Wednesday, January 16, 2002
|6:31 PM|
If someone told me when I was 15 that someday I would 22, I would not believe him. "22? That'd be, oh gosh, 2002!"
In fact, I'm very suprised at hearing about recent NASA probe missions, since back when they were launched or when I was told about them, 2002 seemed like an impossibly far way off, like the buoys at the beach denoting the end of the safe swimming area. You just could never touch the buoys, nor could I imagine getting into the 'oughts.
Technically, I'm not 22 yet, and since the day isn't over, it's possible I could be vaporized by an asteroid or something. Well, it's not like I can plan for something like that. I'll just carry on as per normal. I still want to call someone "Snookums" and I can't figure out why. I assume it's some sort of alien infestation in my brain.
Man, I've been typing toooo much stuff recently.
Oh, and I'm happy to report that it looks like I'm going to be hired by Lexmark. However, it also appears that it won't happen for 2 months. At this juncture, I'm pretty much screwed. So, if my father can't point me towards a health insurance provider that he doesn't think is crap, then I may just ditch insurance and risk it. Yeah, that's dangerous, but so is going absolutely broke.
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//That should close up the previous year.
///Say this is the swap from 2001 to 2002, that should close up the 2001 links.
///Problem is, we also need to close up the final month links too.
/// echo '