This Is My Service to Society
June 19, 2006
I would have had a perfect sleep in my room last night…had the Zesty Italian dressing I drowned my salad in at supper stayed in my stomach where it was supposed to be. However, life is cruel sometimes and so is Italian dressing in large batches. I’ll shut up about that though, because I’m sure you’re all dying to hear about it and I want to be cruel and bore you instead.
Father’s day dinner was pretty good. We all spent the afternoon out on the back deck. Everyone was drinking (Josephine and I excluded. I had a few sips of this watermelon stuff Kate has to try it, but don’t worry I am not on any serious medication. The yellow pills make me sick. So does Zesty Italian dressing apparently) and conversation was flowing - as usual. The same thing occured at the dinner table. I got more money from my grandparents and from Shannon and Nelson, so that’s cool. We devoured the rest of my ice cream cake, which I could use right now.
It was like nearly twelve when I called it a night and trucked on down to my room for the first sleep down there since the 28th of May. I was feeling nice until one, when I woke up with bad cramps. Up came the Zesty Italian dressing, and it hurt. So I had a rotten night on account of I felt crappy all night.
I’m feeling much better today though, for the most part anyway. I found out that my marks are pretty high and I’ve been granted into that Writers Craft class that I was dying to get into. I pretty much sold my soul to get into that class and it paid off because I get to take it. However, by the looks of it I don’t get co-op. My classes are all over the place and my co-op won’t fit. We’ll have to do some work on it to figure out what I’m going to do next.
Over the past few days, I’ve noticed how pointless my posts are. What’s the point? Of course right now I don’t have anything better to do during my days so I end up here blogging pointless babble that nobody really wants to hear. And then when I do start getting out more, I’ll be babbling on and on about what I did. So this will never stop. At least people can come here to put themselves to sleep, lol. I’ll look at it as a service to society. It’s cool to have a service to society that is also an addiction.
June 19th, 2006 at 11:59 pm
The words of the Preacher, the son of David, king in Jerusalem.
Vanity of vanities, saith the Preacher, vanity of vanities; all is vanity.
What profit hath a man of all his labor which he taketh under the sun?
–Ecclesiastes 1:1-3
Lots of things seem pointless sometimes.
Well done on the class, keep up the good work.