Clap Hands 
factories and smoke
lørdag, mars 22, 2003
eh. there goes one weeke of spring break. what did i do? watch films i guess. ohhh i'm so classy I say "films" instead of "movies." yeah unh unh.
Today we went over to Fred's (elderly next-door neighbor) and looked at his stuff and I got a shitload including:
8mm film projecter
turntable
two wall hangings
two dresses
old magazines
an alarm clock
bike helmet
(worthless crap that I think is cool)
and pia got some stuff too.
yenyways. the week has not been bad. we've gone to war, but on a smaller scale i can say things are dandy. I made two friends...no wait there were those Independence people at the concert...but besides them...one is the french guy whose email mme. gave us. he's cool. he listens to Metallica and is a sculptor (honh honh HONH!!!)
I'm finally going to get some highway drivin' experience so now i can drive to more outta town places after this week. plus i get to see jenna and michael. and Iowa. oh yeahhhh. Iowa. I mean, "oh yeahhhh! Iowa!"
I wish people would say "sporadic" or "weird" instead of "random."
I need to clean my room. cause if i don't at least start on it, I will return on friday and open its doors and immediately fall to the floor because the stench will overpower me. plus my clothes get dirty and i can't find shit or i just step on it walking around. i still love it. ooo that reminds me of the typewriter. anywaya.
it's cool to talk about yourself a lot.
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