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09/26/04 08:55 - ID#33462

deodorant memories


I started wearing deodorant when I was 10. I got out of PE and went into the car with my Mom and she was all "SHew, you stink." after that she made me wear deodorant.
I smell yo.
My first day teaching this semester I got these sweat stains under my arms, fucking bodily functions even deodorant couldn't save me from that.
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09/25/04 03:20 - ID#33461

yet...

Keith and Jon are my friends and we get along pretty well. Last night I was looking down from the neighbors window at Keith being drunk stumbling around the yard and I realized what a great Frankenstein he would make in his intoxicated state.
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09/25/04 03:16 - ID#33460

Misery

The packing is going. I'm washing clothes now. I'd feel better if those leasing fuckers would do what they said. I've never had these kind of problems moving into a place before. All I wanted was the stupid drop ceiling out and if they said no that was fine I would have found another place but that idiot said he would fix it and then went and knocked holes in the wall.
I'm frustrated. I think I can find another apartment pretty easily but Keith and Jon would be fucked by that but why the hell should I care. Keith pisses me off sometimes. Like when he rode his bike over here yesterday and said "What are you going to do now, Robin can't get her way, blah blah. " making fun of me and that really pissed me off and in fact there are plenty of options all involving money and physical activity but they're options nonetheless and I feel so fed up and confused.
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09/25/04 09:40 - ID#33459

finding things


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09/25/04 08:26 - ID#33458

Morning


I should be packing and I slowly am but... I get distracted in the process of packing. I'm not so great at this organization of domestic space thing but today is the day to do what I need to do.
Keith called me at 3:30 and I woke up and went over at about 4:30am. Keith, Jon, and Harrington were drinking on the porch with the neighbors. I went and hung out with the upstairs neighbors for a while. They were watching movies with a redheaded step child. I wonder where that redheaded step child expression came from?
I went and looked at my bedroom where the maintenance and taken a hatchet to the wall. Then I went and hung out on the neighbor's porch with Keith, Jon, Harrington, McKayla, Paul, and the pretty girl with the dog. Keith said he said he was retiring for the evening and within minutes he was out on the porch in boxers. We were looking over at him from the other porch when a large and round man in a black shirt with red and round flowers on it came cruising down the sidewalk on his bike. That moment is going to be transferred to my long-term memory, I'm pretty sure.
Then Keith came over and kidnapped the pretty girls dog. We speculated that it was an attempt to lure the pretty girl over for a necked dance party. Keith apparently has a reputation for being a romancer.
I left and gave baby Harrington a ride home. He showed me where he's moving this weekend. Jesus, I'm frustrated with the leasing people. This maintenance crap is their job and if they were incapable of doing the job they should have told me and that would have helped me and Keith and Jon wouldn't have to worry about it either. They're thinking of actually hiring someone to do it but I'm just getting pissed at the building owners. I'm going to continuer packing know. I'm going to post my progress on here in a couple of hours, that way I'll feel like a failure if I don't get things started well.
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09/24/04 03:02 - ID#33457

packing

I'm getting started with that. I'm setting goals for myself. I can do it. I have it in me. Yes, yes. OK well, I'm trying. I've accumulated a lot of shit during my during year here. Now I'm trying to organize it into squares
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09/23/04 06:21 - ID#33456

once an asshole always an

Matthew has inspired me to write about my endangered animal project I completed for the PTA meeting when I was 11. I was in the sixth grade trailer (overcrowded school) class with Mrs. Higgans for a teacher.
Mrs. Higgans had know me for years because when I was 7 I became close friends with her daughter Kristen. I even spent the night over there once but then Mrs.Higgans transferred Kristin to another school closer to their home so that Kristin would be able to make friends around her town. My child heart was broken by that. I would play this song on the fox and hound soundtrack over and over,
when you're the best of friends having so much fun together you're not even aware you're such a funny pair, life's one happy game.
I was sure that Mrs. Higgans didn't like me because I taught Kristen and her younger siblings how to play Bloody Mary in the bathroom. That scared the shit out of those two little ones (a 3 and 5 yr. old). I remember the baby, Allison, falling out of her bed that night due to a nightmare.
Years later I was put into Mrs. Higgans sixth grade class. A class that I refused to the normal work in. I drew pictures and braided tiny sections of hair over and over. I believe my peers were starting to look at me as an odd person but I wasn't that odd. I walked around the playground in circles with the cool girls in my class and we practiced our swearing.
One day Mrs. Higgans told us we had to do a presentation for the PTA on an endangered animal. She partnered me up with Marie who was a less fortunate girl in a few ways. You could always tell who was kind of poor by their hygiene and clothing, especially with kids. Well, Marie was poor but also dimwitted which is sad. She was a nice girl but I was upset to be her partner and I talked to Mrs. Higgans about it in private. Myself, a child who had made at least 10 F's already that year pulled Mrs. Higgans aside and said "Mrs. Higgans I can't work with that girl, she's stupid." Mrs. Higgans told me that she's knows and that's why she made us partners so I could help Marie.
I ended up doing all the research on the Jaguarundi and making a costume out of a pillow case. The Jaguarundi is a small and wild cat from Texas, something like that. I may be spelling Jaguarundi wrong. I was so bad. I put that pillow case on my head and went up and read that stupid paper to stupid parents at the stupid PTA meeting. I wouldn't let Marie do shit. I wanted to sport my beautiful homemade cat pillowcase mask and at the same time I needed to read the report because I knew how bad Marie was at reading aloud. I was being selfish over bullshit. I wanted to do a good presentation. awwh, it's still confusing.
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09/23/04 05:38 - ID#33455

Cesus Jhist

I've got so much shit to do. This adult stuff I can't take it! I need someone to do it for me. Who wants to transfer my car titles, apply me for NY residency, pack clean and move my belongings, write letters to leasing offices, and all that boring bull shit? I hate it. I need a secretary.
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09/22/04 02:37 - ID#33454

happy meal confessions


They do make me happy and the people who work there are nice. I always say thank you and smile. Thank you for serving me this delicious meal because I know you only get about 50 cents to do it but I am so very hungry and helpless to produce the energy necessary for cooking or even thinking about what I would want to cook. Thank you fast food workers all the world round.

I'm also happy to see the church is back on elmwoodstrip.
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09/20/04 06:34 - ID#33453

tired and mad

Frustrated at the software, fucking uninstalled needed to teach editing, double damn.
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