As usual, i have little time to type. Not enough to type everything but still i feel i should get something down.
typing is much faster for me than writing, i can get my memories down before they're gone.
anyways, im here at the internet lounge for a couple hours - i can afford it now. I've been working and i got another loan / gift from the parents. For a long time i didnt have work but now I've been enjoying onion planting. It was a pretty good job while it lasted, got a weeks worth in, and i can go down to cavenport to cut collyfolower, if i want. I was working with cool people, and we were lying on this mattress on a rig being towed by a tractor, and with onions in front of us we planted the onion in a row dug out by the tractor, root down was the goal and we had someone behind the tractor checking to make sure that we planted ROOT DOWN. (anyone who knows the beasties will get the joke HOW I GONNA PLANT IT, GONNA PLANT IT ROOT DOWN, but noone i worked with did,) It was a boring job and sometimes i would change the words of pop songs to fit in with onion planting. Such as this one sung to the tune of We are the Champions

--WEEEE are the planters of the onions,,
DAH, ,, DAH,,
and weee'll keep on planting, till the end of the row
DAH DAH DAHHHH,
then we'lll plant another one,
AND THEN WE:LL PLANT ANOTHER ONE
no time for slow hands,
cause we plant the un-yans,
..... IN THE FIELD!!!!

...And there were a few more that i can't think of now. It was pretty sweet getting paid 110$ for 6.5 hours of work. I should get another sweet paycheck soon enough... perhaps tomorrow.

OH there is one thing i would like to talk about, perhaps i will call it a series of unfortunate events. I'm sure i've touched upon the subject here in this BLAHG; my getting a small appartment, then losing my job and being unable to pay for the appartment.
On this I should say that things were going pretty well at first. A small 1 bedroom appartment was a welcome change after spending two months or so living in 6 or 8 bed dorm rooms with a lot of other stinky snoring people. But my problem is getting up in the morning- i found it difficult, especially after coming home after a long day of tree planting, going to bed without dinner because i was too tired to make it, and then hitting the snooze alarm the next morning, thus sealing my fate and losing my job. Yeah i can't help it, I'm a dreamer, sometimes i like the dream world so much better than this one... what happened was, i was a little late for work, and i ended up missing the ride out to the tree fields. About 5 days later, i got a text message from my boss telling me that i'd lost the job.
And now the plot thickens. A friend, cookie, who set me up with the place, came over one morning asking if he could buy the single mattress in the appartment. I told him he couldn't buy it but that he could use it, so i drove it over to his place with him, under the conditions that in the future he would have to return the bed. So he ended up giving me 100 dollars for the bed, which i accepted because i didn't have any money at the time. My plan was that I would pay him back once i had a job, because at the time I didn't have enough money to pay rent. I do'nt feel like talking about this too much longer, but long story short, i had trouble paying rent, and i was getting a phone calls from Ella on my cell phone but it didn't have any money on it so i wasn't getting her calls, and then Ella calls cookie and asks what's up with paul have you seen him, and cookie is like, yeah he sold me the bed a while ago, and ellas like what the fuck is he doing selling you MY bed. This was on a friday, and i spent the whole day hanging around the library waiting for an email money transfer to come through ( it never did come through) and i needed to pay rent, and now ella is freaking out thinking im a theif, and she calls her dad who comes to the appartment and sits in his car all day waiting for me to arrive. So im at the library when i get a call on the cell phone that works, and its cookie and he's upset and not making much sense but he tells me that shits fucked and everyone is pissed because they didn't know how to get ahold of me, and they're going to call the police because i sold ellas bed, and her dad is waiting outside the appartment for me. That totally sucked. So when i get back to the place, the angry dad is there; i assume it can all be explained, but he doesn't listen to anything i have to say- he doesn't even shake my hand when we met, which is understandable because he'd been waiting outside my place for a long time waiting for me to arrive. Anyways, i'll finish up this by saying it was a mistake to get the appartment, i have trouble holding a steady job, and my parents are great for sending me money when i run out.
i've got a point form list of a bunch of other stuffs i'd like to talk about but im going to have to stop this now cause thinking about that appartment has got me annoyed. GRR