So straight up, this blog is meant to be an attempt at a piece of writing that would be read like you were talking to me… hopefully somehow this would be moderately entertaining to read, and to even write at that… writing’s usually fun for some, right? Maybe it’ll be for me… maybe.

Today was the last day of my summer class (in case no one knew, I’ve been taking public speaking over @ Suffolk for the past four weeks at an attempt to get credits out of the way) and I think I did pretty well, hoping for an A minus, that would be pretty sweet… especially considering I need the grades, too.

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See? that entire sentence was very LJ-esque.
Fail.
No, actually, I know you don’t care. I barley care. The only significant thing that sentence carries is the fact that I finished, which to me means I can finally start making money.

money… Seriously, it’s the point when you buy lunch every day at work, and then go to put gas in your car at the end of the week when you realize you’re making shit (in regards to pay, not the actual stuff [while that happened's, too])

That wasn’t even funny. SEE? That was borderline gross… and obvious… and gross.

We’ll work on this.