Marc
I've been home for two hours now ... and I'm already bored. Ugh.
I always take the long way to my house. Instead of skipping through the countryside, I take the road straight into Kankakee, and through both Bradley and Bourbonnais. It's such a strange little jaunt, past streets where I used to frequent, either because I had friends that used to live there, or there were certain hangout spots just down the road. For example, I took a little detour through downtown Kankakee today, past the Chocolate Bench, so named because it had been waxed up so frequently by the skaters that it maintained a year round dark outer skin.
I roll up my parent's driveway to see my mom in a cast for her broken arm, and I hear my brother blaring Saves the Day's Stay What You Are in the garage as he helps box up some stuff for my mom. What a cozy little scene. Once inside, I am confirmed for my job again over the summer. I can't tell you how happy I am about this. I'm coasting on fumes right now, with a huge rent payment technically due on Monday, and two months of unpaid bills stacked up on top of my stereo. Umm ... boo. Just knowing that I'll be able to work at all this summer is nice. Very nice. Even if I only work fourty hours a week, I'll still make plenty to pay off my rent for the year, which is comforting.
I know that, at least tonight, I'll be receiving one free meal, and I'll be helping out with one babysitting job. Word. I'm looking very much forward to both. I'm also waiting for my neighbors to get home. I've heard one of them can make baskets behind her back, while on her new rollerblades. Did I tell you she's only eight? I'm amazed.
And my mom is sending me threatening emails from across the room. You should see this place. They converted our old living room into an office, where they both work. There are three computers in here, not including mine, a huge fax machine/printer/scanner, and a couple filing cabinets, and blah blah blah. They both sit in here, day after day, doing schedules, and tracking shipping stuff, and other monotonous jive. It's funny though. My dad takes business calls seven days a week, and we are all required to be quiet when he's on the phone. My mom's complaining that there cable modem is going slow ... seems fine to me. Just about as fast as the DSL at our apartment, so I send her an email telling her to quit her bitching. She emails me back saying only, "bite me". I love my mom.
I've been home for two hours now ... and I'm already bored. Ugh.
I always take the long way to my house. Instead of skipping through the countryside, I take the road straight into Kankakee, and through both Bradley and Bourbonnais. It's such a strange little jaunt, past streets where I used to frequent, either because I had friends that used to live there, or there were certain hangout spots just down the road. For example, I took a little detour through downtown Kankakee today, past the Chocolate Bench, so named because it had been waxed up so frequently by the skaters that it maintained a year round dark outer skin.
I roll up my parent's driveway to see my mom in a cast for her broken arm, and I hear my brother blaring Saves the Day's Stay What You Are in the garage as he helps box up some stuff for my mom. What a cozy little scene. Once inside, I am confirmed for my job again over the summer. I can't tell you how happy I am about this. I'm coasting on fumes right now, with a huge rent payment technically due on Monday, and two months of unpaid bills stacked up on top of my stereo. Umm ... boo. Just knowing that I'll be able to work at all this summer is nice. Very nice. Even if I only work fourty hours a week, I'll still make plenty to pay off my rent for the year, which is comforting.
I know that, at least tonight, I'll be receiving one free meal, and I'll be helping out with one babysitting job. Word. I'm looking very much forward to both. I'm also waiting for my neighbors to get home. I've heard one of them can make baskets behind her back, while on her new rollerblades. Did I tell you she's only eight? I'm amazed.
And my mom is sending me threatening emails from across the room. You should see this place. They converted our old living room into an office, where they both work. There are three computers in here, not including mine, a huge fax machine/printer/scanner, and a couple filing cabinets, and blah blah blah. They both sit in here, day after day, doing schedules, and tracking shipping stuff, and other monotonous jive. It's funny though. My dad takes business calls seven days a week, and we are all required to be quiet when he's on the phone. My mom's complaining that there cable modem is going slow ... seems fine to me. Just about as fast as the DSL at our apartment, so I send her an email telling her to quit her bitching. She emails me back saying only, "bite me". I love my mom.
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