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I graduated. I kind of forgot to update. On June 5th, 2009 at 4:30 PM (I assume that's when we got out, I didn't check), I got the fuck out of McKinney High School. It's fantastic, because not only did I get out for the summer, I got out forever. They planned that out perfectly. Besides classes in the fall, I have nothing coming up that I have to stress about, besides finding a job of course. And as I apply more places, I find that they are hiring less and less. Am I just not qualified? Even in restaurants? Who knows, but I can't stop. I got a phone bill I have to pay and I need the money.
I got The Sims 3, but found out my computer totally can't handle it. I didn't think that with an Apple computer, it would require more RAM, simply because it still has to run it in a Windows-type program to function properly. Maybe when Apple gets more popular, or EA figures out a way to get their heads out of their asses, it'll require less RAM and everyone will be happy.
I'm going to see Blink 182 (!), All American Rejects (!) and Fall Out Boy (not so much) in September. Holy shit. It's like a dream come true for me. D: I'm so stoked it hurts. It's only $20 or so for lawn tickets, and I'm going with 2/3 of the Mexicans to pick them up on Wednesday. EEEEEE!
I also got my black belt. Granted it's 5 years a little late but that's what I get for being a lazy fat fuck. Until I get it embroidered with my name and rank I'll just wear my sister's, which so happens to also be how mine is gonna look. Hurray!
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| I'm typing this blog entry from a brand new Mac Mini with a brand new keyboard (don't worry I still have the same tablet mouse). And so far it's...different. Every time I type I feel like I'm going to break the keyboard. It took me a couple days to find the 'Word' equivalent. I still don't know what the hell 'Time Machine' is, and I bet it isn't as cool as it sounds. My printer doesn't work with it...
It sounds like a bunch of complaints but really I enjoy my new, bite-sized desktop computer. It's sleek, silver, oh so adorable, and the apps are pretty easy to handle. Oh, and one more complaint.
My Zune won't work with it. Damn you Microsoft and your stinginess with your programs. I now have to sell your product and get an overpriced iPod because you want to be competitive. Any other mp3 player would function with a Mac I'm sure. And the only problem is the Zune Music player (the only way to get music to and from Megatron, my Zune) is only downloadable for the PC. I'm sure there are hackers out there that can make it work for the Mac, but I'm not sure I wanna dive into all that yet on my new desktop. I could try the Leopard thing...if I could fuckin' find it....
In other news I'm single. Kind of. I'm still kind of 'attached' and I don't plan on looking for anything new any time soon. It's nice and complicated, as says my Facebook status.
And I saw the Toadies last night with said confused second party. It was awesome. I was screaming my head off during 'Possum Kingdom'. Since I've been there and all. Who would have thought a song about rape could be so catchy?
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| You've got the best of both worlds
You're the kind of girl who can take down a man,
And lift him back up again
You are strong but you're needy,
Humble but you're greedy
and Based on your body language,
and shoddy cursive I've been reading
You're style is quite selective,
though your mind is rather reckless
Well I guess it just suggests
that this is just what happiness is
And what a beautiful mess this is
It's like picking up trash in dresses
Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you write
Kind of turn themselves into knives
And don't mind my nerve you could call it fiction
But I like being submerged in your contradictions dear
'Cause here we are, here we are
Although you are biased I love your advice
Your comebacks they're quick
And probably have to do with your insecurities
There's no shame in being crazy,
Depending on how you take these
Words, I'm paraphrasing, this relationship we're staging
And what a beautiful mess this is
It's like picking up trash in dresses
Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you say
Kind of turn themselves into blades
kind and courteous is the life I've heard
But it's nice to say that we played in the dirt oh dear
Cause here we are, here we are
Here we are
We're still here
what a beautiful mess this is
it's like taking a guess when the only answer is yes.
and through timeless words and priceless pictures
we'll fly like birds not of this earth
and tides they turn and hearts disfigure
but that's no concern when we're wounded together
and we tore our dresses and stained our shirts
but it's nice today
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| I hate getting sick. Especially since it's only the stuffy nosed, shit-in-my-throat kind that doesn't merit a stay home from school. I sound like a dude when I talk, which, in retrospect, isn't that bad. Maybe my voice being lower will be less shrill and people will listen to me for once. Anyways, it's TAKS next week at school, so for four days straight I won't have to show up until 1PM. And all this week, I get to show up at 11 and 'go to the library' (leave) at 3:30. Senior life, ees guud.
In other news I'm still unemployed and paying a $64 phone bill every month. I might even have to ask my dad to pitch in if no one hires me soon. I've tried 16 places in the past month to no avail. =\ I'm all out of ideas. I guess I can wander around McKinney and see if there are places I haven't gotten to yet.
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| Last night there was a huge car wreck at the intersection of Hardin and El Dorado, two familiar streets in my town. There were two fire trucks, two ambulances, a helluva lot of cop cars and careflight copters were hovering around the scene. It was two cars: a Mercedes and a white truck. Apparently, the Mercedes missed the red light and sped through it, slamming into a left-turning truck that had the green yield sign. Both cars were full of kids from my school, including a friend of mine.
Last night someone told me he only had a concussion and he would be fine. Today someone said that he was in the ICU.
I guess I won't know the real story until I ask him, but I'm sure he's not gonna be rearing to talk about it as soon as he pops out of the hospital.
It was strange. I was at the McDonald's just by the intersection, and we didn't hear a thing. Suddenly we look behind us and there's a million red and blue lights, and a crowd of people gathering on all four corners of the intersection. Normally I would rant about how there are stupid sterotypical teenage drivers that give us all a bad name but I can't help but shake running over and seeing that wreck, the faces of people I recognized being lifted onto a stretcher and flown to the Plano Hospital.
Driving today I was super nervous, and probably pissed people off as an 'old lady' driver. I don't care. I got home safe today.
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