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| My German teacher, Jonathan, is a
perfect fit for his job. He looks like a German. He is a stout man with
a round gut who is jolly and enthusiastic.
Here he is now!
I just had a dream that I was in a car, with my
German teacher. We were
outside of Keota, near Tallyrand and I was driving. He was pointing out
where someone else had driven crazily or something like that and then I
drove down the road. Next thing I know he has reached over and put
his arm around me and he's got both hands on the steering wheel and
stretches his
foot out on the gas. He floors it. We are flying down the road, his
cheek smooshed against mine. He is extremely giddy and is shouting
things in German. "Sehr
gut, ja?!"
First I'm creeped out and frightened, then I'm having fun, then we hear sirens and
he says "Are you kidding me?!" I'm scared to death again as he whips a
shitty in the middle of the road. We are still moving, now just
going backwards at an extremely high rate of speed. We are face to face
with the traffic behind us and we realize the sirens were coming from
an ambulance. "Thank god!" He says, then he whips it back around and
then my brother calls me and I wake up.
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| Things I saw on the sidewalk today:
An Imodium A.D. box
Two packets of hot salsa
A condom wrapper
Cigarette butts
A rubber oddity looking as though it came from a porn store
Mush that was once a sandwich
One bright yellow disposable dental floss pic
One paper plate
A sack of Diet Pepsi cans
Several scraps of paper
Everyone one has their firsts & lasts...
First best friend: Sarah Carr (I had no taste as a child)
First screen name: jennifermille65 -- the missing "r" caused much confusion
First funeral: My uncle's, i think i was 4-ish
First love: Has yet to happen
First CD: Probably Hanson
First pet name: My cat, Quicksilver
First piercing/tatoo: My ears were pierced with a saftey pin and a potato and the ripe age of 7
First big trip: California when I was 9
First flight: California when I was 9
First concert: R.E.M. -- I think I was in 6th grade
First job: Delivering the weekly shopper
Everyone also has their lasts...
Last car ride: Going to and from the library last night w/Jessica
Last time you cried: Mandy's wedding -- Oh god, did I cry. At least 7 times.
Last piercing: My lip
Last movie you watched: Shaun of the Dead
Last food you ate: Subway, soon to be a pizza
Last love: Yet to happen
Last song you listened to: Enfilade by At the Drive-In
Last temptation: To flip shit on a customer I guess
Last item bought: Flannery O'Connor's complete stories
Last annoyance: The girl in German class who flops her chest out
Last shirt worn: My overpriced Hawkeye sweatshirt that I bought because I was freezing
Last job you had: sCrUB Foods (customer service, beeyotch)
Last concert: Sum 41 & Blink 182 (oy)
Last phone call: J Muell
Last time at the mall: Yesterday, went for costumes, bought a book instead because that's the way I rock
Last kiss: Rick
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Don't forget the "Meat Meat."
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| I'm going to Indiana and then I'm moving.
I won't have internet unless I happen to have a wireless source to mooch off of.
And just like that, I give, and then I take. Don't be holding your breath for updates!
I leave you with this...
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So an interesting customer came through Customer Service. She was rude
and in a rush, and had this big money gram issue, which took forever
for me to fix. Well while she was waiting, she got a phone call on her
cell. I couldn't help but overhear her conversation because she was two
feet away and loud. I hear her say "Two girls for one night is [however
much]. Both the girls are very attractive." She keeps emphasizing that
the girls are attractive. Like holy hell, a pimp, a lady
pimp, in Iowa of all places. She had to write her phone number down for
the money gram thing so if any of you are interested in her services....
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