversations, but it's just that I didn't ever talk to Ike that much anyways since I never lived by him. Nonetheless, that is no excuse because we are good friends. I love you Ike. I love you Spokane friends, and England friends.
By the way, I looked half-retarded yesterday. I went to a Fort Vancouver recreation of 1865 and I got allergic to something. My eye puffed up majorly and I looked like I had down-syndrome. It was not crush or crunk. Seriously. Benadryl was my friend, though, and brought the swelling down. Alas...I'm sick of typing and I have to go #2. So goodbye, and goodnight. Please respond to me. Pets are people too!
Ok, what else...I'm not very wealthy. I still work at UPS and am attempting a slot at a supervisory position to give me nearly double the income I receive right now. School starts on the 27th, and I am insanely pushing myself to acquire some sort of job before the term starts. We shall see how that ends up.
I played Lincoln Logs with my friend Jeremy today. He's my only friend, really, and he lives in Vancouver. He's kind of young...2 and 1/2 years old, but we still have fun. We eat brownies and drink milk together and watch Stuart Little and other movies. Alyssa hangs out with us, too, it's her cousin. I leave early sometimes, though, because he has to go to bed at like 8:00. His mother will let him stay up later if he throws a tantrum, though. Good friends throw tantrums for more fun times.
On a seperate note, I have been feeling a little bit like one of Rob's last entries, minus the part about females. Alyssa and I are still tight. However, I don't have many friends. The ones I call in Spokane (ROB AND JEREMIAH) never call me back even though I call them multiple times, DAMNIT! I never get conjugal visits from my Spokanite assosciates in this Portland prison. That's fine, but c'mon guys. At least a phone call. Maybe Jordan, or...somebody. Man, I miss Jenn, too. She's been in bloody England for what seems like years. I am frustrated because it seems like I try to reach out for my friends but they don't reach out for me. It's like contact closes. I must make an apology here to IKE. I'm sorry I haven't called you back, I keep forgetting to. I promise I will. I'm not a sloppy jalopy. That kind of sounded hypocritical to not call Ike back even though I'm begging for conversations, but it's just that I didn't ever talk to Ike that much anyways since I never lived by him. Nonetheless, that is no excuse because we are good friends. I love you Ike. I love you Spokane friends, and England friends.
By the way, I looked half-retarded yesterday. I went to a Fort Vancouver recreation of 1865 and I got allergic to something. My eye puffed up majorly and I looked like I had down-syndrome. It was not crush or crunk. Seriously. Benadryl was my friend, though, and brought the swelling down. Alas...I'm sick of typing and I have to go #2. So goodbye, and goodnight. Please respond to me. Pets are people too!