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OK, with some prodding from my friends and such, I have decided to stop slacking and do take two, trying again with less distractions and such. I will be copying my work every time before I preview or submit this time.
So story time, everybody! Hold onto your hats! Your bacon hats! For this will not just be reality, but imagination as well, since I don't really remember what happened! BAAAAAAAAACOOOOOOOOOOOON!!!
To my journal,
So I woke up at like 6:45 or whatever s**t today, which actually rocked, because Rose tried to wake me up at 6:30, and I didn't wake up! XD Yes! Anyway, so I'm like the work reporter dude, which means I really don't have to do anything at all. All I have to do is stop sleeping in the car-van-whatever, get out, go to the front desk, and say 'GROUP 8 IS HERE AND AWESOME!!' and then run before anyone can catch me. Time to go to work! I feel hyper right now, since I know that at lunch, I'm going to be eating a sandwich of mustard and cheese.
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OK, so it's lunch now. Mmmmhmmm.....and I feel gooooooooood.....sort of like I'm in 'the zone'. I bet this is what it's like if you take pot. I should try it sometime. Only not, since I promised my 4th grade teacher that I would never smoke or take drugs. That and I'm underage. Damn.
Anyway, so I'm going to write anyway several times this journal, and those 'anyways' don't count. And neither did that one.
So anyway, we're working at this school called the Potter's house, and basically, what we do is...um...drag everything out of the room, and then later drag it back. I don't really understand this process, but it's better than working in the hot, hot sun. Seriously. I don't wanna dig holes or whatever those other people are doing. I don't care.
Going back in now. We're going to work on the upstairs!!!!
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OK, I'm in the van right now, and I have to say that drinking fountains in elementary school are disgusting on the bottom. Really. I'm not kidding, it's gross. Like, ew, go eat your eye out, cuz you never want to see that again. Also, go eat your eye out because so much of that cleaning s**t got in my eyes that I never want to look through them again. I think they're going to kill my eyesight. Badly.
OK, so the van is parked, and I need to go scream 'GROUP 8 IS HERE AND AWESOME!' to whatever her name is. Later.
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So, there's this guy that Rose wanted me to meet. His name is Jim Carry. I didn't understand at first, so they shrugged me off. It's pretty obvious he likes her, but she doesn't realize it because she is a DUMB CHICKEN sometimes! Dammit, I wanna see Remy now...but she's in Michigan. I mean Ann Arbor. You know. Whatever.
Anyway, end of this page and day. I'll talk to you later, or whatever or something.
Sincerely,
Clara.
 xXBisexual FlanXx · Wed Aug 27, 2008 @ 03:58am · 0 Comments |
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