Mental Health Day.
I stayed home. Slept a while. It was nice. I thought alot. Thats the worst part about having free time. I tend to think too much. Mostly about whether decisions I made/have to make are/were right. Oye vey.
I woke up around 9:30. Ate some cheeriossss. Watched St. Elmo's Fire.
Billy: Jules, y'know, honey... this isn't real. You know what it is? It's St. Elmo's Fire. Electric flashes of light that appear in dark skies out of nowhere. Sailors would guide entire journeys by it, but the joke was on them... there was no fire. There wasn't even a St. Elmo. They made it up. They made it up because they thought they needed it to keep them going when times got tough, just like you're making up all of this. We're all going through this. It's our time at the edge.
What an awesome quote. Its too bad that, scientifically speaking, that entire speech is incorrect, but I'm willing to ignore that if you are.
Typical 80s teen movie. I love it.
Then after watching that, I went upstairs, and did some history homework while listening to the Frays album. Which by the way, I forgot how depressing that thing is. After like the first song its all downhill. But its okay because its amazing.
Bob called not long after that and picked me up. I went to my moms and did some more homework before watching Clerks.
Coroner: My only question is how did she come to have sex with the dead guy?
Dante Hicks: She thought it was me.
Coroner: What kind of convenience store do you run here?
Oh yes. This is a must see. Just two guys goofing off at a store, and the one bitches the whole time about how he was supposed to be off that day.
Randal Graves: Oh what, what's with you, man? You haven't said anything for like twenty minutes. What the hell's you're problem?
Dante Hicks: This life.
Randal Graves: This life?
Dante Hicks: Why do I have this life?
Randal Graves: Have some chips, you'll feel better.
Dante Hicks: I'm stuck in this pit, working for less than a slave wages. Working on my day off, the goddamn steel shutters are closed, I deal with every backward ass fuck on the planet. I smell like shoe polish. My ex-girlfriend is catatonic after fucking a dead guy. And my present girlfriend has suck 36 dicks.
Randal Graves: 37.
Oh well. my connection is lost. hopefully this will post?
Any way i have to get back to more homework. JOY!
Stay cool.
Jackiieeee.
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dude we missed you yesterday. i feel like an idiot because i completely forgot to say that today.
mental health says are teh shiz. sometimes we need to take time and think a little too much. school doesn't allow for too much personal thinking.
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