I sat inside all of yesterday instead of going to work 
So now I have a twelve hour day today, plus chores, and school starts tomorrow.
I went out for a walk last night with Pansy. Apparently no one told me that it was party night, because there were about a million kids out. All the boozehounds and then the freshmen who like "OMG! I'M AWAY FROM HOME! TIME TO DO RETARDED SHIT!" and they're all giving me dirty looks, like, "What are *you* doing here?" and it's like, I live here, shithead; I have as much right to be here as you do. And then some jackasses where yelling at me because Pansy and I were sitting on Bascom Hill, and you're not supposed to have dogs on UW property, but you know what, some cops walked by, and they didn't say anything to me, because they didn't fucking care since I wasn't being a jackass and being super loud and breaking stuff like everyone else.
And then I was walking back home and I ran into Neil on his way downtown from Nate and Emo's apartment, so we went for another walk, so I got a lot of exercise, but I didn't get to bed until two o'clock, and I'm working 8:15 am-probably 9 pm today, so that sucks.
I walked by the house where the kid fell off the second story porch. It's half a block from my old apartment. I could see how he could've fallen off: the railing was like 3 feet high at the most. There was still blood on the sidewalk from where he busted his head. I read about it first in this girl's journal on lj, and that girl went to my high school, and she was at the party. So it goes back to how I said that it's like everything and everyone I know is related to everything else. Poor kid. He didn't even start school yet, and he could get brain damage for the rest of his life because he fell off a fucking balcony, all because the railing was too short (old houses don't have to be up to code), and no one was watching him when they should've been if he was that drunk that he fell off a fucking balcony. Stupid, terrible things.
So now I have a twelve hour day today, plus chores, and school starts tomorrow.
I went out for a walk last night with Pansy. Apparently no one told me that it was party night, because there were about a million kids out. All the boozehounds and then the freshmen who like "OMG! I'M AWAY FROM HOME! TIME TO DO RETARDED SHIT!" and they're all giving me dirty looks, like, "What are *you* doing here?" and it's like, I live here, shithead; I have as much right to be here as you do. And then some jackasses where yelling at me because Pansy and I were sitting on Bascom Hill, and you're not supposed to have dogs on UW property, but you know what, some cops walked by, and they didn't say anything to me, because they didn't fucking care since I wasn't being a jackass and being super loud and breaking stuff like everyone else.
And then I was walking back home and I ran into Neil on his way downtown from Nate and Emo's apartment, so we went for another walk, so I got a lot of exercise, but I didn't get to bed until two o'clock, and I'm working 8:15 am-probably 9 pm today, so that sucks.
I walked by the house where the kid fell off the second story porch. It's half a block from my old apartment. I could see how he could've fallen off: the railing was like 3 feet high at the most. There was still blood on the sidewalk from where he busted his head. I read about it first in this girl's journal on lj, and that girl went to my high school, and she was at the party. So it goes back to how I said that it's like everything and everyone I know is related to everything else. Poor kid. He didn't even start school yet, and he could get brain damage for the rest of his life because he fell off a fucking balcony, all because the railing was too short (old houses don't have to be up to code), and no one was watching him when they should've been if he was that drunk that he fell off a fucking balcony. Stupid, terrible things.
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and i hear the house is at 1026 sherman ave.