Wednesday, May 22, 2002

My summer job is going well. Today I cleaned some bathrooms, removed some forms from a concrete pour, and loaded half a semi-trailer with boxes that were all different sizes. I then destroyed some vegatation with a weed eater, in an attempt to beautify a railyard. It appeared to work. This evening I hoed some weeds out of our garden. I hope to plant some useful things in there soon. I also spent some time with my trombone. The lip feels good.

My bicycle has left the pickup and is in the garage safetly out of the weather. That is all for it.

Today did bring me some of my most favorite thing in the whole world...
WIND
Yes, it blew like it was trying to blow away my soul. I dealt with it fairly well though. It did blow a storm window off our house though and broke it. Another reason why wind is bad. Very bad.

I wish I had something exciting to say. People read these for entertainment. Unfortunately I am one of the most boring people I know. And that is not self-proclaimed. Ask anyone who has spent a Saturday night with me. You'll fall asleep in five minutes. Sorry. I will work on having some drama for the next entry.

Sunday, May 19, 2002

YYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It is now officially and fully over. I have somehow gotten through that horrible semester and find myself safely in my summer vacation. I checked out of the Anti-Society Chamber, Weyer 117, Saturday afternoon. I am now at home in Uehling.

I arrived home last night to find my father cleaning windows. I mean really cleaning windows. He had them all apart and was scraping them with a razor blade and scrubbing them to within an inch of their life. I helped him do this until 3am.

My brother, Henry, graduated from the big LV, High School. He took it very stoicly. We had a great party with friends and family. It was sunny and great. We just finished cleaning up.

My bicycle is currently still in my pickup where Jeff and I loaded it. In fact almost everything is still in my pickup. Unpacking is tomorrow's job.

It is good to be home. Its good to be summer. Its just good.

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