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"If they're fast zombies, then I'm just going to kill myself  'cause that's bullshit. But if they're slow, dumb zombies then I'm good." -Unidentified source aka my little brother
He said this the other day when MS was over, in one of his saner, happier, more hilarious moments. Sometimes he gets so blood-boiling angry & I can't tell if it's because he's a fifteen year old boy or if it's because he's been dealt some fucked up genetics. Either way, he needs to get that shit locked down.

This past Saturday, I spent almost 7 full hours with J & our other friend(for the sake of this post we'll call him Ned) & it was a pretty nice time. We saw Snow White & the Huntsman (Super good) and then that night we went to the cigar box festival (Meh). I'm just super glad that Clairey D was able to go. I'm not sure what I thought a "cigar box festival" could be, but I just didn't expect it to literally be only cigar box guitars.
It was fun times until I got back to my house & realized that my license had somehow escaped the confines of my blue jeans pocket. I have the feeling that it popped out on one of the many occasions that I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket during one of the many cigar box guitar performances. My case has this rubbery feel to it so I can imagine that my license clung to it for dear life & then made a quick getaway once it was free. What sucks is that I didn't realize it was gone until I got home to my house. If I had realized sooner then J, Ned & I could have scavenged the Flying Monkey & then I wouldn't have had to lie to my grandparents about where I was today. I lie all the time & I feel like this was one of my more harmless lies. When I arrived at G&P's, I had just driven 2 hours without my license & I really didn't want to say, Oh by the way I lost my license on saturday so I'm going to skip work tomorrow & pay $18.50 to get a new one. I know it doesn't seem like a big deal AT ALL & it really isn't, but I just don't like feeling anxiety & sometimes I go to drastic measures to avoid anxiety. I was brought up on the philosophy, "ask for forgiveness not permission." Also, "not my fault" is a popular philosophy from my household. I never said it was the right philosophy.

It really was the luckiest timing for me to lose my license(if there even is a lucky time to lose stuff) because MJ & Jenner were off work today. Alabama state workers have Jefferson Davis' birthday off. Weird, but okay. So they came with me to the courthouse so that I could purchase a replacement license so that I could stop driving illegally. Thank baby jesus that they came because the lady said she needed somebody from the courthouse that could identify me. I was like, Bro I'm from Madison... I don't know anybody here. My cuz works for the state tho, does that count? & after some hubbub the lady finally gave me a temporary license. I think she gave me grief because I didn't have my birth certificate with me, but who carries that shit around?!?

When I was chauffeuring Jenner & MJ around, I got behind this really slow guy & Jenner was like, wow you are really patient. I'm not, but I thought that was really nice of her to say.

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Two finals on monday. Back to back. Not even worried. I should be, but you know how I do.
"Trojans in my head"
It's really hot in my car & it's super cold outside. Quiero una siesta màs que ir a mi empleo. Pretty sure I aced my spanish class. I wish Sr. Pacheco was teaching 102 next semester.
School blows. Also, walking up stairs blows.

These are the most brutal stairs I've ever climbed.

My jefe brought me a jesus book to read. I'll read anything. Or I should say, I'll try to read anything. It's pretty weird so far. All about how women are brought up to believe in fairytales because "god created us that way", but as adults, guys aren't good at romance. Well known concept, but there's an added twist. The book wants females to love god because he is supposedly the only one that will be your prince charming. Which is so creepy to me.  Also it talks a lot about women are guilty all the time for being not enough or too much. I relate to that. The feelings of being not nice enough or strong enough or skinny enough, but also feeling too emotional and too sensitive. Then they tie it into jesus & it loses me.
I wonder all the time if I should tell my jefe that I'm just not really into religion or should I just suck it up & go to their church. She probably talks to me about it at least 3 days a week & all I do is just sit there nodding my head. When, in reality, I have no idea what she's talking about nor do I want to know.
So I'm probably going to hell.


Boom. Blogged.

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Memorizing Spanish things while knitting! My favorite pastime! Minus the Spanish part.

Office Guy: "Hey how's it going?"
Me: "Hey! Good! How's how are you going?"
...I wish I didn't do this every single day

God I love knitting, but also I am so bad at it. All of my things turn out crooked and janky!


Sidenote: I must clarify that my Grandmother does not openly hate gays; She does so quietly in the privacy of her own home. It's not good either way, but I think it's better than running your big dumb mouth about it.

Dorm Life, y'all. Gopher is so much good.