I am Making a Shirt.

It will say, in large block letters:

CIVIL ENGINEERS DO IT WITH REDUNDANT SAFETY PROTOCOLS.

My shirt is brilliant.

Man, I just got home. The park didn't close until 11, a full hour after we're supposed to. In that hour, subtracting salaries, wholesale prices, electricity, etc., we probably made a profit of about 25 bucks. Was that worth it?

The whole day was a wasteland. We didn't open until 4, and for the 7 hours we were open, the candy store as a whole made a total of about $350. Usually, just one register in the store, just one, will make $800 for a half-day.

$350 is abysmal.

Gruh, I have a bag of chocolate-covered coffee beans next to me here. I'm kind of addicted to these now. I had a few, and now I'm a little wired, and I have to awaken in less than 8 hours to open the store. Jesus.

Air America. Now there's something to talk about. My mom listens to it pretty much exclusively, and I was driving her car today. It's a little scary; I mean, I can see where the people who foam at the mouth listening to conservative radio come from. It's disturbingly easy to ride along with something if you already believe in the basic tenants. I mean, I'm fairly liberal, I guess, and I agree with a lot of stuff the Air America people say, but then they go all radical on me, and if I'm not careful, I go with them. I'm not even saying that they're wrong, even, it's just scary to get all worked up over a radio show.

I dunno, maybe I should be.

FIRST EVAR!!!

!!!

Wowza!

I've been teaching myself how to play poker; I figure maybe I can make some money if I get good enough. Big dreams, I know. Anyhow, I was playing five hands by myself just to get a feel for the probabilities and such, and in one hand, one group had a full house, one had a straight, and another had four kings. I mean, what are the chances of that happening?

Zilch, that's what.

Ok

Fine, damnit, I'll write another post. I don't leave for school for two and a half weeks, what else am I going to do around here?

Um.

Just got back from our cabin in sunny Raymond, Colorado, population about 150. It's nice up there; I like it. I get to do manly activities like chopping wood, throwing rocks, shooting arrows, and wrasslin' bears with my bare hands.

One of these days, I have a list of various technology I want to get for college; unfortunately, the whole list runs about 600 bucks, and that's about 600 bucks more than I have. My job goes pretty much toward college, and even though my parents are telling me to use graduation money for stuff, I'm not sure I want to.

Without further ado, my List o' Funz:

Scanner
Printer
Drawing Tablet
Camera
Speakers
Headphones
etcetera

See, all funz stuff.

I miss my friends. Friends who are reading: I miss you.

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