well, its late. or early, depending on how you look at things. I don't exactly know how late/early it is because my computers time is set to 7 am may 1st 1970. I don't know how it got like this or how to fix it. Maybe I have gone back in time, to live a simpler life, free of distractions and comfortable underwear--just like the movie "Split Infinity" where i go to meet my grandpa when he's young and learn a valuable lesson while teaching him something in return. also, i will not sell my farm during the depression and make a fortune on selling the land afterwards and then fund a childrens hospital. Whatever the reason, it is late, and i cant sleep. (and you need to rent split infinity)!
The good news is that i apparently get Internet when its early/late/1970 (which is weird because i didnt think mr. gore invented the internet till the nineties...). I have checked the forecast, looked at pictures of myself from my youngeryears on facebook and tried to find that site sister-christer showed me where you guess the von-trapp children names , but i couldn't. Maybe i should spend this time studying proper spelling and grammar. eh, no. (i had to try and spell grammar about 5 times, fyi).
i've been thinking about a lot of things during this restless time: what am i going to wear tomorrow? will people know i've worn it 4 times in the past week already? will a shower even help? I want sour candy. I should get those cavities filled this week. who am i? what is my purpose? why do boys smell bad? as you can see, i am most defiantly an intellectual.
update: it must be around 5. the garbage man just came. i remember them coming around 5 at bethel when i would just be getting back from the study lounge.
bret, the resident "groundskeeper" and creeper was outside sweeping tonight at midnight (of course, i dont know if it was actually midnight. i'm guessing based on the moons position and my sister getting into bed). The sweeping noise was very loud and stupid. I opened my window and said loudly "deanna. brett is sweeping. its really late. do you think i should tell joe (joe is the landlord)" and then i closed my window and ran away. do you think he heard? do you think he'll be mad? I hope not, cause sometimes i peek into his window and watch his big screen. i need our open blind relationship to remain. but i dont want him to sweep so late right under my window! oy vey!
that reminds me of another incident i had this week. all the maintenance people were maintencing our parking lot on monday, right after i got back from my trip. I had to move my car, so i begrudgingly woke up around 7, put my pants on and moved my car. i walked right past joe, hose, and the teen. Came back, took my pants off, got into bed and 5 minutes later i get a knock at the door. Tradition has it that Joe knocks about once before he unlocks the door himself and finds me laying in my bed. To avoid that i screamed JUST A MINUTE and threw on my pants faster than you can say bub's your uncle. When i opened the door I was surprised to see the teen standing there awkwardly. " you need to move your car" he said. "i already did" i replied. "are you sure" he asked me like I was an idiot. "yes, I just moved it" I retorted , heavy on the bitchiness. I felt bad about the tude, so i smiled real quick. Well, it got uncomfortable fast and he apologized and said something like "wrong room, uh, sorry". I think he knew i just put my pants on. I sneaked by the window and listed to him tell Joe, who i think is his father "dad, its not her car. that was embarrassing". mission accomplished for the day. sonia: 1. maintenance men : embarrassed. gosh, i hate wearing pants.
well, i don't know what else to entertain you with, so , um, bye
i put a jug of sunscreen on after seen this.
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