I Need Help And You're Way Across The Sea

Soo..I've had quite the day. To make a long story short, okay I don't think I can make this story short. Alright all in one breath. The guy who had our (new) house last decided he didn't want to pay his water bill so the water department turned off our water, in order to get water in our house we had to be at our house when the water department guy came, since we hadn't moved in yet we had to take shifts sitting at our empty house, well apparently our landlord decided to hire a homeless guy to watch over our house until we moved in so no one would break in and vandilize it, so throughout the day his friends decided to show up and come on in. We kind of made it clear that we were moving in right away. Later that night...dude is still there takes some of his stuff and leaves. He's gone now right?...wrong. He shows up out of no where takes his tv and makes a little home in the basement. We kick him out. Will he come back? Probably. But I love my new room, minus the fact that I don't have a closet.

I got photoshop now. I spent 3 hours on it. A part of me thinks I should have taken photography.

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Anonymous said…

Response:I did paint it. The assinment was to RECREATE a painting and it was by some Joice Hicks person. peder eide is a christain rock singer, i didnt know him till he came. he is from Minnesota.

~ where do u get photoshop, I wanna play...

6:03 PM, April 21, 2007

Anonymous said…

I am just across the stateline. . .

4:12 PM, April 22, 2007

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