... that my mom is pretty awesome. I guarantee that I'm not trying to toot my own horn here, but I can tell where I got my generosity trait. Mom is a giver, even when she doesn't really have anything to give. O-mazing. I've been working for a while on being more Christ-like to my family. Funny how it's so easy to be a turd to the people who do the most for you.
In other news, I'm on a full-fledged hunt for a full time job. Help?
7.27.2009
7.23.2009
None of this will be entertaining. Or it might.
Newsflash: Panera doesn't like Xanga. Does anyone know why? It strikes me as a little odd. If you're really interested in my old blog, check 'er out.
Yesterday was gross, all day. I catch myself saying that a lot. It rained from the time I left the Harris home (at 5:30 am) and left for work (6:40 am), all through my 5 hour nap (at least I think so) and the entire time I was at Heine Brothers (until 11 pm). (I really don't normally use that many parenthesis.)
Weirdness, I really like rain. I love gloomy days. If I ever complain about the weather (unless there is something awesome going on outside), please remind me that I'm lying.
I should move to Europe.
Yesterday was gross, all day. I catch myself saying that a lot. It rained from the time I left the Harris home (at 5:30 am) and left for work (6:40 am), all through my 5 hour nap (at least I think so) and the entire time I was at Heine Brothers (until 11 pm). (I really don't normally use that many parenthesis.)
Weirdness, I really like rain. I love gloomy days. If I ever complain about the weather (unless there is something awesome going on outside), please remind me that I'm lying.
I should move to Europe.
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