I had my first lesson on driving a stick today. I didn't do too bad, but I had a great teacher. I only stalled it three times. Twice when I was trying to park. I ended up getting only half way into the parking spot. I don't like leaving it in gear when I park. It just seems wrong to me, but I must get used to that.
I picked up the coolest poster today. It reads, "Who's Your Daddy? Star Wars Episode Three (but in roman numerals) Father's Day 2005" with a picture of Darth Vader. I love Darth.
I don't have a job anymore. I told my boss that one of his employees is a dick. It turns out that was his nephew. Who knew? I really want the job out to HB. $11.50 an hour, 40 plus hours a week, time and a half for overtime. The only draw back is its third shift, but I can do that. My pappy turned down two jobs, both of which I applied for. It pisses me off. I'm calling HB tomorrow, and taking another resume (sp?) in too. I know they're not hiring me because I'm a girl. It pisses me off that they hire guys (who have less work expierence then me) who don't even want to work there. Its factory work on the floor, so they think, Oh a 21 year old girl, she can't handle this. It just makes me want the job more, and gets me pretty well pissed off.
I am so fucking sexy today. I didn't wear deoderant or brush my teeth before church (I don't usually go, but my friend is leaving on Wednessday, her dad is the pastor and I'm really close with the whole family). On top of that I pulled my hair out of a french braid and it instantly frizzed, didn't wear any makeup, and I'm peeling really bad from a sunburn. I'm so gross. I don't care. I showered the night before, and deoderant is only needed when working out.
My Uncle gave me his old camo army jacket. I wore it to the grocery store and ran into Trav and Brent. I was buying six boxes of crackers.
I really like crackers, and it was the last day that they would be 50% off. Brent just said, I can't believe you're buying all those crackers without any cheese. Hahahaha, like its normal to buy six boxes of crackers at a time. I guess this has nothing to do with jacket, does it? I'm rambling now. Sorry.
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I am in fucking love!
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Unbelievable!
If you buy this for me I will be your slave for the rest of my life.
I picked up the coolest poster today. It reads, "Who's Your Daddy? Star Wars Episode Three (but in roman numerals) Father's Day 2005" with a picture of Darth Vader. I love Darth.
I don't have a job anymore. I told my boss that one of his employees is a dick. It turns out that was his nephew. Who knew? I really want the job out to HB. $11.50 an hour, 40 plus hours a week, time and a half for overtime. The only draw back is its third shift, but I can do that. My pappy turned down two jobs, both of which I applied for. It pisses me off. I'm calling HB tomorrow, and taking another resume (sp?) in too. I know they're not hiring me because I'm a girl. It pisses me off that they hire guys (who have less work expierence then me) who don't even want to work there. Its factory work on the floor, so they think, Oh a 21 year old girl, she can't handle this. It just makes me want the job more, and gets me pretty well pissed off.
I am so fucking sexy today. I didn't wear deoderant or brush my teeth before church (I don't usually go, but my friend is leaving on Wednessday, her dad is the pastor and I'm really close with the whole family). On top of that I pulled my hair out of a french braid and it instantly frizzed, didn't wear any makeup, and I'm peeling really bad from a sunburn. I'm so gross. I don't care. I showered the night before, and deoderant is only needed when working out.
My Uncle gave me his old camo army jacket. I wore it to the grocery store and ran into Trav and Brent. I was buying six boxes of crackers.
I really like crackers, and it was the last day that they would be 50% off. Brent just said, I can't believe you're buying all those crackers without any cheese. Hahahaha, like its normal to buy six boxes of crackers at a time. I guess this has nothing to do with jacket, does it? I'm rambling now. Sorry.
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I am in fucking love!
null
Unbelievable!
If you buy this for me I will be your slave for the rest of my life.
lollypopsnaggler:
good luck with HB. you really do like crackers.