Whew:

Right then. I'm exhausted once again from a long days weeding. Only 5 today, but all in the blistering hot sun, squat on the ground. Ugh.

But enough of that.

I am determined to say something. Two years is too long to pretend someone doesn't exist and I'm tired of being the person that does so. I blame the attitude on my evil conscience . . . who is going to die one day, but until then I will rebel against him. I understand where my friends are coming from by saying "Don't bother," but the whole of it just frustrates me and for once I am going to be the better. Not to mention ignoring people doesn't really work in the end . . . no matter what happened to cause the ignoring.

(holy crap that little middle school girl is straight up dressed like a hooker, poor poor lass, following her are the young perverts making their lewd comments. One of them is thug-boy from the gym)

I think alot at work (surprise), in fact that is pretty much all I do in between pulling weeds and driving Mrs. Peters. I've actually had good stuff to think about lately though (and there was much rejoicing). Today I was formulating the beginning of a story where mankind is replaced by rabbits, thought about friends, thought about the brewery that is opening soon . . . beer sampler, and a possible future with "The Edge" (the new voice of integrity at FHSU . . . A newspaper. I would probably try and take over though because I can already see some mistakes they are making. IE: disrespecting the leader every chance they get and too much intro-esque stuff about the newspaper, what I figure is just get to the real stories because that is what it is about.)

We'll see.

Luv,
Clay