Stress. Everyone feels it, no body wants it.
Stress. The threads of worry and anxiety weaved into a suffocating blanket of fear.
Stress. The footprint of American culture.
Stress. An eternal mind-fog, defiantly hindering us from clear thinking.
Stress. The disease we ignorantly choose to believe can only be cured by drinks and smokes.
Stress. The reason I’m writing this journal now.
Stress. It destroys who we are, and who we are made to be.
Georgia Tech beat UNC 84-77 a few nights ago.
Here’s a video that a student shot of storming the court.
(There’s really no point of showing you this, besides the fact that this will be me in about 2 years…)
So these last few days have been sweet…
Thursday we won an extra-innings baseball game by 2 runs vs. a really good team.
Friday I had my Dad’s car because he was out of town, so after school I worked on a Spanish project, and then Sam and I went and picked up Starbucks for people, and I then watched the girls’ student-faculty basketball game. Then we played the Guys’ Faculty team, and, as always, kicked their butts. They were scrapin’, complainin’, and cheatin’, but we still won. Then Fronz, Chris, Zach, and I went to Steak ‘n’ Shake. I pulled into the parking lot and Chris had a flat tire, and after laughing at him for a few minutes, I helped him change it, and then we enjoyed some nice big milkshakes…
Now for today…
Fronz and I told a lady that we would clean up some property for her (weeding, trimming, mowing, edging, etc.) today. We left our house at 7:45 and got there around 8:20 after a quick pit-stop for some gas. It was about 50 degrees the whole day today, and that was all fine and dandy, until it started raining around 12:00. So we pretty much worked for 3 1/2 more hours in the rain, freezing our butts off. She did bring us Jason’s Deli, which was nice…and yummy…but it was still miserable. So we left with a buttzillion bucks (okay, so not quite) and decided to head to Moe’s (only the greatest place on earth) for a nice second lunch consisting of a Joey Bag Of Donuts, Queso, Guac, Chips, and some Mr. Pibb. We got back in the truck and drove another 15 miles to the dump to get rid of the 17 bags of junk that she wanted us to haul away. It smelled like nastiness, as usual, but we saw a deer, which was cool. Unfortunately, neither of us brought our deer rifles…
So we didn’t get a free venison dinner…
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