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I won. Katie said so.

This might be the first thing I’ve ever won, well, okay, I did win the Frisby throw in sixth grade … I had to throw it into a crate far away.. I was the last one of the day, and just threw it to get over it. I ended up making it in and they gave me a little certificate … my claim to fame, throwing a frisby in a box.

My car has been making this really awful noise, coming from the tires. It sounds like a scraping noise and it’s driving me insane. I think I told you all this in a previous entry, but I hate noises and mysterious lights in my car. Thats the reason I buy new cars and only keep them for a few years …

Anyhow, this scraping noise started on Christmas Eve.. just a slight sound, I could barely hear it, and it didnt last all that long.. now its constant and its loud. Really loud. I drive down the street and people turn and look because of the loud scraping noise.

So, I called the service people and they said “Gosh, you have a whole bunch of parts here waiting for you.. ” I’m like, huh, what do you mean I have a “whole bunch of parts waiting for me” … Shouldnt all the parts I need be in my car already.. how could there just be parts laying around your shop that belong in my car? Seems they ordered some things from my last visit and failed to let me know that I’d need to come in again to have these “mystery parts” installed. So, not only do I get this scraping noise fixed, but they are also going to install a power steering pump, which I guess isnt that important or they’d have called me, right?

Accck, I dont understand the concept of extra parts laying around, but come Tuesday at 7 in the morning, I’ll drop my car off to get all these “extra parts” put in … I guess I’ll be driving a Yugo or something that day …

The car rental place always wants me to rent the tiniest car they possibly have … these little Geo Metro’s.. I could literally be in the front seat and turn around and wipe off the back window.. it feels just a little dangerous. I mean, my car is as small as I’m comfortable going.. last time they gave me a pickup truck.. that was cool.

Tim is back.. woohoo. It’s nice to see him back writing the journal again.. I mean, I dont sign up to too many notify lists, but I sort of missed the little bugger’s daily messages … dont tell him that though, he’ll get a swelled head and I’ll never hear the end of it.

And, well, I just couldnt pass up the oportunity to comment on his redesign … I mean, go ahead click on it.. doesnt it look just a little familiar.. I mean the top bar, the bottom bar.. hmm, I wiped my eyes and said that’s not my site.. what can I say, I’m his idol.

It’s a nice layout though, so I dont blame him for “borrowing” it … anyway, we all have a little different look going for us.

Welcome back to journal world, Tim.

At work we did some interviews for new producers and project directors … ohmygod, these people come in and totally talk right over my head … they are talking about all these terms I’ve never heard of before, and I have to sit there and look like I actually know what they are talking about …

I do alot of, “So tell me about this, or that … ” and then I nod my head alot, “Oh yes.. exactly.. how interesting” …

I’m terrible at doing interviews to people … I dont know what to ask them.. and barely even care..

So, it sounds like you guys like the Childhood Experience of the Night.. so perhaps I’ll keep it … and by the way, the email me link is at the top bar under chat … just so you know … you know who you are.

And thanks to those of you that wrote to me through that question box … that was pretty cool getting so many responses.

What does the title of tonight’s entry have to do with anything … ? Well, absolutely nothing.

Childhood Experience of the Night: I remember in sixth grade, we had to do this yearly dance routine. It was a tradition with the teacher I had.. we weren’t a dance class or anything, it’s just that this teacher did a yearly dance routine …

We spent weeks learning the dances … a square dance, in which that girl I spoke of a couple of nights ago (E**) was my partner.. haha, we also did a bamboo stick dance and for some reason we did break dancing.

So, the square dance, of course, made me so nervous, because I had to hold this girls hands, and since I was in love with her, I though I’d puke all over her from the nerves. I thought either this is my chance to show her I’m not a dork, or it’s my chance to accidentally trip her and disfigure her for life … luckily we made it through the routine without anything too horrible happening.

The bamboo stick dance involved some of us on the floor tapping and clicking the sticks on the floor and together, while other classmates would dance through them.. one wrong move and SNAP, there goes someones leg. I chose to the the sticks, because I wasn’t about to get my leg broken … I’m a big wimp. That dance also went pretty well …

Finally came the break dancing.. now you realize I was a dork, a geek, now imagine me break dancing … yeah, whatever you are imagining is probably right, in fact, imagine a dorky kid without any break dancing talent doing it. Well, luckily I didnt have to dance on my head, or spin around like a lost penny … I just had to do that arm wave thing.. we all held hands and did the arm wave … and then had to act like robots … that was stupid.. we looked retarded, not like robots … but somehow we got through it.

It’s funny what you can do when you have to … of course I can sort of dance now.. I like to dance, but I’m not doing anything fancy.. I dont think dancing should be all about doing steps or anything.. just go out and have fun.

Anyhow … that’s my sixth grade dancing memory of the night.

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