|Wednesday, September 29th, 2004|
so yesterday im in english when the instructor gives us this new assignment:
go down to the courthouse with a pen and paper, record what goes on and write a paper about it.
ive never been there so im thinking "how the hell am i going to be able to write 2000 words about that"
so i go downtown, park a million blocks away, and find the courthouse. At first im a little nervous, which entrance do i go through? everyones going to think im crazy...so i decide to sit outside for a little bit to see if anything interesting happens. theres two cops talking about their daughters, homeless guys talking about whatever homeless people talk about, nothing interesting. i walk over to the bus station and sit down. this crazy woman with short shorts, a fanny pack, and a long windbreaker with hightops and drawn in eyebrows comes in. she starts talking to this random stranger, he tells her she's beautiful, they talk and leave together. i realize shes a prostitute...right outside the courthouse. i take a couple notes and go inside the courthouse. go to the third floor, hear two women talk about an earthquake we had earlier, what? when did i miss this? get off and see this guy in a wheelchair "is it going up or down" nobodys in here, it'll go wherever you want it to...right? so i say, "up. no, down. i dont know" he gets mad and yells something at me then tells me that the elevator stinks, implying that he thinks I stunk it up. After riding the elevator for about 20 mins with nothing interesting, I go and sit outside. See a local anchor woman walking around with her camera guy. Sit down and wait for something to happen. This guy comes up and asks if he can sit next to me. Perfect, hopefully this will get interesting. He starts telling me about having to go to court for custody of his children. He tells me about his wife beating him and their children with a stereo cord…hes got these scratches all over his forehead. Im sitting there listening to everything this guys telling me that normally I would find weird. I got the best story to write now. Then all of a sudden I realize why this guys talking to me. “wow, you have beautiful eyes, I bet you make all the guys jealous.” O great. Realizing this guys probably making up the story hes telling me plus I realize that hes probably 35 years old and on some kind of drug. I decide that ive had enough and leave.
Hopefully I have enough to write about
|Tuesday, September 28th, 2004|
my internet is finally up
|Tuesday, September 21st, 2004|
and anyone tring to figure out what to give me for christmas...i would enjoy a subscription to national geographic.
my manager keeps asking me if i got married. i dont know why though
|Monday, August 30th, 2004|
i kind of like my car covered in bird poop
gives it that whole "ive got much more important things to do than wash my car..."
i love sociology.
gonna take psych next semester
i love studying people
ive always liked it.
i want to know why people do the things they do.
i love studying and taking notes.
it seems that i've forgotten how to spell over summer.
thinking about dying my hair.
such a big deal.
i want to look like a calico cat.
|Friday, August 27th, 2004|
seems like this little joke has backfired and i now have a full time stalker.
i mean who texts at 5 in the morning? wtf????
just leave me alone dude
|Wednesday, August 11th, 2004|
ten year old kids with cell phones...
|Monday, August 9th, 2004|
why does almost every entry on lj sound like:
waa waa waa
i hate my life
everything is soooo hard.
everyone is so stupid.
im sooooo depressed.
just kill yourself already
|Monday, August 2nd, 2004|
...so i've lived in fresno 18 years and this is still my favorite place to be. call me lame because i like woodward park and still haven't found some secret special place yet. i had two for awhile, the other behind the trees in my grandma's backyard...me and my sister used to have tea parties back there, but that place left when my grandma moved so now all i has is woodward park.
|Friday, July 30th, 2004|
my day summed up in 10 words/sentence fragments
politician killing himself on camera.
rice falored ice cream bars.
|Monday, July 26th, 2004|
some shit is gettin old.
internet psychos everywhere.
excited about friday.
my brothers getting surgery tomorrow.
whats with the black ladies with 2 in nails?
how do they go to the bathroom?
debating on which cam to buy first:
lomo twin lens reflex
maybe the holga instant.
work is starting to suck.
people over the phone seem to think theyre better than you...
even though half of them calling are idiots that dont even know their own phone number and put me on hold for two minutes assuming i have nothing better to do.
and dont bitch at me because we're out of ranch.
its freaking RANCH DRESSING!
we give it out for free.
we dont make you pay for it.
so dont bitch at me for not getting free ranch.
go buy a bottle at the grocery store.
and dont tell me youve been put on hold for ten minutes.
nobody has been put on hold for ten minutes, and if we took a long time its because we have other customers besides you. were not just sitting there with our thumbs up our butt waiting for you to get pissed off.
lets see...what else do i have to bitch about
guess im good for the night
|Thursday, July 22nd, 2004|
so i need a
-18% gray card
-plastic slide pages(at least 25)
-20 rolls of color slide film
-one box of sharpie markers
|Saturday, July 17th, 2004|
i love ivan.
its kinda wierd that he still hangs out in the neighborhood even though he moved out 3 years ago.
|Wednesday, June 23rd, 2004|
can someone tell me if lollapalooza really got cancelled
|Thursday, June 17th, 2004|
my new cam
canon rebel k2
|Wednesday, June 16th, 2004|
|How to make a nellie|
3 parts anger
3 parts arrogance
5 parts ego
Add to a cocktail shaker and mix vigorously. Add a little cocktail umbrella and a dash of sadness
|Friday, May 7th, 2004|
i really hate my english teacher
|Wednesday, April 28th, 2004|
sandwiches with peanut butter and nacho cheese doritos cruched up inside.
|Monday, April 12th, 2004|
maybe itll work now
thanks for the help
|Wednesday, March 31st, 2004|
guess who raised her english grade 12 percent.
yeah im cool.
just wanted to say that