Memory

As I sit here in  my room listening to the fan in background, and the running toilet. I remember when I younger and in school, kids telling the teacher what their parents did for a living. Some said their parents were also a teacher at another school, and other just said jobs that impressed me. I thought to myself, I wonder why my parents don't have cool jobs like that. I wanted to fit in and tell the class room what my parents did for a living. I waved my hand, trying to get it as high as I could. I made sure I had one leg folded on the chair, and still remaining on my set. Finally it was my turn..."my mom and dad makes fans." A couple of kids turn around and looked at me. Their face showed confusion and hate. The teacher looked at me for a second or two. 

"Fans?"

"Yeah"

"Do you mean fences?"

"No fans."

"Oh that's nice" She put on a fake smile and turned her attention to the other kids.

My mind comes back from a IM on ichat.

lol

dont have time to until i leave here

Hello

I have to confess, I've been Facing booking. I find it easier to use and add my thoughts/feeling at any moment. I used an app for my phone a couple times that made it easy for to blog, but it just wasn't the same. Last time I wrote something on my blog was talking about Big Mac. And now i'm trying to think of something to write about. 

Oh yeah I can tell you about the shrink at work. I reduced it by half with the help of my other co-workers. 

Okay I got bored now. I'm going to work on a images i've been working for a while now. It's killing me trying to make brick.