parkplace's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Laser Cry Surgery Listening To: For You To Notice by Dashboard Confessional Oh god, am I pissed-off at my father. Yesterday afternoon, he told me that I would be working with him. He said we would be done at about 11:00 pm. WE DIDN'T GET FINISHED UNTIL 5:00 IN THE GODDAM MORNING. THE SUN WAS COMING UP! I was so fucking mad at my father cause he probably knew that the rug installation job would be more then 11:00. He must've! He just lied to me because I would probably not go with him if he told me we would be up until 5:00 in the morning. And since he gave me flase hope that I would be done with the job in a jiffy I also made plans to hang out with Julia, Chuck and Mike once I was done. Little did I know that I would witness this mornings sunset while I try to get away from the stench of the carpet glue. My dad and I got into a heated discussion. I am suprised he didn't ground me [knockonwood]. He wants me to go to the library and get my summer-reading books [I'll probably only read one of them] and he wants me to call all the people I sent job applications to [the notebook with all the store numbers is in the car that Hannah is driving right now]. Yesterday, I got word of a small tragedy. At work, Ben was giving a child a piggy-back. He ran into a fucking tree and tore his tear ducts off [like he uses them]. Doctors had to sew them back on. I heard he couldn't even open his eye. I don't know what to think of the whole incident. All I know is that I wanna run into a tree and have my tear duct rip off. I mean, it's a more harmfull approch to try to stop crying, but it's a start... 2:24 p.m. - 07-16-03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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