I had another driving appointment today. Al's still smoking cigarettes, swearing, and undressing girls with his eyes. He's one sick fuck, I'll tell you that. For a middle-aged man with health problems to have fantasies about 16 year-old girls, I'd say it's a safe bet he's a sick fuck. Of course, no girl my age is ever going to be attracted to him because he's a disgusting- looking guy. I did ok driving today, though. I hate the brakes on his car. They're all fucked up. On the way back, we picked up my friend Gabe, who had an appointment scheduled for today.

I start working tomorrow. I'm kind of looking forward to it. I'll be doing stuff like making photocopies, sending out shipments and recieving new ones, sorting/handing out mail, refilling copy machines, etc. I'll be doing all this at my mom's office, probably for like six bucks an hour. I'm going to keep some of the money and put the rest in the bank.

This week is probably going to go by too fast, as most vacations do. Oh, well. I'm getting lots of time to screw around, play Nintendo, and use the computer... and eat. I don't get enough of that during school hours. Not that I'm a pig, or anything...

I feel like teasing all of you right now. I have another journal which I update almost as frequently as this one. It's a lot more personal, though, so if you want a link to it, send me an e-mail and I'll decided whether I want you reading some of my more personal secrets.

Things are really starting to take off. I'm actually getting some foreign hits on my sites, not just me checking to see if my changes saved, or my friends checking out my site after I've harassed them too. I mean real strangers (some from other countries/planets) are actually visiting this site. Just check out the Nedstats and see. It's pretty cool.

I was thinking about my French teacher last year. I was one of the few kids in that class who actually liked her. She was a pretty good teacher, but she drew a lot of criticism from the class because of her crazy antics and the fact that we spent about half of the year learning about Africa. My favorite class was the one when a bee flew into the classroom and she tried to trap it in a coffee mug while telling us (in her comical French accent) how she was this expert bee catcher. Another time, she asked me "What does James Bond recieve in the mail? He gets a beum!" Well, I though that was pretty damn funny. She said it just like Inspector Clouseau. Well, that's enough of that. I'm off to look at the Jaeger-LeCoultre web page.

Quote of the day: "I don't know if I should care for a man who made life easy; I should want someone who made it interesting." -Edith Wharton

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