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I would really love it if my posts would show up. Maybe they will and I'm just computer ridiculously incompetent. Anyway, I've done way too much talking concerning my "blogspot" within the confines of my "blogspot". Onto the web logging - which (thank you Ben) is where the word "Blog" comes from. Oh wait just one more comment! My next mission is to figure out how to post pictures. I'm pretty sure I have to get them from a website and copy and paste the properties within that HTML code. HTML kills me.
Okay so on and so forth. I DO NOT WANT TO QUIT MY JOB. I love my job, I just don't love all the time it takes out of my day. I will miss the money big time, and I can't wait until I'm able to go back. I'm so scared they won't have an opening for me in May when I get my license, but I am practically an "alumnus" and everyone likes me there and doesn't want me to quit so I really think I'm in the green here. Straight A's, here I come.
Speaking of which, I am so scared about that. I need to do some hardcore studying for this Straight A beotch. I know that I can do it, I just need the focus. Whaaat.
I can't believe I've gone this far and not discussed my boyfriend. My living breathing dildo. I'm kidding, sort of. PS speaking of which when is he going to call? We'll call my boyfriend Nadnerb because I wish to remain somehwhat anonymous so as not to incriminate myself. That was sarcasm. How could I possibly incriminate myself? I don't even leave the toilet seat up. But oh well, you can't win them all.
Gouda-cheese taught me the coolest thing at work today :ahem: [Insert Johnny Cochran accent here]: "The anti-player has finally submitted an affidavit to the game of court. With trumped up charges against my client Snoop Dogg the dogfather on 227 counts of flexing his G's, busting his P's, dotting his i's... and ca-ROSSING his t's!"
And I leave you, my friends, with that.