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He was afraid he would be brutally killed, just like all the other children had.
[2004-06-15] @ [7:42 p.m.]
I lover summer. Because it is summer I am able to gave in my daily urge to fall asleep in the late afternoon and wake up in the evening. Just as I have just done. I just woke up from a little nap that I either needed or didn't. I really don't know. I woke up though very sweaty.
It is actually hard very hard to believe that it is actually summer. It doesn't feel like summer but if I reconsider it, then it does. My parents are bugging me to get at least a part-time job this summer. The fact is, it is so bloody hard to find a job this summer. I have an application to drop off tomorrow at a pet hotel place to work as a kenel worker. Not the most glorious position but it really doesn't matter. It is better then being a bum for this summer.
But it is rather all pointless. Calling me a bum that is. When in fact I prefer the term lazy. Well, I'm not lazy all the time just when I can be lazy. For instance. I am slacking off on my AP assignments for English and Goverment. Especially on English. I desperatly need to finish them. Argh. I need to finish nine questions tonight on The Awakening by Kate Chopin. Each question is typed, double-spaced, 12 point font. Each response usually takes up a page. I have to finish five of these tonight to meet with my own little set deadline or I will be giving myself hell for it come morning.
Jeez, look at me. I'm having conversations with myself that make me look like a person with multiple personalities. See what two days of slacking off/ finding things to occupy your time with does to a person? I drive everyday to places. Yesterday was to the library and out to lunch. Today it was up town to get something for my Mom's birthday on Friday and over to a nice little Mexican resturant called "El Loro" for lunch with my dad. Why do I feel the need to drive at least once a day to some place? I dunno.
Why do I feel like asking all these stupid meaningless questions? I mean, I wonder who actually cares about these words that are also known as my ramblings that are also known as my life. Are you interested in reading these little conversations that I have with myself? I know I am.
Anyhow, I need to do those blasted questions of mine. And this is very short. Want to watch a great, random flash movie that seems to have no real purpose? Click here.
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