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i knew it would happen, it was bound to. i have writers block. cleverly renamed bloggers block because i'm a blogger not a writer. and i have run out of things to say. this could pose to be an issue for me. good thing these aren't graded on content, they're more of a completion grade. i really am stuck. i looked at the blogs of others in my class and it didn't really help. i still don't know what to blog about.

i'm really going to try to stay away from reviewing a song or book or movie. i personally don't like to read those so i'm not going to make you few readers suffer through it too.

i wish weekends were longer. or that we had less homework over the weekends. i go to school five days a week and i think i deserve these two days off that we get. too bad i have homework. and because teachers seem to think that we have ample time over the weekends they give us a larger than normal sized assignment. i really don't want to do any homework over the weekends. these two days are supposed to be my break from school.

my physics teacher told the class to never complain, not even to yourself because it gives you bad karma. i guess i'm going to have bad karma then because i'm complaining. i'm going to complain if i want to and i'll find some other way to fix my karma. sounds good to me.

i am getting a headache. but i don't have time to take a nap. i like naps. i'm not even to 300 words yet. stupid block. i wish i could think of something to write.

sometimes i get sick and tired of people. especially when i've been subject to them while at work. and because i'm at work i am not allowed to do anything but smile and answer all their stupid questions. here's an example of my favorite question; while i'm folding shirts or doing something that only workers do, and i have a visible name tag on, customers will come up to me and ask if i work here. when people ask me this i just want to say no i don't. i only wear the name tag for fun. another frequent question; how much does this cost? so i look at the price tag and tell them what it says. they ask if it's on sale. i ask if there was a sign by it saying it was on sale. they say yes. i ask what did the sign say. they give a price. i say that price back to them. last night it was day care, or at least that's what it seemed. little children were running around everywhere with no parents in sight. i'm sorry but i'm not going to watch your kid and make sure he or she doesn't run into anything and hurt him/herself. that is not my job. as the parent that is your job. but all in all, no matter how much i complain about my job, i love it.