me, myself, and illinois

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Location: Stonington, Illinois, United States

June 28, 2003

I was thinking today " Wouldn't it be cool to have a twin?" I mean somebody that just thought the same as you. I always thought that would be cool. I don't know if I would get tired and annoyed with him. Probably not. It seems that my brother is pissed off every time I see him these last couple of days. I don't know what's wrong with him. He asked me a question and I simply answered with no sarcasm at all 'I don't know.' And I get a ' Don't back talk to me or I'll bloody your nose.' Beats me.

Today I went bowling twice. Once during the day by myself at north lanes and another time at night with my cousins at old bowl. I have to say this... I SUCK AT BOWLING. I really need to improve my form. I don't even think I broke 100. So if I play anyone from the bowling team, I'm screwed. By the end of the night, I was just screwing around. I tried bowling with my left hand and did two under-the-leg shots. It was pretty cool. Most of the time I bowl, I get spares and strikes first five frames and then suck for the rest of the frames. Maybe it's a matter of concentration. I think I'm going to go bowling on a weekly basis. Well I'm really hyper so I going to go work out. Good Night Ya'll.

June 27, 2003

I tried posting last night, but this new blogger version is pretty weird. My dream last night was pretty weird as well. I was a federal agent investigating a gang of illegal sock makers. I don't know how socks could be illegal. Anyways, I was driving down a highway and I get pulled over by a police officer. She tells me that I'm in direct violation of fine butt law. So I get arrested and sent to jail to await my trial. During my trial, all my lawyer was doing was defending my ass. I ended winning the case. Then I met this Spanish family named the Smiths and the rest of my dream was spoken in Spanish. So I had no clue what was being said.
Work is so easy. I think one-eyed monkey could do great at this job. It's not all that complicated. In three days of work, I've made near $131. I haven't got sunburnt badly because I use spf 50 sunblock. By the end of the summer, I'm going to look like an indian.
Last night I spend a good deal of time trying to figure out what I do for a career. I'm thinking about being a massage therapist or a physical therapist. People have always told me that I'm really good at giving backrubs, so I'm going to try and pursue this. It is pretty complicated. You have to take a lot of anatomy classes. Oh well, until then I still being giving out backrubs for free. I don't even remember when I started give people backrubs. Couple of people say I have a gift. Hey, maybe this is my calling. I don't know. I've been thinking about it a lot. Physical therapist get paid a good deal of money. So if you have sore shoulders, give me a call. I might be able to do something about.

June 24, 2003

What's up with rascist people? I can't think of a worst way to spend your life. You basically spend it being pissed off at something that doesn't really matter. It doesn't really matter what race you are. It all depends if you are a good person. You think blaming your problems on someone else is going to help? It hasn't before, so why will it now?
I can't wait to get my first paycheck. I need to go buy some new clothes. Badly. I also need some new shoes. My work shoes are pretty dirty. I need to get to the gym.
I also need a girlfriend. I know some people may not think so, but I need someone. I don't know.
I know this blog has been short, but I will write a long one during the weekend. I promise

June 23, 2003

Today I started work at garwood's. It's pretty easy, but it's also boring. All you have to do is walk up and down the field and cut down taller than usual corn. I get paid 6.25 per hour and my lunch hour is from 11:15 to 1:00 so it's pretty good. Basically I'm getting to get some exercise and a tan. I don't know. I was planning on using the money I earn this summer to do some stuff to my car, but I don't think I want to spend my money on something that can easily be destroyed. I am thinking about going to camp woodward on my money. Memories aren't as near vulnerable as a car.