I hate obscene displays of sentimentality
mais je me sens
vide.
And to more random stories of the day:
This week while waiting at the Park and ride, I was approached by a stranger who wanted to give me a ride downtown, the reason being that after eight am HOV lane only requires an extra person! that being moi. So she has this
chrysler suv, it was really nice inside and the lady looks like an actress, she has dark died hair, sunglasses, and a nice face, but a somewhat
fakish tan. She basically told me her life,
hahaha, I just love when that happens, you meet a random person and they tell you everything. (Needless to say, if she ever finds this page I apologize in advance for retelling everything I was told.) She likes to go out to nice clubs and listen to techno, a famous DJ made a mix for her, she has four children, a single mother, an ex fiancee, an
exboyfriend, and a friend of her ex fiancee interested in her. I mean I can see it but I think it's too much drama. It's kind of like yes you like MC
solaar but maybe one or three songs you don't want to listen to all the depressing social commentary however true it is. Anyway, so she told me her life, knew that I didn't like to go out to clubs,
hahaha, that's not something that takes long to figure out. And she knew I was twenty, :( I think it was my hair that gave me away, I didn't use my normal routine, but anyway, so she gives me a ride downtown and I know it's not the right street but whatever I like walking downtown and looking at all the business people going about, not the
hobos thou. Those are scary sometimes. I will say one thing it's not likely that I do that again, I mean sometimes I do the stupidest things I really don't know why.
So I have two prospective jobs both are interesting, I still don't know which one I would like best, hopefully God helps me with that. I went to an interview today and while I don't think it was the best I had it was by far the funniest. The three guys that interviewed me seem very cool and laid back, they were funny. Most of the humour involved them making fun of my flies, which I haven't really gotten much of but maybe because that's at school and everyone knows that's work and stuff. It got better when I said "we have a morgue for the flies, it's a little glass container with ether," and then one of them called the professor "the master of the flies," and so many other things I can't even remember. Needless to say the job sounds interesting I might have a chance to learn things too!
I want to thank that kind lady that gave me a dollar. I couldn't find my cash because I left it at the library.
I hate Russell Banks.
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