My aunt "10" is goofy. She's been wanting me to go back to the grocery store ever since I quit. My dad, too, actually. Dad wants me to go back, because I had insurance. 10 won't really say why she wants me to go back. She just constantly says, "You miss your store, don't you, honey?" And, "I believe you want to go back to the store." Stuff like that. Weird... I called her a few minutes ago. The first thing she said, when I told her I quit Magic Mart, was, "Are you going back to the store?" Crazy old woman!
A secretary... Hey, you know what's neat about this? My first day of working at Kmart was on October 4, 2001. Well, my first day at this real estate agency will be on October 4, 2005. Heh.
I take "10" to get her groceries every Thursday. Well, almost every Thursday, we'll get on the scales at Wal Mart, just to see how much weight we've been gaining. The neat thing about Wal Mart's scales is that you get your fortune read afterward. Sure, the fortune usually says something like, "Go on a diet," or "Happiness is the key to life," or something useless. Well... Last Thursday, after I got weighed, my fortune said, "You will find a better job." WHAT?! How do you know?! I didn't even tell you I was looking for a better job, man! Freaky... Same thing with this week's TV Guide. My fortune said something like, "Things are finally starting to go your way. Don't get too cocky, but remain optimistic." As if the TV Guide knew what I wrote in my last blog (the one about being pessimistic). Weird, man...
I don't know... I could just type anything, you know? Just something to kinda work on my speed, or something... But, I can't really think of anything. My life just isn't very exciting. So... This is my day off. I'll be around all day. Wanna hang out, or something?
Oh, here's another beach picture. This was an out-take from the photo album. I stand by these signs on the beach, every year, and Mom takes a picture of me there. I was going for it again this year. I was standing there, smiling, forever. It would've been a good picture, if Mom would've just snapped the freakin' picture! Anyway, I thought she got the picture, after about 2 minutes, so I stopped my pose... Then, she took the picture! D'oh! But, my point is... Look how sad I was!
