.lanruoj ym
aka my gift to you.
This is just a rant of my life. Read from the bottom if this is your first time here.
Eat. Sleep. Write.
03.29.02
well today was fun. since it was the day before break, it was a kinda laid back day at school. during math this guy came and talked to us about the navy AND sea turtles... physics we watched the rest of apollo thirteen, then there was the MORP assembly, and the cheerleaders were absolutely horrible, but my friend's group was cool. jim fingal, ryan quinn, kevin and samantha ketchum came and we talked for a while. then we went to history (late) took a test and went over it, which was fine, and the english came around. during english everyone was running helter skelter and i had to finish a practice ap test (which i did pretty well on). then journalism and then work.
oh! work. well, for the past two days i have been working for this lady, ripping off and putting on tags on purses. i got 50 bucks for 7 hours, so thats okay money. i did that for four hours today and then i took emily home. on the way home i got on the 55 going the wrong way because im a super freak, so i had to turn around. I just took us straight through the center island of the freeway and didnt get caught! HA! (i hope you know im lying). well anyway, i dropped emily off and went to church, and the good friday service was SO good. SO good.
today, before nine, all i had eaten was two toaster strudels at like, 7:20 am and yogurt during fourth period. so, after the service, i was starving, and we went to rubys and it was shoobie doobie good. then home, and my eyes hurt i was so tired, so i went to sleep at like, 10:30, with my sister watching young frankenstein. funny movie, by the way.
a lot of people told me they want to hang out over spring break, and i hope it all works out. this week should be fun. and my birthday is in 9 days! yay!
what im wearing: my pjs/what im listening to: the television in the other room/ what im thinking: <what am i thinking? nothing, i guess.>
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