06.19.02. Allocating Funds.
Dude. This is my second time typing this entry. I was close to almost done. When. It disappeared. Dayve mayn... There's gotta be a way to import text from word. To this script... That sucks. Lines of text. Gone. Forever. For. Ev. Er. For. Ev. Er. Guess. I'll try to retype it before I go to work.
Yeah. I can't remember what I did. Oh yeah. I played Bushido Blade 2. And. Mer left his Game Informer. They're gonna make nekkid games. What else. I beat Tenchu 2. Birth of the Ass Ass Ins. With all the characters last night. And. Someone sent me an email. Warning about a supposed "virus." It's not.
I got my pictures developed. The ones when Richelle visited. I miss her. And. You can see the wet spot on my pance.
I hurt my elbow flairing again. And. Can you really order a burger minus the bun? And. Discussed a possibly dope movie with J. Starring. Baby Alex.
06.20.02. May My Movements Be Guided By The Heavens.
I still can't remember my greatest idea ever. I'm all like. If it's great. I won't forget it. I forgot it. And. Mrs. P. Someone from Kiss already has your idea. I need to earn more money. So. I can buy material possessions. And. Get buff. I talked to Robot Girl. I know she reads this. But. I hope we're together for a long time. Right now. It seems perfect. But. I hope... That. Yeah. If we aren't together forever. That. Maybe. Ultimately. In the end. We'll be together? Just a thought. I dunno. Why is anything anything. I don't know what I want. I just think I do. Like Jet Li said. }May my movements be guided by the heavens.{
06.21.02. Essay. }Enessoemess.{
I got hot butter in my eye. Some dude ran off without paying for food. I got joked for sliding across the floor. And. I didn't tell the manager I was low on quarters. That sooks. Hope I learn quick. It's like being in high school. Most of the co-workers are coo. But. The patrons. Man. It sooks. Not all. Just a handful. Um. Nad's sister was up in that piece. What else. Oh yeah. I gotta stop being a jerk hole to Maricel. When. She stops being a jerk hole to me. She wanted to know. Why I was trying to act all serious. And. It's probably cause I don't dimple flex. No real need to. I don't gotta get all school girl giddy. And. I don't need to present myself as a sucker. So. I break hard. Like it's a frat party. And. That's probably why. When people first meet me. And. They don't know me. They think I'm a run of the mill thing. Oh yeah. I met a cool manager. He wanted to know. If I was in that Filipino thing. I was like. Oh yeah. I'm Mr. FASA. }It's probably getting old. Because. I always brag about that. But. It just seems like not even a serious thing. But. To me it is. Because. In Elementary. Middle. And. High school. I'd always get all kinds of awards. And. Recognition. But. Looking back on my freshman year at Tech. Being Mr. FASA. Is the only "award" I got. And. Yeah. That's why I'm proud of it. And. It means a lot to me.{ What else. I got a Hershey Bar. I don't even know if we sell those bad boys. And. I didn't get a break. Maricel tagged my car. Oh yeah. Irene showed us off rizzoad skills. But. I won't joke. Irene is normally nice to me. }Well. At least not mean.{ So. I won't crack jokes. I didn't even laugh. I know I make worse. And. More frequent mistakes. And. I found out a way to keep my hair long. I said I wanted it cut like J. And. She said. Nope. So. Yep. That's how you stay saiyan.
06.22.02. To Be Continued.
I'm working at 7:30. I went to the mall. To rent a tux. Then. My dad got a hair cut. I read a magazine. And. I wrote the address on my hand to this website. What else. My dad got me something to eat at Wendy's. And. A Lotto ticket. It'd be coo to win. What else. Then. I washed the van. And. My car. My car is clean. Er. And. There are actually some shiny parts. And... I lost the address I wrote on my hand. That sooks. Um.
I hope my decision to invest everything is wise. Because. If it isn't. I'm basically spent. Why is anything anything.
Sorry if this entry is shatty. It was three pages long until. Oh... Greymatter decided to be gay matter. I'll write more. Later. This entry sooks mayn.
