Today is my 5th day working. Oh yes, I've been at the store 5 days straight and already I cannot handle it. It went okay. A dude came in and bought out the stargate and star trek figures to a total of 500$. Oh yes, that's hardcore. This dude (who has come in often) all he did was tell me things without me saying much. His whole life story and all I did was stand and stare at him blankly. Twas compalining about the price of the megatron die-cast, complaining about not having first issues. Damn dude, damn. I came home, took Vicki out to eat and rented a bitch load of movies. Then I went out with Allen, and he bought me a pack of halls! hahahaha then we hit the Dennies. The dude did mention an ex-girlfriend. That doesn't make me nervous.

Wow, I haven't written a journal entry in ages. Where to begin… I'm not motivated at school; the word seems mindless and systematic. Not cool, trying to get motivated, trying to put work into it. I'm getting confused results. So Richard gave me his car finally, and I learned how to drive it twice. It's difficult; I've staled many times over and over again. That jerk forced me to Parallel Park as the ultimate test. Gotten to a point where I’m uncomfortable trying to drive it. I feel threatened if there are other people on the road with me. Just starting the car bothers me; I can’t change gears smoothly enough to get the car going. Fucking frustrating. Will I ever be able to drive smoothly like everyone else eventually?! One day?! If Aimee’s retard cousin can do it, I can do it…Time to get a license plate.

Dangerous Wrinkles...