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Hey, everybody. Probably nobody I don't already know is reading this, but if so, Hi. I'm an emo kid. My name is not important.
Let's just start thing off by setting the tone of the rest of theis Journal. One of my very, very good friends is gone in California and I miss her a lot. Since she left, I've pretty much been sad all the time. I'm trying hard to be happy, it's just not always working.
Today, I had the pleasure of raking leaves. I did not volunteer to do this, I was not paid. I was forced. Forced into manual labor. It wouldn't be that bad if it were something I cared about. But I don't. Our coul de sac was just as functional before as it is now. maybe more, because we left some rather large pile of leaves on the shoulder.
Then I had the joy of delivering swags. For any of you who don't know, I sell swags every year a a fundraiser. We have to build them, attach the cedar, cones, holly and bows, sell and deliver them. It makes bank, but it's a HUGE hassle. I hate it with a passion. This year I said, "I'm not doing swags." I agreed to go help at construction night, but said I was selling none. Then somehow 10 showed up at my house.
So I've had the joy of selling this miraculous appearances. Today we delivered 4, none of which were in the same city. Only one was in the city I live in.
I started out by selling one to my neighbors. That felt uncomfortable, because I never talk to them, except when I'm selling stuff. Then I had to drive off to Federal Way, to somebody's house I'd only driven to once. I would have been WAY lost if my mom hadn't been in the car.
Then it was off to Auburn. The fastest way to get to Auburn from Federal way is on Highway 18, or as I like to call it, "The Freeway of Death." It's got some statistic like "Most fatalities per mile" or something. Really freaking dangerous. People die there all the time. To put this in perspective, I HATE driving on freeways. I get all freaked out and nervous.
Once I finally ended up in Auburn alive, I had to deliver a swag to my mom's Massuesse. I have never met this lady. She has never met me. Why I had to be involved in this is beyond me.
We ended up going to my friend's house in puyallup and dumped one on her porch. It was going to be a gift anyway, but we wouldn't have made them pay if it wasn't, it looked so bad.
Between this, and the ones we had already sold, we had only 2 swags left. And they were the ones that were assembled upside down.
To top off the day, we rented "The Godfather." I have been looking foreard to seeing this movie. I fell asleep in the first half hour or so.
So to sum up. A crappy day makes it difficult for one to be happy.
 FroRunner9 · Sun Nov 28, 2004 @ 09:30am · 0 Comments |
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The ever-feared first post |
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Yeah. I made a post. I'm mainly just trying to figure out whether this'll be a decent blog, or whether to say screw it. I'll probably end up using my livejournal again. No black? How the hell am I suppossed to be gothish? We'll see. I'm sure I'll offend plenty of people.
FroRunner9 · Mon Oct 04, 2004 @ 09:11am · 1 Comments |
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