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[the_wanlorn]

So. I need to write my SISP proposal. I've got about 3 paragraphs already written. I don't want to do any more, so I'm slacking and procrastination and writing in my LJ. I need to do 3 things. And by do I mean write. And by need to I mean really should do. 1. Write my SISP proposal 2. Write my community service bullshit paper 3. Write a "letter of interest" so I can hopefully get a job at Barnes & Noble I don't want to do any of them. People should just give me money cuz I'm so cool like that so that I don't need to get a job. But I kind of want to work in a bookstore. And by kind of I mean that's the only job I can see myself doing at this point for more than 2 weeks. Unfortunate, really. I miss living at Jon's house. I like his house and his family. And his family likes me. I hope. I think. Yes, they do. His house can not like me because it is an inanimate being, but at least it has not tried to eat me. Anyway, I should make an update about what I did there this past week. Or about how much I- my cell phone is making noise!! Yay!! I got a text message from Jon!! Anyway, as I was saying, or about how much I don't want to go back to skool. Or even about how much I love the new car. As it is, I'm going back to writing my SISP proposal and playing Snood and printing out Sid's SISP stuff.

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

Ooh, does your Barnes and Noble have a Starbucks in it like mine? It's a hella cool combination, I tell ya... Regardless, really push for that job, I've had friends who worked for BN and they really enjoyed it. Bookstore employment is awesome... It's quiet, you get to be around BOOKS, and did I mention BOOKS? Not to mention the fact that it's quiet. It sure as hell beats any job where you handle the food of others. You could have a job at Golden Corral. Not sure if you have those in Mass or if it's a national chain but it's a big scary buffet restaurant which I call the Human Feeding Trough and working there is suicidally depressing.
Of course, what do I know, I farm trees and write papers for a living.

--Lando

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Dont you remember those creepy creaking noises? That was indigestion. The house TRIED to eat you, but unsuccessfully.

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