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Friday, September 24, 2004

Got a 100% yesterday on my English report. :D I should be passing in that class now.

Managed to get enough of my math notebook done to get a passing grade. Now all I have to do is finish my science.

I'd kinda like to hang out again with Leif and Amanda, but without Amanda's little brother. Nice kid and all, did apologize for the shake spill in the car (probably with a little "encouragement" from Amanda.... :P) but my ears and back can only take so much damage. Besides, I don't know what I have planned for Sunday other than working in the morning at Perkins, and I'm willing to bet Amanda's working. And Leif said he didn't have a life. Maybe I can get him to wash dishes at Buffalo Point, as long as I can get him to promise me not to act so.... flamboyant, if you know what I mean. Bob and Erika are both very narrow-minded and homophobic, I'd hate to have to chew Erika out for talking bad about Leif. I've come close to doing that a number of times for multiple reasons.

Mom doesn't like the fact that I'm working nearly all day Saturday at Perkins and Buffalo Point, but I do it cause it keeps me away from the house. The only days I don't work are Monday and maybe Wednesday (paper route and CCD/Xtreme). Work Tuesday evening, Thursday and Friday evening, nearly all day Saturday, and Sunda morning. Hope I don't get too stressed out, I don't handle stress very well.

I -really- don't want to miss Oktoberfest. I bet at BP we'll get a bunch of elderly people instead of the usual family, groups of adults/young adults, and a few teens. (The teen part if few and far bewteen, at least alone or with friends anyway) And then Oktoberfest will end and everyone'll come rushing to catch up on what they missed. I want to go see my favorite tent (across the path from the beer tent, has all the knives, swords, Indian items, rocks and crystals, and other random things). Beer tent is my next favorite, and no I don't drink. I like to listen to the Denver Pipe Band.

I'm gonna end this entry, since I have nothing else to yak about.

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