Left where no one can see me
I think that this summer has turned me into what I now call a book hermit. I live all alone in my books because there is no one around to hang out with. Depressing as it is...it's true. I could try harder to get people to come and hang out with me but most of the time I find that everyone is busy
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You are silly to think I wouldn't be able to read your letter. My handwriting is a thousand times worse. I consider it an encryption device.
Do you know, I think normal people would be upset at being rejected by employers at the rate of approximately one a day. Yet I am not. I think I may be growing a bit imbalanced. Moreso than usual. I am bitterly amused at the whole process. Apparently the mere act of turning in a application makes a business seriously reconsider whether it really needs new employees after all. I swear they were hiring at the time I applied, and yet no one seems to have an opening.
Just as a theoretical question, do you think it would be a bad idea for me to buy a 1992 Honda Civic Si out of The Crapital? I lust after it insatiably. (Here is a picture of one, though I doubt mine looks like that.) I would name it something like The ____ator and blast AC/DC out of it. Do you know, some asshole woman yelled at me in a parking lot yesterday for driving through a crosswalk. Ah, SHIT! SOOOORRY ( ... )
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(Harry Potter = cool, can I be... Ravenclaw Student #7.19?)
-Samuel
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