Pandy's journal

Come one come all people who just wanna read my random thoughts and things that happen during the dsy that i spent 3 hours thinking about for no reason

So today i was at work, and i noticed a girl was sitting out in the sun (part of her job) and she didnt have any shade or anything and she wasnt able to move from that spot. So being a nice guy i drove up to her and asked if she wanted to sit in the car with AC because its messed up to have her sit out in the open sun like that. We talk and she said she has seen me around before but doesnt know where. Apparently im like a ghost or something XD but she asks her boss if its ok. And just as she comes back to sit inside i had to leave. Which sucked. But its cool i got to speak to her cuz i there are still alot of people i work with that idk yet

I remember one time my grandparents bought me an expensive drumset. They were really into trying to get me into a hobby or something because i was super hyper as a kid. Well anyway they bought me a drumset and everytime i asked my grandma to play with it she would tell me no. So one day i went outside and took the drumstick and poked holes in the drum. It was a blue drum with like a clear plastic where you would hit it (idk what that part is called) I was so angry she wouldn't let me play that i destroyed it and she got mad.

I loved to draw when I was a kid, so that meant Christmas time I was getting art supplies. It was cool the first couple of years, but then I was getting to a point that I was getting the same stuff over and over again and ultimately giving away art supplies. It was Christmas time and I bet they were like, "Oh she's easy to buy for, just get her art stuff." I got my first job when I was 14, so I started buying my own clothes and when I wanted art supplies, I would go in for the good stuff. Charcoal, huge sketching pads, watercolors in the tube, the expensive paintbrushes, not the bargain ones that came 20 shitty brushes for $5. Random share that your drum story reminded me of.

So the cafeteria here has been really bad with the food lately and i have been going to a little fast food place attached to it. Like the kid i am i go for the popcorn chicken there cuz its reslly good. And i find myself going multiple times per week. Well now the workers there (who dont know english that well) they started calling me popcorn chicken fries. And i find it funny af.

I just call ya Long Dong silvers