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Imperfect Perfection

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[19 May 2004|01:26pm]

[ mood | blank ]

[ music | Coheed & Cambria ]

so my uncle and my cousin got here last night around 6ish. now there's me, my mom, my dad, my sister, Lucy, my grandpa, my grandma, my uncle and my cousin (and Nick cuz he's always here..basically lives here) all in my tiny 3 bedroom apartment. that's a lot of fucking people. in a way it sort of sucks though because my grandparents, my uncle and my cousin are all sleeping in the living room. so once they go to bed, i can't get outside to smoke a cigarette. and they go to bed somewhat early. unless of course i wanted to use the loud front door and go out to the front of the building to smoke one. it all depends on how lazy or considerate i feel at the time. hah. it's cool though because i haven't seen my uncle in a year. and i haven't seen my cousin in...i don't even know how long. almost didn't recognize him honestly. that's how long its been. and, my uncle bought us a nice, big new TV. haha. i love my uncle. it's a 27 inch television, clear channels, good sound...it's just lovely.

today i was supposed to go to work with my dad. he's going to pay me 7 bucks an hour to work with him, so that i can afford to pay my cell phone bill next month, but he never woke me up. i actually got sleep last night too. the past week i haven't been getting to sleep until 5am for some ungodly reason (damn insomnia). but last night i fell asleep around 230 and managed to actually sleep through the rest of the night. the phone rang nonstop from like, 830 on though. i will find whoever the first caller was, and i will kill them. that damn bastard took my sleep away. so i got up at around 1130. fell back asleep around noon, and woke up again at 1240. i'm up for the day now. it felt so nice to sleep again.

later we're hanging out with one of Nick's friends, Sean. no clue where we're going to go, but as long as we get out of the house it doesn't really matter.

OH, and Nick hogs the blanket. stupid cunt.

OHH, and congradulations to all you kids that just graduated!

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oh shit, what did i do [13 May 2004|12:07pm]

[ mood | amused ]

[ music | 311 ]

so i got a letter from the orange county sherrif's office yesterday. thought i had done something illegal that i did not remember doing. granted, i have no idea what that would have been, seeing as i haven't done much of anything lately, it still shocked me. i'm only going to post the first paragraph, but this is what it said:

Dear Parent and Graduating Senior,

[thank god, it's just a graduation letter]

I would like to congradulate you, your family, and your graduating high school senior on a job well done. High school graduation is quite a milestone, and I am sure you are very proud of your child's achievements.

yeah. congradulations to me. only one problem there officer, i'm not graduating. i'm not walking across the stage to collect my diploma. but thank you for the gesture. it's appreciated. i'll take my GED and be happy, thank you very much.

my interview went well. i'll hear something by sunday if they want me back for the third interview. (the second one was on the phone when i got home from the first one). it's a 4 interview process. so far, i'm doing pretty well.

my grandparents are getting in tonight. they're visiting for two weeks. originally, they were coming to see me graduate. they know i'm not, but they're still bringing me graduation presents. and i'm still glad i get to see them. my uncle gets in on tuesday. lucy and my uncle's surgery is a week from tomorrow. my cousin robert will be here for a few days as well. how the hell we're going to fit all these people in my house, i have no idea. it'll be interesting though. i can tell you that much.

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i set myself free [10 May 2004|09:37am]

[ mood | blah ]

[ music | Saves The Day ]

i no longer attend school. i went in today like Mr. Black told me to, and he had me sit at a computer to find a job. something i'm already doing on my own and doing a lot better than i would sitting in front of a computer box trying to find one. so i got up, went to the bathroom, then went and saw Mrs. Furgeson and told her i'm withdrawing myself. that's all there was to it. i should have done that a while ago. i was just putting up with unnecessary bullshit.

saw Man On Fire with my mom yesterday. really good movie. go see it. got my hair cut the other night. Nick did it for me. it looks really good. he ended up staying at my house last night. he thought his parents were coming back into town sometime in the afternoon, but 230am came around and he still couldnt get ahold of anyone. so he crashed here.

took lots more pictures yesterday. i'll post them as soon as i get them.

Borders called me yesterday. told me to call today between 8am and 4pm. just called them, and the person's already in an interveiw, so she's calling me back. everyone cross their fingers and hope i get this job. i have a cell phone bill coming around the begining of next month and i need a paycheck to pay that with. not to mention money for other shit.

other than that, nothing else to report. later kids.

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