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This is a long over due entry. I tried writing one twice Monday i believe. I just didn't know where to start, how to say whast i need to say, and if my "friends" would really care. I can't divulge details but this has been a very trying week for my mind.
This past weekend brought to light some things I was never expecting to come face to face with, and those events added some sort of weight to my shoulders. I finished the last 20 pages in my offline journal writing about it!
This school week has been an eye opener, as my first impressions of my classes were not the correct ones. History classes are kicking me in the butt with all the reading.
Got stuff set up to go to Blockbuster training next saturday the 29th and start the following week.
I've been in the midst of interviewing for a possible job with a company called Sounthwestern. I would be gone for 12 weeks this summer, living with a host family in the New England area and I would get college credit for the business training i would receive. Plus the average amount of money i'd make would be 8 times that of the amount i made last summer. Mom is still skepticle but i still don't know if i'll get selected. I would have the opportunity to go back in following summers as well, with increasing pay every year.
This week i have been so incredibly tired, and i have no idea why. I guess i have been thinking of everything too much and never get in that deep sleep.
I never really realized just how much my parents lives are a mystery to me. Well anyone's lives for that matter. Huge things in the past are covered up, or locked up... I mean it has never really hit me taht people, people i love, keep these things locked away from me.
I had to talk to someone this week. It ended up being Adam. I'm glad he was there to listen to me. Somehow talking to anyone else seemed strange. That gave me a reality check as to how many close friends i really have. Lots of friends are nice, but the ones that really matter are rare and hard to come by. After talking to Adam things didn't seem quite as enormous as before. It was still on my mind, but when tought of a flood of unexplained, confusing emotions didn't come crashing down with it. Talking to him has gotton me through the week.
Thanks again Adam if ur reading this...
So soon i'll be working at Blockbuster, hopefully getting more sleep, and have something decent to write about in here.
Do you know how President T. Jefferson died?
cronic diarea (sp?)
What a crappy way to go...
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