A Stray Dog, Accounting, and Alcoholism

Diary readers, I greet you with somber news: Sam has disappeared. Sam, of course, being what I christened the stray dog that ambled into our yard last week, as was detailed in the last entry. We’re guessing that he attempted to follow Mother’s truck when she went to work – which is likely how he got away from his home to begin with. At any rate, it’s certainly a tragic turn of fate, and I’m afraid that I’m unlikely to ever run across Sam again, but still, I will not forget the many lessons he taught me while he was here, including, but not limited to, don’t let a flea ridden dog lay on you for hours, or you’ll have fleas too.

On another note, I’d like to advise none of you to ever take an Accounting course in the summer. I’ve been swamped with the junk daily and will be for the next few weeks, up until I head to California. I could go without calculating how the budgeted manufacturing overhead cost compares with the actual results using a flexible budget for a while.

On a final alarming note, Kyle (I’m officially dropping the Spider name from here on, because it’s stopped amusing me and he doesn’t care), turned 21 a few weeks ago. And we all know what comes with that. Now, I basically don’t drink alcohol (yes, yes, I have drank it and I don’t think it’s a sin or evil, nor do I even have particularly bad experiences, I just don’t need to do it to prove my masculinity and I don’t have much desire to, ok?) so I’m already fearful that I’m going to become the official designated driver for the next year. Though, of course, Kyle claims that he’s only going to drink in moderation, so I have nothing to worry about.

You know, they say the first sign of a problem is denial . . .

october rain

July 19, 2006

I don’t need to take an accounting class…I’m working in an accounting office. Get a job. ^_^

ryn: Yeah, well I’m gonna make more money with my bestseller than you will at your…::psh::…”job.”

green2009

ohhh, gotta love managerial accounting. that’s what it’s called at my school…good luck!

Yesterdays_Girl

ryn: I probably don’t like Perks too much because he wrote the book in a really childish way. I know its because its a first person narrative, but oh well. I just thought it was immatures, tis all.

It’s sad about your dog. :o( But maybe he’ll be reunited with his family? I hope so. At least he taught you a valuable lesson. :o)

Miss Britt

July 20, 2006

Eww, Mat has fleas…

michael.

In order to have nights out, we generally skip over the concept of designated driver entirely and walk home.

i am a non-alcoholic-beverage drinker as well. mostly cause i can’t have booze with the drugs i’m on. which is probably another problem all by itself….

..also, very sorry about Sam. perhaps a stray goat will come your way and you can name him pete jr, and he can be your best friend? …maybe?

Maybe if the legal age for drinking alcohol in this country was 21 I wouldn’t have turned into a disgusting, loud, penniless 18 year old. Just a thought.Two years and it’s not a problem, but wow, what a birthday.

July 24, 2006

I’m not what you DO imagine me saying?

^not sure, I mean

ryn: I’ve been out of town, silly. I just got back today and I hadn’t gotten on AIM since I got home. But it’s sweet that you cared. ^_^ I guess I do avoid AIM when I’m down, don’t I…hrm.

July 26, 2006

RYN Says the guy who gets constantly congratulated on having an online girlfriend! But yeah, noters are fucking nuts.

heatherette

July 27, 2006

I’ve just made a discovery: I can leave really long notes without having to go through all the hassle of clicking “signed note” again and again. And so I thought to celebrate I’d leave you a nice long note. Hmm, only now I don’t know what to say. Oh, well there is one thing. Matt, from the many conversations I’ve had and even previous entries you’ve written you’ve made it very clear that your driving is horrid. Shouldn’t even have a license! I think you’ve said to me before. And yet you state here that you’ll be the designated driver? I’m not sure if that’s much better than letting Kyle drive with a few beers in his belly. Yes, it’s best the two of you walk home. I don’t want to find out on myspace of your tragic deaths. You wouldn’t want to do that to a girl now would you? But anyway, another concern I have is that it’s been over a week since your last update. Now I understand you have a demanding girlfriend and are taking a summer accounting class but what about your readers! Think of them! I just don’t think you’re giving them the proper respect they deserve. So stop reading this horribly rambling note and write us an entry! It better not be

about goats.