parkplace's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I Count Vegetables! Listening To: Nothing Well, this weekend was okay. Friday I went to our sophmore Battle of The Bands concert. They got so much money from it. But anyway, the band were okay. Except for the Elm. Oh god do I hate the Elm. I think they are by far the most boring band that has ever played music. All of their songs consist of da-da's and la-la's and shit. The singer is so fucking atrocious. Oh god they put me to sleep in about five seconds. Anyhoo, Fuller Ave. was good and Big Wednesday was also great. Yesterday, I went to the salem Willows with Stephanie, Megan, Stacey, and Stacey's cousins named Anna and Jess (and I remembered their names). We almost didn't go at all but I was determined to go there and eat the greatest food of all time, the wintergreen pink popcorn. Oh my god do I love that popcorn. If it was legal, I would marry the pink popcorn in a heartbeat. So, I went there, had an amazing time. Today is starting out so fucking slowly. I wanna REALLY do somthing, but its raining so fucking much outside. I still don't have a job. I want to get one at the brand new electronics boutique store that is opening at Vinnin Square. I had a dream that I was applying there, and I got the job the second I saw the boss. He then says that he is going to give me training and as we step out of his office, the whole store changed into a rug store. A mother FUCKING RUG STORE! WHY CAN'T RUGS LEAVE ME ALONE. MY DAD OWNS A RUG STORE AND I HATE RUGS. LEAVE ME ALONE! BACK OFF! Anyhoo, we go upstairs and guess what department was up there. A supermarket. A fucking supermarket. I was thinking in my head "I wanna sell video games, not rugs and milk!!" The boss then runs to a cardboard boxs of brocolli and tell me to come over. Once I am kneeling down next to him he says this "Now you don't count each brocolli by how many bumps it has on it, you grab one and you say 'one!'. Now you try!" ... I think that dream is just a foreshadowing of what my future job will become. one...two...three... 2:15 p.m. - 06-01-03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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