My stupid ass, all of second semester: "No, I'm just going to relax. For the first time since I was 13 I'm not going to have a summer job. I'm going to do absolutely nothing, it's gonna be great."

My stupid ass, now: "I wish I would have gotten a summer job... I'm so bored and poor." Really, honestly. I've been on break since last friday, but I wasn't bored then because I was in San Jose partying with the Ruiz family. Now I'm in SD, Alli's back at work, June Gloom is in full effect meaning no beach and I'm starting to lose my mind. It's like what? Tuesday? It hasn't even been a week yet. So far I have successfully burned all the music from my old computer to CD, and my next big "project" will be putting it on iTunes for use in the 'Pod. I also have a lot of laundry to do, but I'm not sure if I'm going to do the ironing today. Sounds like an Old School quote, "We're going to Home Depot..." That's my life people. And because I don't get paid in July, money management is crucial, so I can't afford to do things that would entertain me, like go to the movies, take road trips, or even buy bullets for hobo-hunting. Oh sure, I could take up part-time coyote work, trafficking Mexicans across the border for some spare cash, but the death of my motivation is already starting to sink in. Besides, it might just be easier to put condoms of cocaine in my butt. Uh, for smuggling.

posted by MAtt D. at 9:19 AM