the irony of is, i am arguing about how over parenting produces lame fucks like me.
can't really follow through assholes. and they become dependent on people. and they wont be an ounce of worth.
so its like the wall (dare i say his name?) god put to test me and show that i am not like the kids and their parents described in the short essay. (suck a dick C. W. Nevius)
im going to turn in my resume at this creamery because this one cute indian lady (tess) who works there implored me to.
bad thing is, she's the (floor) manager. i find her pretty damn alluring.
goal for the week,
finish first draft tomorrow morning.
turn in Resume at Spirit,(where ever), HumpSlo, and idk...that one pizza place?
i need to get a what do you call that thing, "an agenda" to stay on top of things.
Japanese: A- English: B- Hist: B+
i am falling behind.
and video game testing is pretty ill.
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