I'm becoming angsty, I can tell the emo kids at welding class rubbed off on me. I'm refering, of course, to my last post. I have nothing new to post, but I feel the need to move the angsty post down the page, and out of my sight.

Lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala
lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala
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lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala
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lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala
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lalalalalalalalalalaalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala.


Ok, that singing should have covered some of it up. I sing when I become acutely embarassed, as I am by the post. That or I apologize a lot. I don't have anyone to apologize to, except the world for subjecting them to that. *Ahem.* So--- lalalalala.

I almost have a job. It's at a gallery in downtown mpls. But it doesn't exactly count cause it's for less than a week, and I don't think I'm going to get paid. I think I'm also interning at my dad's office. And I'm trying to find the get-up-and-go to write to all my friends at camp, who are probably sitting around being sad that I never write (lol, yeah right. They're probably sailing right now. I want to be sailing), and to find a better picture for all my profiles. Alex was commenting on the one I have yesterday, which reminded me about the issue. I swear to god, if I had that personal photographer this would not be an issue.

Well, for not having anything to say I certainly have managed to blather on a bit. Good enough to cover up that post.