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Okay...I know it's been way too long. But I haven't had time. Between slaving for the bastards at County Market, playing D&D with some friends (don't laugh), and hanging around with girls, I haven't had time. Update: Just saw A.I. Not too bad, but a little much...I think it would've been better had Stanely Kubrick done it (he was originally supposed to, but yeah, he died). It was almost too "feel-good" for me. I'm still trudging through the final chapters of "In Cold Blood", and I've finished 3 books since I started that one. It's good, but slow, and right now, I really don't care to finish, other than for the fact that I have never, ever, ever not finished a book, and I'm not about to start there.

So, I promise to post again soon, most likely tomorrow or the next day. But, you know, promises are empty most of the time.

As of right now, I have about 10 friends sitting at a campsite, sleeping and drinking and fucking. And I'm here. I was at the campsite, but I decided to leave, because most people were sleeping.

The best advice I can give you about camping with me is to not let me near the fire. I get pretty courageous, especially with alcohol in me. Tonight I jumped over the fire, but in previous camping excursions, I have taken a running leap and dove (dived? doven? diven?) over the fire headfirst. And when me and all my friends camp, I am usually the last one semi-awake, along with my friend Justin who never sleeps. And we usually stay up being pyros. Remember when you were little, when your mom would tell you that playing with fire would make you pee the bed? If that is the case, then I should be due for about a gallon of piss.

One of my favorite things to do is to take a stick, or a hot dog rod and wrap a plastic bag around the end. After that, you stick it in the fire, and when a good flame is going, you raise the stick up high in the air, and let the plastic melt off and drip down. The drops of plastic flying through the air make great 80's video games sounds on their way to the ground, and there's always a cool smoke trail.

I also like to take metal hot dog rods and stick them in hot coals, and wait. In about the time it takes to smoke a cigarette, you can get those things red fucking hot. Then it's fun to play blacksmith with a brick or something hard (a hammer is preferred, but anything will do) and shape the rod into weird knots. We may have messed up one of the sticks tonight, but oh well...if they get that mad, I'll buy a new one.

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Please, don't try these tricks at home. Go out to a place where the fire wont burn your house down, at least.

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All day we filmed for our show . It went pretty well, and we got about three more skits done then we expected, so that's a plus. And it was good to get everyone together at least once during the summer to shoot some stuff.

I am really getting sick of my job.

it's not the fact that I don't like the job, but it's the people I work with. I work in a grocery store, and I wanted to be a stocker, to be behind the scenes and not have to put on a face for customers. But they've got me stuck being some checker, and I have to sit there and listen to people be all stupid and make stupid comments back. It sucks.

Case in point: this lady comes in and buys 20 things of deodorant. I can understand, because we had this cart full of old deodorant marked down to 50 cents, so people where buying a bunch of it all day. The thing is, she tried to use a coupon for 55 cents off a certain kind of deodorant. I told her that I couldn't do that because we (the store) had already marked it down so much, that we couldn't accept a coupon for it. I told her if she wanted to buy a stick of it for full price and use the coupon, I'd be happy to use it. She made me call the manager.

I called him and while I was waiting for him to come up there, I was glancing over the coupon. Right there, in big bold letters, it said; "Full price only. Not to be redeemed if part of a store sale." I pointed it out to her, and she got all pissy with me, and started cussing me out. Just then, the manager walks up and said, "What's the problem?" I pointed out the problem, and he took her aside and told her that I was in fact correct, and that we couldn't just be giving away money at the store...that we were practically giving that deodorant away anyway. She shut up after that, but not before leaving that stick of deodorant on the counter...ugh.

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The other day, a lady came in with two kids...one of them was asleep in the cart, the other was running around like a moron...normal stuff. I scanned all her groceries, then she said "I have a sack of potatoes down here...do you need to scan them?"

"Yes."

"Oh, okay, but they're all wet. Is there anything you can do?"

"Well, you can read the numbers by the UPC symbol and I can type it in." Apparently, this was beyond her mental capacity.

"Well, if you don't touch them, I guess you can scan them." Little did she know, I couldn't scan anything without touching it...

"I'll just scan them." I grabbed them from her hand and they were, in fact, wet. I figured it was something like they had been out in the rain and just got put out on display, like they had come from the truck, gotten a little wet, and got put out. That, or they were a little rotten. Potatoes get a little wet when they start to go bad. I didn't know just how rotten they were until I handed her the potatoes back.

"Yeah, my daughter had a little accident."

I ask you. What do you do in a situation like this? Myself? I said nothing. I'm not rude, and I'm sure it's tough having kids. That, and I'm not scared of a little piss. Hell, last summer I worked in a factory as a maintenence/janitor and cleaned facotry workers shit and piss form three months. A little girl's piss wouldn't really phase me...if I had been working at the factory.

But I was not. And it was on my hands. My hands were soaked in piss. Luckily, she was the last person I checked before I went to break, so my lane was shut down. I ran to the bathroom and washed my hands. I scrubbed for at least 5 minutes. I wasn't about to eat lunch with pissy hands. I didn't really eat lunch, though. I had lost my appetite.

I feel the worst for her husband. She's gonna go home with this big bag of potatoes, cook them up, and he's gonna eat them. He's gonna gobble them up. And she won't say anything but "I'm not really hungry for mashed potatoes." He's gonna eat them and think they're good and eat more and more. Potatoes soak up liquid. I'm sure they soaked up the piss pretty nicely. I just pray he doesn't eat the skin cos it's "good for you."

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On a side note: if I have any fucking perverts get to my site because they searched "little girl piss" I'm gonna kill you. Do you hear me? I've already had it with the "teacher fucking student" searches. Bastards...heh.

It sure doesn't feel like summer. It's been shitty and raining for two weeks and there's been no "vacation" to speak of. All I've done is work, work, work. It sucks. I actually had a day off today, and you know what I did? Cleaned my room, and started doing laundry. It sucks.

I got a call from "her" today. She's been on the road, touring with her friends' band, running the merch table and having fun. But for some reason, she felt the need to call me. She wanted to include me. I felt a little special, but not really. Should I? I don't know. We talked about what had happened, and everything was smoothed over, so everything is fine now. For now.