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(Monday, November 29, 2004-)
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i have somewhat of a headache.
i was able to get this guy to help with Mike's tires and AR 767s. :-)
which is good..
school was long and dull. ::shrugs:: what do you expect though?
i'm seeing my Mike, which will make my day better.
looking forward to my sunshine... :-D
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+6:21 AM]*
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good morning!!
i really want snow. really bad. so that everything is cancelled and i don't go to school...
no work today though.
which is good.
the past two days were spend working 12+ hours.. *sigh* i got my hours for the week.... not!!
scheduled for:
Tuesday 4-9:30
Thursday 4-9:30
Saturday (doc's appt. at 10) 4-9:30
Sunday 11-4
Tuesday 4-9:30
mas dinero por Raquel.
minimum wage is moving up to 6.50!!!!!! :-D
anyways.. last night, Mike scared me with the concept of joining the army. i was sooo scared (and angry). i'd hate leaving him.. and i'd hate him leaving me. i love Mike.. always and lots. he doesn't know that, without him i'm barely a half of a whole. he's going through this "provider" thing.. he just needs to know that we're in this together.. and money isn't a big thing. he uses my money like its his.. and i use his. it's a happy medium. i'm here for him.
Bam has nothing on his hott ass. . :-P
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(Saturday, November 27, 2004-)
+8:07 PM]*
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worked today for forever. next time i work, doin' shakes.
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(Tuesday, November 16, 2004-)
+6:31 PM]*
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i don't know what's wrong with me.
i really don't like band anymore..
i can care less about classes.
i'm tired.
i feel so gross.
i'm full of alot of mean emotions.
i need some non-living time.
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(Sunday, November 14, 2004-)
+1:24 PM]*
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imagine this.. i've got something intelligent to say.
i think that bush is a total idiot. what moron. he's honestly going to ruin this country while we're watching. that sucks.. and it kind of frustrates me.
i'm an abortion advocate. if you don't have the means to support a baby, don't have it/him/her. some people aren't strong enough to go through with the pregnancy.. and that's fine. their choice. abortions have to be allowed due to the fact that so many people use it. on a random Wednesday, Friday or Saturday, you could walk to any abortion clinic and see at least 5 girls getting surgery done. what a powerful freedom that is, to have control over your own body. that is what abortion is... having ultimate control over your life and of something that you created.
you can't have control over a huge population. abortions will continue to happen.. no matter what church or organized "religion" you follow says. keeping abortion legal maintains the health of many women who CAN'T have a baby (at that exact moment).. it's better than drinking bleach and acetone and giving yourself home-made "clothes hanger" abortions.
there are some things in life you can't be selfish about..
this is one of them.
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+9:10 AM]*
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goood. mornink!
so.. indeed.. i'm tired. a change? no..
i'm going to be so busy these next couple of weeks.
Thanksgiving (cooking.. cleaning... decorating..)
doc's appt. (4th)
Toys for Tots jeep parade (12th) >>if you want to donate some new toys.. contact me!<<
tuba X-mas (22nd)
shopping for presents
working mad-style for money to buy presents with
Christmas
New Year's
my birthday :-D
i love christmas music. it makes me feel happy. :-) one more week until Thanksgiving!!!
i love this time of year. sooo much. :-D
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(Thursday, November 11, 2004-)
+7:58 AM]*
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ode to Mikey!!!
poem for ~english~
And in this factory
There was a shipping clerk.
Hes there because to live, money is mandatory.
He is always coming in late to work.
Mike dresses up in T-shirts and jeans.
Getting ready in the morning is quite a hassle.
Hes been working at Hedman since he was in his teens,
Just to save up his money for his castle.
A big house is what this burly guy wants
Brown hair, green eyes and a big stance,
Whenever you’re around him, he teases and taunts
I’ve heard he nicely can dance!
Working there at that shipping department is dull.
Everyday, he makes labels, bequeaths them to UPS and ships
Packages, some so heavy an average guy can’t even pull.
He disperses those packages onto lengthy trips,
He uses his computer to track those boxes.
During work, he uses the foam machines,
But on his free time, he’s thinking of better things.
He loves working on his jeeps.
He doesn’t even bother changing clothes:
The T-shirt and jeans from work he keeps.
Id be surprised if there was something Mike didn’t know!
Hes amazingly precise and is so good at what he does.
He truly succeeds best at doing what he loves.
Mike likes to behest much attention.
He needs to be looked at, or to be mentioned.
Mike is a great listener and is nice.
He makes you laugh and giggle so hard!
Life, to him, continues on and on
He lives each day like it’s his last.
Mike thinks his life can be put to song.
His love of food, movies, work, and going fast
(In his cars) would make a great hit.
Here is the poem, finished with care
About Mike: the amazingly brilliant (and overgrown) teddy bear!
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(Friday, November 05, 2004-)
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i worked last night and made 7 dollars in tips. HAH. it was hell on earth. i'm so glad i don't work until Sunday.
i started crying during one of my classes. i'm just kinda overwhelmed.. i need a little space from stress.
will i get space?
nah.
i'm ok, i think.
hormones.
LOL. tiffany did the funniest thing today. she thinks some little boy is cute.. we call him "rabbit". she really doesn't.. like him... he's just "adorable". she started yelling and screaming. LMFAO. i laughed so hard it was amazing.
haha.
that made my day. silly me!
i'll have my cell phone. call that.
i'm sleepy.
i'll go take a nap in Mike's room now.
zzzz..z..z.z....zzz..
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