Nihil curo de ista tua stulta superstitione.

Once again the word of the day is economics. I sold my first paintball gun which had sentimental value and I sold my game cube which I loathed but had for the bragging rights of owning every system. Paintball gun trade in value = $100 (purchase price $235 of saved money), GameCube and all the games = $48 (purchase price $160). This game show sucks vehemently. Also next week at work, I will recieve five whopping hours... They are weeding me out of the company, I am certain. Why, Might you ask. I ask too many days off. I work hard, I get stuff done fast and well, but I am asking for half the month of July off. If you read this and live in the greater Fort Worth area and have connections into manual labor or construction please e-mail me at tempest4422@hotmail.com. Yo necesito dinero. P.S. I am not hispanic, sadly, because they have the coolest rides. I need to take on two jobs and pump out the hours. I sold the above listed items and paid Laura, Michael's mother (the only one who will give loans to a seventeen year old since I cannot legaly sign a contract), and still owe three hudred and fifty dollars and forty four cents. Since I am not getting any hours at Quiznos of Burleson, it seems that I shall never rise out of poverty. That was the yang of my day, now it's time for fun with ying...
Our second word of the day is...
FIRE!!!
Our compound word of the day is...
FIRECRACKERS!!!
(Hey don't give me any crap I go to public schools)
Let's breakdown our compound word and find it's true meaning: F as in "F this I'm going to have fun". Ire as in anger or fury, something which is released in the process of pyromania. CRACKERS as in white people sitting in lawn chairs watching me and Michael attempt to die in a raging flame. Need more ying... I have one word to sum that up... Emily, nothing more needs to be said.
Random Reason why I am happy to have an IQ over three: At work today the soda machines liquid catch (you know the little black thing with a rail on it that you set your drink on when you fill it up) over flowed and instead of just using cups the rest of the day and scooping the liquid out as necesary my peers, geniuses that they are, built an elaborate syphoning (can't spell) mechanism with straws that ran to an eight quart container. Thus everytime the liquid started to get high Carl would lean over and suck on a hose behind the counter that was visible to the customer. Profesionality in the work place, where has it gone? While I'm on the subject of things disapearing, would you also notify me if you have seen my money. I used to have some, but now it's gone, gone, gone, whoah oah oh, badump badump badududadump, baby baby I get down on my knees for you, badump badump badududadump... Emily I love you... That moment brought to you by me and John Avera (who is mildly tone deat) calling emily to sing that song to her, well as much as we could remember, which frankly was all that was in top gun, which frankly is insanely pathetic.
I need another job, if you have any type of job that pays $6.00 an hour or more (or less if there is mondo hours) and gets at least 20 hours a week email me (for address see above). I swear I'm personable, in top physical and mental shape, can do math (I'm in mathematics UIL, which is a competetion for nerds), can lift heavy objects, can use a hammer and level, and have the proven staying power of some one who has held their first job for more than a year. Please hire me or contribute donations. I need your help to fight poverty. Honestly, tonight for dinner I ate a handful complementary crackers, and a portion cup's worth of honey mustard. I poor bad. I must raise my depleted spirits. But how? How can I resurrect my defunct soul? I'll call emily, sorry reader but you'll have to tune in next time to see the exciting conclusion of this traumatic episode.