So where do i begin.
I need a job, and Chris has one set up for the summer. I really need one, at least something small, so i have a small bit of money.
But anyway, i'm currently writing a few stories, all of which i need to finish soon. i need to get them published. it would be just awesome if i had my name on a book. Just something about it seems so awesome to it's not like i want to be famous or anything. though that would be cool to. I just want to get my name out there. Be someones favorite. Like how James Patterson is my favorite.
And now my post must take a turn.
The thought that Chris was going to be paid, is now an urban legend. apparently the guy doesn't have the money to pay him. Why hire someone if you can't pay them. i don't get. But i guess i don't get a lot of things people do. Because most people are confusing to me. They say they are going to do one thing, and they end up doing another thing entirely. It's just tickles my pickle. And yes i said Tickles my pickle. It think it's funny, and expresses what i feel, with out using any swear words. Like Fudge, and shoot. But i guess now i'm just venting my feelings in a strange way. but at least there out there now, and not bottled up inside. So that later i don't explode. Mentally, and physically. Physically would be very bad. I think i want to stay intact. I think a lot of my friends would be very happy about that. Cuz i still need to hang out with a few of them, i haven't seen in forever. It would be nice to see them. Any way, i'm rambling. i guess see ya'll on the flip side.
