Entry #25
Arke, what a terrible weekend!
I didn't attend the ol'five o'clock meat. I was there....but did not paid attention at all. Everything was messed up. I somehow had the intention to dive into a big pool of water ice cold.
Grandma volunteered me into this wonderful program where you learn all Algebra II facts in a day, which isn't really impossible, but anyone would be mad when you are forced to have, like, gazillion of equations dancing around your eyes. Of course, being a normal human being, I didn't go to the program, and grandma got...kinda mad.
So as a punishment I am forced to work at a restaurant without payment for a day.
Words cannot describe how terrible I felt.
Anyways, I got around it by walking around the shops. I was not allowed to buy anything. What was the point of that? There is a wonderful costume shop that does not allow anyone under 18 to enter, even though they are all tame costumes. The toy shop doesn't have a great selection of toys, really.
But there is this antique shop by the toy shop that has all the junk in it. There is a five feet long prop katana that stretched from one end of the room to an other. Yes, the room is cramped. The shop keeper is a really old guy. There were posters of famous movie, stacks of old newspaper, buttons, old cups, you get the point. On a hunch, I rift thru the old newspaper pile.
I found a newspaper dated July 21, 1969. It is full of sexism and ads. I really wanted that, but grandma won't let me.
"What NASA does is none of your concern. God you are so retarded. "
AMERICANS!
I am sad. Because no one would remember the feats of National Aeronautics and Space Administration!
Editor's Note: What is the context of this entry? Frankly, I do not remember.