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stachitus
allys/ponch/jamal/harold/ spends countless hours hidden in the cave of her room blogging, doing homework, sleeping and sacrificing virgins. Not really. that last one was a joke. |
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Tuesday, March 2, 2010,1:14 AM
MARCHing On...
How do I reign in the month of march? Well, for starters, I laze away on the computer until five in the AM, sleep until three in the afternoon and then do homework so I can turn it in on the morrow, and laze away yet again on the computer starting at midnight. Yes, I do take pride in the fact that I do virtually nothing everyday and I'm still ahead in my school work. Even I think its a miracle. But I'm slowly and gradually cleaning my room and throwing out countless useless items that consume my living space, and I finally got most of the food storage out of my closet, now there are only - and I count - four boxes of rice, and fifteen cans of wheat. The rest I have stowed safely under my bed. 12 boxes of wheat - that equals 72 cans - and a whole bunch more cans. I can't really count them, as they are indeed under my box-spring. I just know the amount of boxes from memory. I'm too lazy to throw my photographic memory into drive and count the cans. there's probably about 21 more cans. yay, guesstimation! I actually applied for a job yesterday... in the wee hours. Starbucks, the dream job of a sixteen year old girl that only goes to school twice a week for an hour. But my brother got a job as a census taker for 15.50 an hour! What I wouldn't give for freaking 15.50 an hour... that's like, twice minimum wage... And hooray for finally getting to maybe get my permit! Its been freaking long enough. I've been able to get it for a year now, I've gone through drivers ed and stuff. Its sad that my parents hold absolutely no trust for me at all. Seriously, why would someone rather drive you around than let you drive yourself? Its a mystery to me. Blog, I feel myself wasting away. Like I'm becoming no one at all. Like my personality is slowly dwindling down to a mindless drone. And talking to you is the only thing that keeps me sane. And I suppose I could call my friends more, but I always think of it, and then I'm like, oh, after I eat dinner, or something like that, and forget! What kind of sick person is to lazy to save their soul?!?!?! Sometimes I don't understand myself at all. I look in the mirror almost on a daily basis, and try to see who I am. I mean really see. I try to see who I'm becoming. Because no matter what, we really don't control who we are. Everyone is influenced a little by what we hear, see, smell, taste, feel - we can try to deny it, but the truth is that we all are influenced by what we are around and in contact with. But I can never pinpoint who I am, and where I'm going, and that kind of scares me. I know what I WANT to do, but looking at where you are, and seeing if you're on the right track or if you need to be at a completely different train station... it scares me to think that I might not be doing all that I need to for my dreams. well, tah-tah. I shall come again on the morrow. or later in the day. possibly the morrow. Labels: blogging, cobra starship, food storage, jobs, march, permit, robots, starbucks, train stations |
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