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will work for money

Alright, I need a job. I need a goal/purpose when I wake up each morning. Lately my purpose has been to spend as little money as possible. This valet thing is pretty cool, just need more hours and more tips. I am getting to drive some nice ass cars, getting my stick confidence back, and was able to 'sneak' into the aquarium last night and walk around for like forty minutes. The lights in the tanks were off but you could still see inside them. The animals were just like chilling, I guess they had a big day. Oh, and Michael Vick was at the aquarium last night while I was working, I didn't see him but he was there w/ his wife and kid. That's cool.

Anyway, at this point I'm thinking either: 1-get a 'real job', 2-become a firefighter [badass], 3-join the peace corps [cool as hell but no pay], 4-go back to school [bama would be awesome], 5-work as many cool part-time/freelance jobs as I can [variety abounds], 6-become a substitute teacher [good benefits]...so I guess I haven't gotten anywhere. I love possibility, to a fault even.

So that's where I'm at. Tonight brings either poker or wednesday night drinking club at cj's landing. Tomorrow I pick Shelley up from the airport at 415 then it's Rusans w/ the gang tomorrow night. This weekend is heading down to Collins [near Vidalia] w/ Shelley and Josh to be w/ Robert's family and grill delicious meat and seafood and drink all weekend.

= good times =

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