So today I had no school for community service day. I pulled weeds and cut hedges with these gigantic shears with a 12 in. blade. That was kind of cool, but I'm SO tired from the work.
The day would have been okay... except I was soaked in beer by the time I was done. We took the bus to Mountain Lake Park, but on the way back on the bus, this smelly hobo man got on the bus wearing a trenchcoat. He was carrying this wheel chair and he bent over to set it up to a seat and this gross smelling stuff poured all over my jeans through to my leg. I saw he had an open can in his pocket and was spilling as he bent over. Then he stopped and I was about to walk away, when he did it AGAIN. I just got up and went to the back of the bus. Then the bus driver was yelling at the guy really loudly, and I was like, Oh no, confrotation, it's deadly! But I went and sat next to the teacher and tried to keep my beer pants from touching my skin. I wished I had someone to laugh with, because by the time it was over, I wanted to laugh really badly. It was stinging from where I shaved on my knee, and the alcohol was making me really cold, and I smelled like a bachelor party. It was quite a day.
I only had to wear the beer pants for 10 minutes until the bus got back to school. I got to school and I changed into my gym shorts. We were done and free by 1:00. And my grandma let me clean up and assured me I couldn't get various diseases unless the man spilled blood on me, which he didn't.
But it wasn't all bad, my grandma and I had a nice birthday lunch at the mall cafe.
Which reminds me, it's my birthday. I'm 15.
HAPPY 15TH BIRTHDAY TO ME
(I felt it necessary that my happy birthday message be larger than the one I left for Michael Cera.)

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