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i overslept on the first day. ftw.

thank god matt called the house. i woke up at 7:30 because of him...so I had less than half hour to get ready & drive to jo-ann's for 8am. oh noes. D: no breakfast for ashi = dizzy, sick and shitty day.

i need more sleep. or something??? i fucking slept for 10 hours last night. shit.

it's not that i'm sleepy right now though. i'm just run down.

the flea market really beat me up.

i'm so sore--no, not in that way, u pig D8> my muscles are being gay.

oh speaking of GAY I just got up to the part in Kalavier and Clay where Sam meets Mr. Tracy Bacon. OH YEAH. S-S-S-SO IRREFUTABLY GAY. BEYOND MY IMAGINATION, I SWEAR. Sam stop unconsciously checking Tracy out, damn it. FACE IT YOU ARE GAYYYYYYYY, SAMUEL KLAYMAN and your "boyfriend" likes to cook wearing your mom's pink frilly aprons<--truth ! if you don't believe me go read the freakin' book.

k. i'm really getting sick of smelling fucking smoke every da y y y y of the fucking week for this summer. i mean it's nice out sure but DO YOU HAVE TO POLLUTE THE FUCKING NEIGHBORHODO WITH IT. ARGH.

...neighborhodo. I guess that means Guy would be the whore of the neighborhodo, then??? OR VAN. *twitch*

anyway, i wish my neighbor would like, get lung cancer or something to that extent. that would freakin' teach him a lesson. my house is not ventilated but it has tons of broken windows (um...) and stuff so even if the window is "closed" smoke still comes in and STAYS FOR HOURS. eeeeeeeugh. D: <--- pure immature evil

i wish i could move out. to a non-smoke environment. rly.

i feel like puking.

and then puking some more.

i hate it when my body is so bratty and uncontrolably nauseous. i mean it's not only smell but sound and tastes too. dfughkjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjj

and you think someone who has been exposed to smoke environments would be USED TO IT?? think again, my boy...

my nerves, they are d y i n g
djsad

anyway UH

i got my work schedule for this week (only). i'm only part time but this week I have 44 hours somehow??? HUH? WHAT?????

here it is, r u ready....

Monday (today) 8am-12pm (4 hr) <-- shit i felt so dizzy until the lunch break

Tuesday - OFF!! But I have tons of appointments, ew D: i really need to finish my book too, so it's not really a "do nothing but relax" day. god i wish i had one of those right now. D:

Wednesday 8am-5pm (10 hours) ...more orientation crap / setting up

Thursday - 8am-5pm (10)

Friday - 8am-5pm (10)

Saturday - 8am-5pm (10)

Sunday - OFF. Thank THE LORD. -_-

SO YEAH. I'm confused. But I have 44 hours and 44 x 7.50 is $330 for the first week. FUCK YEAH.

and did I mention i'm ill.

I HATE THIS FUCKING SMOKE UGH. I'd do for a drive (fresh air) but I'm terribly dizzy so that's a no-no. i really hate people making stupid decisions. i mean sure if you want to go and smoke FINE but don't do it near me. fuck you for going outside so the smoke will just waft itself through my window and into my fucking room. UGHHHH. [/reallymeanthingsIshouldn'tsaybutitwaswiththemomentsorrymyFL]

my throat tastes of bitter bile...-__- i'm out of here. i can't stand it anymore.

if you read all of that up there you deserve a buusagi. your choice whether it is alive or no.

MEME TIME!lololol
k.

I didn't get tagged, but I'm stealing this meme anyway. XD
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 3 sentences on your blog along with these instructions.
5. Don't you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest.
6. Tag three people

The nearest book is The Adventures of Kavalier and Clay by Michael Chabon, of course. :) Here are the three lines of the fifth sentence...

He is not measuring the numbers of the audience--the house is sold out, as it has been for every night of the current engagement. He is looking for someone or something that no one will discuss, that he has only inferred, for the unnamed person or thing whose advent or presence has been troubling the company all day.

Then a hand as massive and hard as an elf's horn, lashed by tough sinews to an arm like the limb of an oak, grabs the boy by the shoulder and drags him back into the wings.

lol