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-MF Doom
-A Tribe Called Quest
-Paul Barman
-Treacherous Three
-Eyedea
-Hieroglyphics
-Jurassic 5
Now those are some great rappers, and it's better than any of the shit pop rap out there now that everyone knows. Of course most of the rap I listen to is underground rap, but that's the only way to go! It's the best kind of rap out there, the BEST! This winter break is gonna be sweet, I just can't fucking wait for it.
December 9 2002
The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers comes out in 9 days, MY GOD. I'm so freaking excited!
December 5 2002
All right, I haven't ranted in awhile because of the school musical Geoff is in. So, even when I did rant alot, nobody else ranted, so I stopped, now I think I'll start up again. But first, let me tell you a little story, a story of my trip to the mega-blue store that is, IKEA. On our family's way home from Chicago from thanksgiving my mother wanted to stop at the IKEA furniture store to "look at some things" and spend an hour there. Now, for those of you who don't know what the IKEA store is, it's this huge Swedish furniture store. If you've ever seen Fight Club, the furniture company that they mock is based on IKEA. So, anyway, I just wanted to get home and sleep in my bed, we were 6 hours away, I didn't want to spend anymore time in Illinois. But my dad stopped at IKEA and they left to search for furniture to buy...or something. 40 minutes pass by as I sit in the cold car, blasting music from my dad's new car, when I feel mother nature callin'. So I get out of the car, walk the length and breadth of the land, passing by BMWs, Iowa-plated Jaguars when I get to entrance, or as I liked to call it--the enormous entrance that only the fucking green giant could get through. I walk in, look at the wall map of where things are, where the cafe and phone stations are, etc., just looking for the restrooms. I find them on the map and proceed to walk into the gigantic IKEA store, the cash registers going endless, miles and miles down. I slowly walk past people trying to pay for their Swedish Horf-en-dorf clothing and furniture, when I brush up against something. What is it? Why I hear the sound of glass shattering. I turn around and see I've shattered three cartons of wine glasses. Whoops, is what I say. I look around for someone who works there, and just as I do a tall black man walks out of the restroom, sees the glass, me and sighs. I sigh too and walk into the bathroom, take a shit and leave exactly how I came in. Went back into the car, and continued to blast Geto Boys in the car. So what I leave to IKEA are some wine glasses broken, and my feces. I harmed the ground people walk on, and then fouled the air inside the bathroom with my large poop. That's all I have to say, I'm tired now.
November 21 2002
I hate customers, I really, really hate people who come to Cecil's. I hates them. Let me tell you a story, it's 10 minutes before we close, which is basically time to count down till we close up. By then we should already be done with everything, cleaning up, mopping, sweeping, etc. But today, we had an unexpected amount of more-than-regular customers, so our work was more than doubled. By the time it was 10 to 9, Andy was still cleaning one of the slicers, which should have been done more than 20 minutes ago. But..gee fucking wizz, a customer comes in and wants a half pound of four items, god dammit. We had just cleaned the slicers and were ready to close, but this assholes comes in and orders this shit. So we do it, and give it to him, and he leaves, we have 5 minutes to clean two slicers, put one in the dishwasher, put it back together, and mop the back deli area, put away the money, turn off all the lights, and lock up. Well, to make a long story short, I left Cecil's deli at 9:10 with my coat, bleached fingers, and two meaty-sized cut fingers, gushing with blood. I'll leave it at that, and this: I hate customers, they're big sacks of shit.
November 5 2002
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October 29 2002
So, in my economics class today I got pissed off. I got really pissed off. There's this girl in that class, a real bitch, a real asshole hippy who wears the same damn pants everyday. She even made it herself, and painted all the symbols of peace, no war, and all the tree-hugging shit that those damn hippies protest about. She's short, and has nasty, crusty hair, it never looks like she showers, nasty dog she is. Everytime she speaks she makes me want to smash my head into the desk. But today was the last straw from this politically-involved, dirty hippy. She usually goes in front of the class and announces something about some damn protest coming up, or how this society is this and blah, blah, blah. I never listen to her, she's just an annoying asshole. But today, she sparked my goose, as they say, she tooted my horn--and not in a good way. Let's start out with what she said, and it went a little something like this.
Okay, today we're going to take these flyers, which look like actual tickets, but they're not, and post them on peoples' SUVs. It tells of the dangers of SUVs and how they harm the environment. There are going to be some people from Central, and some from Macalaster, so come if you want.
-smack upside the head
-a punch in the face
-kick in the face
-torch their underwear
-find a metal pole and whack them across the head
-trip them down the stairs
-smash their head into a locker
-stick a wooden pole in their eye
-throw them to the ground
-tape shut their mouth and rip it off, and continue to do so for six hours
-throw a computer monitor at their head
-throw a stereo at their head
-punch their gut
-smash their fingers in a wooden door
-throw a desk at them
-ram their head into a metal trash can
-ram their head into a metal door
-stomp on their feet
-and lastly I'd give 'em another punch in the face
October 27 2002
Seven days ago I posted. Seven. Which is better, 7-Up, or Sprite? Sprite. I loathe any Pepsi product. Well, it's almost frickin' November, I can't believe that shit. With the realization of the 1-year anniversary of September 11th, I realized how fast the year of 2002 had gone by. It felt like this year only lasted a couple of months, it almost feels like I've wasted a year, doing nothing. Now I know how it feels to waste a year of my life. It feels pretty shitty. The whole news of Wellstone dying, that's pretty shitty. I'd be more sad if I knew the guy, but I really didn't. I was in the computer room when I heard the news, it was unexpected yes, but I wasn't all that sad, eh.
All right, enough of the downer news. On Friday I was supposed to be gone, I had an appointment to go down to Milwaukee to the University for their open house to take a look at their film school. And as I was walking up that day at 5:00am, I thought I really should stay home, the senior pictures are today. I told my dad, and he understood it, cancelled the hotel reservations, and two hours later....I went to school. And, it was worth it, eh. I'm only a senior once, and we only do this thing once, so I couldn't not be in it. The day started pretty well, our family went out to breakfast right as The Copper Dome was opening, had a pretty decent, full meal, and went off to school. First hour was great, we watched a movie, a boring one, but it was a movie, which meant I could sleep. Second hour was good, and third hour--well, we didn't even have a third hour! ha. The steps picture was pretty annoying, and I didn't like it that much. But when we got to the field, that was pretty fun. The 03 picture will look pretty sad, but I don't think it's our fault, it's those damn workers who made the 0 and the 3 so damn big! After that was a group pictures, which was pretty damn fun. I jumped in to about four or five of peoples' pictures, which is what I stated I would do early at that breakfast, to my parents. It was pretty fun even if our little "group" didn't get in a photo together, it was fun. I skipped a trip to be there, so I might as well have had a good time, or it would have been a waste.
I got back in school, and decided to stay in school until 2:00, until the play practice started. So, for the nest hour I spent wandering the halls, whistling, peeking inside classes I shouldn't, etc. It was b o r i n g. Then I decided, hey, I could go to Mr. Reinhardt's room, mess around on the computer for awhile. So I went down there and he said to come back at noon. So, away I went to lunch B, sat down with some people for awhile and walked out. Scroggins stopped me and asked in that toofless voice, "Where you going boy?", I said I just visited some friends, "Oh no, no, you can't just do that, where you got to go?", You see the thing is, I only have three classes, "Oh, okay." And I left to the Computer Room. But, what the shit?, he wasn't there. *sigh*, I wandered the halls some more and ran into Gertie, I followed her to her classroom and left. Got--this is getting really repetitive, sorry. Long story short, I spent from 12:20-2:00 in the computer tech room on Photoshop, went to play practice and did absolutely nothing, and came home near 4:00. Whew! Later that night I saw Punch-Drunk Love, my favorite movie of the year, great, great movie. I'm done now.
October 20 2002
I finished it, here it is:
Aces High
October 20 2002
when it comes to being self-conscious about my writing skills and movie making skills, I have as Hannibal Lector would say, "oodles." I am a genius! I am a fucking genius! How can one man like me be so good at what I do? I don't know, but I am. Ha, ha! A little over 24 hours ago I said to myself "I should write a script that people from school and I could make." And about 30 hours later, that script it just about finished. 40 pages of cool dialogue and about 10 or 12 of one tense card game. I should finish this tonight, and for whoever wants to read it, I'll post it up on my site, and bring it to school Tuesday. Geoff Thomas is the man, no doubt. It's time to get fonky!
October 14 2002
Yes, the senior polls. I myself am not on any of them. That's ok I guess, but I think I am going to win an oscar someday. For directing, yes, for directing. I know I will, but nobody else does. Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette. Puff, puff, puff and if you smoke yourself to death, tell Saint Peter at the golden gates that you hates to make him wait, you gotta have another cigarette.
The play is going good I could say, and it is. It's very fun, I've never had this much fun before, it's fun to have fun, in this play, we have fun. Well, it's October, and ranting season is in effect. I guess. School year has gone good, the rants seem to be more real than befo', I hope the rest of the school year goes better.
October 13 2002
I hate the Twins, I hate anaheim, i hate everyone from or associated with california. Fuck those assholes, I hope they all die in a fucking earthquake those sons of bitches.
October 11 2002
October 10 2002..minute later
i probably shouldn't have ranted, sorry.
October 10 2002
Okay good, now the people start to rant. To repsond to the rants made, I will be hypocritical and not post a rant for many, many full moons ahead. I'm just kidding! I have the nothing to rant about today, berry, berry strange. Okay, another story from the world of jewish deli. It was again slow as fucking hell tonight, and this old lady comes in and orders some stuff, so I let the guy next to me, Travis, take the order. Next thing you know she's bossing him around on slicing the corned beef, how wrong it's sliced, being a real asshole. I really wanted to take my fist and slam my knuckles into her eye sockets and kick her in the fucking face. But I couldn't, cause I'd get fired. That would not be good. But she bosses this guy around for about another ten minutes, looking over at me as if I know what she's talking about. "well, the other guy that was here did it this way." blah, blah, blah. This bitch was talking, talking and shit, slice it this way, cut the damn meat you bastard, blah blah. I wished she could shut her fucking mouth. But she didn't, so I went back to the dishwashing area and drank some water with ice in it. I came back and she was still there. THen she called herself a "PIA", whic both Travis and I learned later meant "Pain in the Ass". She also called herself a "bitch" and a "mean bastard." She wasn't too bad for an old lady with a grudge against deli workers trying to make a living. The night ended early and I drove home to hieroglyphics, but--whoops, I forgot to clock out. So I drove back and clocked out. So I just got paid for 15 minutes of me driving home, and driving back to Cecil's. HA HA HA HA! But then I have to pay $200 bucks for working out, have to wait another week to get mu digital camcorder, dammit! The play is fun, I am having a good time. It's fun time. To have, at school. i balance a lot of stuff you know, I AM DRUNK, i work out, i have a job that i work 20 hrs. a week at, and i have play practice. plus on top of that, i go to school, and drive a car and have to write my name on papers, it's a lot.to.do.com.catch the flip side on you people
October 9 2002
You know it is sad that some people even have space on this site and don't do anything. I mean, it's not manditory to write a rant on here, hell, you don't even have to write non stop like I sometimes do. Just how about once a week, or something. Because you have the space, why not use it? Some people haven't written shit since summer ended, which is understanding, but at least write something once and awhile, eh? Just commenting.
October 7 2002
I think I erased some of my first rants, dammit. The one about fart clouds, the first will always remain as a classic. I think I'm going to buy a digital camcorder soon, I'm going to wait until the Twins beat the Angels to buy world series tickets. But after that, I'll be buying a digital camcorder and making a movie with people in it.
October 3 2002
Well, I'm sitting at home, typing on the computer. When other people out there are at the game. Well, it's 9:36, and I doubt that the game is still going on, so I won't go anyway, or even try....maybe I will. Damn work kept me from going to the one game I always go to every year to blow my air horn to the crowd! Dammit! I'm just glad I didn't have to go to the pep fest, that's the only part of school I hate, it always made my ears hurt. I've got nothing to say tonight. Wait, at my work, there was 25 mins. left till we could close, and guess what happened? These old farts came in and ordered 2 lbs. of corn beef and 1 lb. of cheese. Well, this pissed off me and my co-worker, I had to sweep up, and he had to clean the slicers, but these two old guys kept on talking about how much they like cats. "Well, if they start meowing to ya, and you understand, you know it's too late." Ha, ha, ha, very funny, now get the fuck outta the store. This one guy and his wife and kid were waiting for their food, and the other old jewish man was conversing with him about cats and the ford plant, etc. Then I ask him what he wants to get at the deli? He asks for everything that we don't have, and tells me we have it and to go and look for it. Asshole old people. I go back, to humor him, but there's not chopped liver. "Any of this?" "No." "Well, are you sure?" "Yup, positive, sorry." "Well, I've been telling this guy about it, and you don't have it?" "Nope, sorry." I could really sometimes take a knife to these old people and stab them in the eye, they piss me off so much. But eventually he left, and only got a candy bar, and we raced to get the work done in the ten minutes we had to get outta there. The "foriegners" left, Salaam and the dishwashing guy, so we had to leave. Left the deli and went into the car, came home listening to some James Brown. Watched ER and realized after reading a rant on this site that the game was tonight, wrote this rant and regretted missing the game. This is my last year, and I missed the homecoming game. Shit. I hope we won, I bet we did. The only time I miss the homecoming game, we win. All the other times, even in '99 & when my bro went there, they won once I think. Tomorrow is Friday, Red Dragon opens, and I'm gonna suck my gut in and be a fucking man, I'm not letting this chance pass by me this time. I don't want to look back on this like the rest and say, this could have happened, I could have done this. No, no fucking way. I'm sick of it. peace out.
September 26 2002
You know I always wonder if people actually read this. Well I got a part in the play, without a callback even. I remember being so pissed at not getting a call back, that I wasn't even good enough to get a call back made me kind of depressed. Made me think I could do nothing right, but then when I found out that I actually got a part....holy shit. I was that good that I didn't even need a call back? Fuckin' a. I didn't want to jinx it before, so that's why I didn't post anything on the part I got. I think it's amazing, actually. I've never been in a play before in my life, with the exception of playing "Cow #2" at my church's birth of jesus play, nothing. I don't act, I can hardly sing, and I can't dance for shit. But, I won't complain on their choice, they picked a very handsome guy to play the Constable, ME! HAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAAHHHAAAA! Yeah, I guess I owe actually making it into the play to myself, with lots and lots of years of walking home, and talking to myself and having lots of conversations with different people in my head for about 2-3 hrs. a day for 4+ years. I guess that helped. This'll be fun. I love being a senior, no homework for tonight, tomorrow I have two classes, and then a senior meeting, and I'm DONE! Ha HA!
September 23 2002
I read other people's rants, and it makes me want to rant. It makes me want to laugh at how funny the shit they write is. So, there's supposed to be a "Senior walkout" on Friday right before advisory? Well, ok. I only have one more hour left after advisory, I guess I could lose it and still have a good day. Ha, ha. Anyway, it really makes me laugh when other people talk about their advisories. Because in mine, we do shit, absolutely shit. Lemme tell ya a story that happened today. I was walking to my advisory, when I remembered that I had Mr. Niland's Western Civ. book in my backpack that I still had from last year. So I was passing his room and decided to drop it off, get it off my hands, y'know. I opened the door and walked in, all of these freshmen kids are sitting in their desks, fooling around, not listening to what Mr. Niland has to say. While Niland is yelling, literally, yelling at these kids, I didn't hear all of what he said, or rather, I didn't really listen. But he said something to the effect of "this is a class! Put out your notebooks and get to work!" I gave him the book and left, and said to myself, "damn, I'd hate to be in there right now." So I walked down the hallway to my advisory, in my same homeroom for 3 years. I walked in and sat down, Mr. Mead pulled out a sheet of paper and began to talk as if he was instructing us to do something. The whole class began to sigh, saying "Oh know, that's not an assignment, is it?", he just said "No, it's Wednesday's schedule." So he read the schedule, and after, played the rest of the HBO's greatest sports players video of Bill Russell. Mr. Mead doesn't care about advisory, he doesn't give a shit. Which is great. So far, we've learned about Johnny U and now Bill Russell, next? Who knows, but it'll probably be another movie. And whenever people talk about how much they hate their advisories, or the work they have to do in it, I just laugh. Cause they've just got shat on, and they smell like a monkey's asshole on a hot day.
September 19 2002
I also tried out for the musical, and did my hardest to actually try and sing and actually move my feet and dance. I acted all right I think, I yelled alot. But then today I go hesitantly to look at the call-back list, and those cocksucking mother fuckers didn't even give me a god damn call back! Those mother fucker sons of bitches!!!!! I wanted to kill every mother fucking one of them, the assholes. But then towards the end of the afternoon I realized....hey, there's only 15 or so guys on the list, and I bet they're all for speaking parts...or main roles. Then I thought, "Hey, I actually could be in the play. Maybe some drunk jew in the background or something. Yeah, that'd be tight!" So now I'm not as pissed as I was this morning. Man was I depressed as hell, I thought I was so bad that I didn't even get a call back, why the hell would they want me in the play? It seems that I've been cursed, because last time I tried out for one of these things, I always got stuck with the guys that were ten times better than me at singing and dancing and shit. And this chubby guy next to Anthony Galloway dancing, who do you think is going to get a call back? I don't really care anymore, I'll just go up to one of the directors and ask for a part or something, shit, I should. I'm a fucking senior......with no.....theater experience at all.....hmmmmm......maybe that's why I didn't get a call back. Maybe. peace out.
September 18 2002
TO: All
RE: Sefani's rant
Yeah, a lot of people aren't ranting, because either they're out of high school or are a senior. And let me tell you, life is a lot easier when you're a senior in high school. And I mean a whole shitload easier. Yeah you wake up at the same time, go through the same routine like everyone else. But when the end of third hour comes, you just walk out the building, tip your hat to Gloria and head home. It's fuckin' great. And for the poor unfortunate souls that have six classes, I pity you and what you go through each day. I saw Ben Levinger outside school the other day as I was walking home, I told him this is when I get out of school, and he said exactly what I was hoping to do, I "beat the system." Hell yeah. I can really relax about school now, I'm really relaxed now, and I like it. But....I'm still not doing my homework...oh well, I'll try to do that as well. But for now, I'm not going to rant about miniscule things; when I get home at 11:10 and eat Chipotle burritos for lunch, watch movies all day and take naps whenever I want. Because there's no reason to rant about that, EH?! No. I think I can speak for all seniors when I say that this will probably be our best year in high school, and for me at least, it already has been. I'm just glad I won't have to go to any of those damn pep fests.
September 16 2002
I guess I have nothing to rant about today, but all of the jackasses at school. Those god damn freshmen...ahh forget it, I won't waste my energy ranting about them. Same ol', same ol' I guess....nothing really good to rant about. Sorry.
September 9 2002
Wait...who's mad at who? They said that--I'm confused.....what happened? I fell asleep for awhile and....ahhh forget it.
September 6 2002
Well, not to jinx it or anything, but basing off of these past couple of school days, I must have to say that this has quite possibly been the best first week of school for me. Tuesday, nothing happened in any of my classes, then I left at 11:00. Wednesday, in classes we continued to do "get-to-know-you" games, then I left at 11:00 and watched Pulp Fiction for the rest of the day. Thursday, a bit more stuff happened in my classes, but not that much. Then I went home at 11:00 and drove to Chipotle and had me a great lunch. Then on the way back I saw that Cecil's on Cleveland was hiring. So I thought, "Hey, this is just what I needed, I've been looking for a job to keep me busy." So I stopped in, filled out an application, and was hired on the spot. And I start today at 1. Pretty cool week, considering the last day--school was cancelled! Ahhh....this was a great week, I just need to make it better, y'know, now I'll be getting a continous flow of money, plus the 500-700 bucks from my State Fair job I'll be getting on Sat., then I'll get a camcorder, and I AM making a movie. I could hang out a school or something, but I am making one. Now, alls I need is to stop stalling and get a fucking girlfriend. Damn my god damn shyness. Sorry. I hope everyone else had a great 18 hours of school this week. Ha, ha. I enjoyed my 9 hours of schooling this week. See ya around.
September 3 2002
So, first day of school. I don't want to jinx it but today was not all that bad. I woke up at 7:00, and I really wasn't all that tired, even though I went to bed at 1:30. I quickly ate some cereal and my mom drove me. Went to the friggin' advisory, and then went to my English class. If god wanted me to get to know alot of sophomores, he could have just introduced me to them, or something. Or while I yell at them in the hallways, one of them yell back or something. But not this, why this? Why do I have to be in an English class that is 90% sophomores?! I know exactly what I'm in for, bad jokes, little kids trying to act "cool", they have no idea how stupid they look. But the freshmen are worse. Yes, they always are. Then I went to computer tech class, that's cool, although I know probably more than half of the stuff we're going to be learning. Then, Mr. Cherin's class with alot of people I know. Then....I left and went home, got me some Taco Bell and rode my moped around town until 2, then I worked out, came home and had some steak and potatoes and watched The Rookie. Not a bad movie, it really made me remember my days as a baseball player, baseball is the greatest sport. I hope tomorrow is a good day.
September 2 2002
Well, since two people did a recollection of their summer, I will too. My summer really did start off to a bad note and was destined to be boring, mundane and the first day of summer was a bad omen. The first day of summer I was sick in bed, and I stayed there for three days. But I think that this summer was a summer for me to mature, and I think I did. I got my license, I lost probably around 20 lbs., gained a shitload of muscle I didn't know I could ever have, I made a lot of money, around 900 bucks. It was a kind of boring summer for me because I hardly saw anyone I knew or anyone of my friends. Which made me very, very, very, very lonely. I was probably the lonliest mother fucker on the planet. But once i got the job at the Fair, I wasn't so lonely, because I was surrounded by people all day. Although that meant distancing myself a large amount from my family. But it's all good. I am extremely hoping for a good year this school year, rather than my usual angry hatred towards school, I hope and plan to have fun this year, which I really haven't done in the past. So I hope that this year will be great, but I'm not jinxing it, so I'll just hope for the best. School starts tomorrow, but I only have to be there for 3 hours, thank god. But I might just hang out at school for awhile, catch up with friends and shit. But my mom wants me to get a job, so I might do that too. Happy hunting.
August 30 2002
Well today was not that bad. I woke up at 10:00 and drove my moped to school for a meeting with my guidance counselor at 11:00. And I am so happy. I only have 3 classes. THREE! And I'll be getting out of school around 11:00 or so. Fuckin' a, as they say. But then me parents are sayin "You gotta spend your time wisely", I just wanna hang out, or make movies in my spare time. I will hopefully get a job during the school year, and will work out almost everyday. But I really want to do nothing. Although that's what I'm doing now besides the fair job. But I guess I'll be busy this year still with only 3 classes. Computer Tech 1, Economics w/Cherin & Creative Writing. Easy, and I will hopefully all get A's in those classes. It's gonna be so much fun yo. I think I want the title in the year book, "Student hardly seen in class: Geoff Thomas". That'd be fuckin' bitchin. I am just hoping for a good year, a better year than last, is all that I'm asking.....and....to finally make my dream come true. To be a HARLEM GLOBETROTTER!!!
/cue whistling theme to globetrotters, Geoff walks out and flies through the air, does a somersault, makes a balloon animal, and slams dunk by jumping off of six other globetrotters, and finally plays turmpet while hanging onto the rim
August 28 2002
Well, I must say again, when other people post up their rants, I feel obligated to post a new rant myself. So here goes. GOD DAMN FUCKING SHIT WITH ALL THIS CRAP, FUCKING WHORES AT WOOOORRRRKKK!!!! I HATE THE FUCKING WORLD, SHIT, ASSHOLE, DDDDAAAAMMMMIIIITTTT!!!!!
Enough of rants, I'd like to talk about something else. I am actually sort of excited about school as well, it beats the shit outta standing in front of hot steamy piles of hot dogs all day. I really want this year's prank to kick the piss outta all of the other ones in the past. I really don't remember last year's prank, if there even was one at all. But I think we should have at least 5 groups of people doing pranks in one night. Maybe one group put piles of dog shit throughout the hallways, on the carpet and such. One group could put something in all of the toilets, that blue shit, or 15 goldfish in each toilet bowl, something like that. Another group could do the obvious chalk, or spray painting of the sidewalks bouting how great the senior class is. Another group could glue shit to the desks, or walls, or floors. I don't know, those are some ideas I had right now. I always thought it would be cool to put a car in the second floor hallway, a geo metro or a mini. But how we would do that? I don't know. Maybe we could change all of the screens so they say dirty things, like "Today's word: ass-rammer", sumthin' like that. *sigh* Summer is almost over though, and.....uh......I already want it to be over, no i don't. It'll be fun to make fun of the freshmen and do what ever we want (knock on wood). Bye.
August 26 2002
So, I too work at the fair, go to work at 4:00, leave around 11:30pm, and go to bed around 1 or 2 in the morning. I hate it. It's the easiest frickin' job I've ever had, but I gotta stand all day, wear these shitty polyethylene gloves that stick to my sweaty hands, work in this tight small space right next to the grill. Although I have found it easy to slack off even at this simple job. All I do is make the hot dogs, I put on the relish, the god damn mustard and the air-intoxicating onions. It ain't that hard, is it? No. But it's boring as hell sometimes, especially when the band playing in the garden sounds like shit and they play the same damn music over, and over, and over, and over again. THen we gotta yell at the customers, then our voices go out. It pisses me off!
*sigh* Other than that I'm not that cranky or chunkin' stones at anyone. But from this job I'm getting probably around 600-700 bucks, which is probably the most money I would have....ever, at once. I either spend it on DVDs or something called a "camcorder". Although that's what I'm using this money for, to buy me a digital camcorder. Then, I've got a job lined up after the fair, hopefully, that I should have throughout the school year. And I've had a job at the fair once before, in 1999, and now. But next time I go to the fair when I'm not working there, I don't care about the people working there, I'll piss on their day and make 'em work for their goddamn money! If they don't want a job that deals with idiot customers (i.e. the whole state of Minnestoa), then quit and work as a fucking janitor. But the one thing that makes up for this dull job, is the girls. There's a shitload that walk through this place every day, and I looove staring at 'em. Especially the drunk girls that flirt and dance in front of the restaurant, it's niiiice!