Well first off I'm pissed cause inside work today was 95 degrees, litterally. And that is just ridiculous. The air conditioner was broke yesterday, you knew about it, get the damn thing fixed. Thats about all I have to say about that. A doy or two ago I found out that one of my classmates, that I have gone to school with since like 6th grade died. I don't know how, but I know that it could have been me. He died just about a month before his 18th birthday. While I had just had my birthday, and was out with no worries, hanging out and finally buying my own cigarettes, someone that I had known died. What if that would have been me? Dying right before my birthday? Leaving my parents to bury a child? I dont know why this hit me as hard as it did. But that so easily could have been me. That could have been me everyone is so sad about. And it kind of made me realize a little more how precious this day, working in that heat was. Because even though it was hot and I was unhappy, I'm still alive, my parents can still tell me good night, and I can still be here for them, and my sister, and well... everyone. No day is promised. And I want to know everynight when I go to sleep that I did something worth remembering, wether it's just telling my parents that I love them, or helping out a friend. I want to know every day that I lived that day the way I wanted to, and that I did something worth remembering. Oh, and I pierced my nose. Now I owe my dad eighty bucks. The deal was that he would pay for part of my tattoo if I didn't pierce my face, I agreed and thought it would be easy, cause I figured the urge to get pierced would go away after I got my tattoo, that is not the case. It only got worse. So now, because of that agreement, that I would pay him double the fourty he paid, I owe him 80 dollars more than I already owe him for the car.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
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A couple of guys I went to school with, and was pretty close with, in high school died. The first, Dustin, hung himself. He was simply found lifeless with his belt around his neck. The second, Vince, died about a year and a half ago from a drug overdose. He was actually Jessi's high school and middle school sweetheart. It hit he pretty hard.
I'm sorry for your loss. I know you didn't know him well, but the fact that it hits so close to home is pretty harsh.
Anyway, lol@owing your dad MORE money.
And stop poking yourself with needles. wtf do you think employers are going to think when you walk in with a ton of tattoos and holes in your face? lol
I took it out before he noticed. So now I'm not going to owe him 80$ I think I'm getting a puppy or a phone with it. lol. ANd yeah, I know. Thats why I took it out, the job interview today..
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