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08/25/2002 entry: "The bigger, the better"

Bang bang bang...

Okay, so here's a few updates before I do my last few pre-bed things.

Right now, I feel clean and smell pretty (if I do say so myself).

Today I got some nice insoles for my shoes. I will find out how well they work tomorrow. If they don't, I plan on getting my money back, because it says I can on the package. If they do work, I'm going to attempt to send them back anyhow and get replacements so I don't have to buy new ones in 6 months (if I like them that much). If I don't, I'll return them anyways after my run at the bookstore is over and get my money back. Bwahaha.

Sara and I hung out today. Food, shopping for craft/jewelry things and watching my sister play Super Mario Bros 3 on our dusty Super Nintendo. Nifty.

Saturday Kevin and I watched Evil Dead, and I stole a Coke from Blockbuster unintentionally. I had it out on the counter, but the girl never rang it up. She was too busy wondering how in the world Kevin and I could watch that gross movie, and trying to sell me on Blockbuster Rewards as an incredibly bored and probably smarter coworker just stood there ignoring her and us. I hope he made fun of her for not ringing up the Coke, if he saw.

Friday, we watched Murder By Death. That movie and Clue are a couple of the few movies I can watch over and over and over.

In one week, we're having me/my sister's family birthday party. My parents/sister are giving me their gifts the weekend after though. I wanted it that way, I don't remember why. Doesn't matter.

Sara wants to take a roadtrip during my Spring Break. Hmm. I have to think about it more, but I have plenty of time.

Still trying to get Chris to confirm a Steven visit to my school's coffee house. :D I am so stubborn.

Uhh.. I think that's it. Work begins again tomorrow morning, and these insoles are officially going to be tested. Sara might visit me on Tuesday. I hope so, I need a familiar face or two that actually gives a flying fuck about me. Too many people that I know I know; but they just don't care. :\

I need a French Kicks CD. Mmm.

I'm thinking about trying out one of my songs in a new style. Well, a new style for me. Not anything groundbreaking. But, different. I'll let you know how that turns out. I'm not entirely confident about it, although if I do it the right way, I suppose it could be at least interesting.

Okay, bedtime. Maybe I'll have some more news tomorrow. I'm sure I'll at least have a story or two. The days at work seem to pass a tiny bit quicker every day, even though those last couple hours sometimes almost break me. Yikes, I think my feet are hurting just thinking about it. Stupid psychosomatic pains.

Okay, goodnight.