Alrighty. It's monday, the last day of school. Ironically, on the last day I was harassed by a preppy. First time in a long time.

On to business.

I've been temporarilly sold into Slave Labor by my mother to clean and paint my grandmother's 45 plus year old in-ground pool. It's a yearly tradition, but a slimy one at that. Year after year we go down there to slush the swamp water, full of leaves, scum, and toads, and the occasional dead squirrel, and suck it up with a pump. The water shoots out to the forest behind the house, where I'm sure the trees thank us. We then scrape off old paint and steel wool the rust to replace it with new paint. But this takes a VERY long time. It's a giant-ass in-ground pool. 12 feet at the deep end. And very long, I think at least 24 x 96. This is gonna be fun. But then again, I help out every year. I'll be back in about a week.

Which brings me to my next subject (not really): Anger.

I'm not a very angry person by nature. The only time I get angry is when I'm frusturated with a game. And even that's not often anymore. I've only gotten angry once other than that, and that was at myself. I got a scar to remind me, but that's a story for another time. Anyway, the reason I brought it up is because of Dragonball Z. That's the game that's most costly to me. Back when I wasn't as cool as I was now, I broke about five controllers, an SNES, and an antique TV just because of those games. I don't know why they're so frusturating. Aubig supped up his Picallo to the max when I fought him last time, and that really got on my nerves...I look back and I don't know why. I sprained a finger from pounding on the couch over and over again. Ouch.

On to the next subjects: Asians.

My family recently found that the Hansons (my mother's father's family) have a bunch of Chinese heirlooms. We're talkin' bowls, vases, chopsticks, HATS. The works. This opens doors to the supposed fact that I, may in fact, be Asian. (Oh shit.) Or, it could just be that they like Chinese stuff, I suppose.

Hsu and Chan is the best fucking comic ever. Period. No exceptions.

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Now I must work. But after this, I'm joining the circus, and then coming home after my carny dreams are crushed. See you guys later.