OMGSCHOOL!!!

Where to start? I sell knives. Yes, isn't it all so amazingly emo. Yeah, I work with a company called Vector, where they deal with repeat customers. I call them, ask them what product they'd like to see and then come over and show it. I know what you're thinking. "Isn't that dangerous?" noooooooo, I'm the one holding the knife. THE OFFICE IS SOO SOS OSOSOSOSOS COOL. There are swords hanging up in the conference room. Apparently they are trophy swords for our regional division. Employees can win daggers. I WANT A DAGGER. WEEEEEEE!!!
My 18th birthday is next week, very exciting, yes I know. I'm incredibly sure I won't feel a bit different after becoming legally able to do all sorts of things, than I do now that I can't and don't. But, still it's the thought that counts. I dunno what I will do on my birthday. I'll probably like go out and do something that would have been illegal the day before, or just do an eighteenth birthday dance. Whatever it is, I'll be sure to take pictures and needlessly post them on facebook for all to see. O, that also means that I won't need a work permit for my job anymore. Awesome. Too bad I already got one, but once again it's the thought that counts.
We are supposed to be moving to a random place in the middle of no where sometime soon. Ummm, that was a shortlived paragraph...
I still haven't decided if I wanna make an appearance at band camp under the trees with Ice cream that is alllllll for me the week after my birthday. I'd love to just rub it in underclassmen faces that I'm FREE of band camp, but I actually used to love band camp and all the practices to the fullest extent, so I might just go to watch instead. The ice cream is still a serious plan though. I could watch band kids sweating their asses off in the heat of the summer while licking on ice cream in the beautiful shade and not letting them have any. Bah, I get the feeling that I wouldn't be that mean, and I'd give all my ice cream away and cry and stuff like that, so if I go, I'll probably leave the ice cream at home...YOU HAVE SALVATION FOR NOW, BAND CHILDREN!
I go to school (hopefully, but I won't explain because that's a long story) in two weeks. If I do go, I will be sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo thankful. I am sooo excited! I can't wait to dance in my new dorm room, walk all over campus, sing in random places, hang out at the student union, and take the bus to random places. I also, for the first time in my life, am excited about learning. I took the spanish placement exam unexpectedly without studying and placed into level 4 spanish with credit for level 3. How did I do such things? I have no clue. Yet, I couldn't get my IB diploma. Am I bitter about that? No, okay, maybe just a little. It might have something to do with the fact that I ended up walking from broughton to north hills for the fucking exams, but I'm only a little bitter. Anyway, I'm so excited about my classes and all of the cool things that one can do in college. OH MAN, and there will be none of the extreme high school drama that drained large quantities of my energy at the end of last year. I AM SO EXCITED. *Break for the EXCITED DANCE* okay back.
SONG QUOTE?: Take it easy, Dont worry 'bout it. I got this, I got this. Let me work it out, Let me work it out. Take it easy. Take it easy, Take it easy. Don't let me bo-ther you. Don't let me bo-ther you. Easy. Easy. Don't worry 'bout it. I got this, I got this. Let me work it out, Let me work it out. Take it easy. Don't let me bo-ther you. I got this, I got this. Let me work it out, Let me work it out. Take it easy. Work it out, Rjd2. I know it sounds redundant, but it is an orchestral work of art with a modern flair. I, for some reason or the other love it to fucking death. Check it out.
Blah, now I'm done doing anything for a while. Talk to ya in like October...
Don't let me bother you,
Anika With a Y