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I was feeling like a silly side walker today….

Well more like tonight. I was a little crabby and cranky. I had had a long day again. I set my alarm an hour earlier on accident so I woke up at the rong time. I shpuld have just went back to bed but Im lame so I didn’t do the logical thing. I did the Yarn monster mash. It was a woven smash…

I really need to stop with the dumb jokes. I am so sorry to any one that reads this.

work was work, and instead of taking my break and enjoying a mini table nap, I gave Mickey Green (who is my car) a mini groom. Mostly I just removed a bunch of crap from him. My poor Mickey was getting to the point of being a sorry persons car. I was running out of room for myself in him. Junk was starting to creep up onto the passenger side seat. I think I had about five pairs of shoes, three sweatshirts, two blankets, a million and  one cd cases without the cd’s on them, which means that ontop of the cases I had a million and one stray cds. I hade an uncountable amount of my "coffee straws", plenty of loose change, several books and one book I forgot to give my mom for her birthday on june 20th, A few notebooks, an elementry school yearbook, popcorn snow, several plastic bags, a screw driver, some sort of car liquid bottles, plenty of empty water bottles and soda bottles, dirt from a flower pot, mints, sun glasses, two stuffies (one Onceler and one monkey named Mr. Nealson) many pictures from various stages of my life, a flashlight, a painting of mine, many pieces of loose leaf paper,a few drawings kids have done for me, a lot of receipts, a couple hundred of my lists that I make for myself, about ten blank christmas cards, a birthday card to me, and a thank you card to me, freezer bags, sharpies, pens, and pencils, leaves, germs, particles, matter, and a little bit of pixie dust. Really…Its quite a shame. I am not a dirty person. This makes me sound pathetic, and to think I had all of this in my little Nissan. For some reason, keeping my car clean is impossible. I can keep other things clean, and am borderline ocd when it comes to keeping things in order…like chairs, and stacks of paper…etc…But my car….I don’t even know. I was sweeping it with a broom brush today. It must have been a sight to see. I was dressed in a cute dress while sweeping my car with my ass hanging out the open door, while frogstomp was playing in the cd player! 

Then again, as Mickey’s story goes, he is a recovering drug addict, so he does have his issues he is still trying to work out. He may be sober, but he just isn’t clean yet. He is a far cry…I mean wind shield wipe away from The Bronx! It will take time for him to get used to living in a smaller town with his cousin Dipty. He’s working the steps.

I embarrass myself.

Today a little girl at camp asked why I had "beara" feet. I told her "I dont, I have panda bear feet..rrrraaaaawwwrrrr" Do panda bears even roar? I will have to google that. But really, I had "beara" feet because I am constantly leaving my shoes around and forgetting where I put them. Yesterday I went home bare foot because I couldn’t find my shoes. don’t worry, I found them today…..In a whole other room. Then I lost them again, then found them again.

Professor child had another pacing while talking incident. I captured it on my camera today, but I will have to find a way to get it uploaded onto this laptop. He was behaving like a cat, and get this…telling a story about his uncles cat. Ha. I was ready to die.  He had this story going abut how his uncle got really drunk because he found out that his cat had an incurable cold  and was going to die. He said that his uncle had just gotten divorced fom his "aunt" (..and thats the lack of common sense I was telling you about) so the cat was his only companion, and he was so upset about the terminal diagnosis, that he decided to get drunk.Professor Child said that as like any other drunk person, his uncle bagan to dance around and whilst doing that he crushed up a bunch of human pills and put it in the cats water to try and heal the feline. He said that his uncle noticed that his cat made a funny face, but didn’t think much of it since it was still breathing and all. Then he said that the cat suddenly dropped dead and his uncle went on ahead to bed anyway. Next the Profeesor Child said that when his uncle awoke the next morning, he found his cat alive and well and that the cat was licking his ear, and that had happened because cats have nine lives.

And thats my story for the day.

I had to make cupcakes tonight for the fairy ball tomorrow. I should just shut my mouth when it comes to things like this. I got home pretty late tonight and the thought of making cupcake seemed awful. But now its did and done.

I need to go to bed.