Thursday: Woke up and did almost nothing all day. At least that all I remember. A shower and then t.v and computer.
Friday: Woke up and got ready for a concert. I couldn't find my bart ticket so mom got angry. I had to pay for my own ticket. We saw Jill Scott. Mom bought a shirt and got an autograph from the opening act singer. When we got back on the train we ended up on the car full of drunk teenagers who must've come from a party or something. The police came and took cups from them and left. They kept asking for the best stop to get to wherever they were going. My mom told them. They left. I got dinner and mom made herself a grilled cheese sandwich. I stayed up and fell asleep on the couch. I think I had a dream that lasted one second but I don't remember it. Woke up at 4AM and dragged myself to bed.
Saturday: I ransacked my room. Not cleaning just turning everything around and upside down looking for a disc. It took all day until I stopped after seeing an eight-legged creature and shrieked while running to my mommy. Dumb spider has to ruin everything. Gramps says if I cleaned my room more often there wouldn't be spiders but every time every single time I try to clean my room (Or do laundry) I see a dang spider that either crawls onto something I'm holding or my hand. And after I see a spider I get paranoid. Whenever my hair touched my skin I jumped (And hit my knee on a piece of furniture) After 30 minutes I calmed down, stepped into my room and came back out. I asked mom to carry the box the spider had been in and to place in on the couch. One second passes and I see that vermin crawling on the edge of it. And after screaming 'It's there! It's there!!' Mom with an exasperated expression kills the spider. Then we get into a debate of Spiders vs. Mice. She thinks spider are cute, I hate them and fear them. I think mice are cute, she thinks they're crawly things with tails and are disgusting. My mother and gramps had to go to these things that overlap and gramps doesn't want me home alone. So I'm packing and yelling that I want to stay home. I go to my friends house after finding her at a nail shop. (There were about 15 nail shops in that ONE AREA and me and mom stopped at about three before calling again) We found each other eventually. Once I got to her house we went up stairs and got on our laptops. And that's what we did for an hour and 45 minutes. That and t.v. Oh she made me two chocolate chip cookies before I left. Had dinner with mother. Missed Death note... twice. Fell asleep.
Sunday: Woke up and read books. Did some more disc searching until I gave up. Did my homework while my mom worked. Listened to CDs that I had found on my disc hunt. Finished up some old art. Read my book at the computer. That wraps it up.
School
Viola lesson
Orchestra Rehearsal
Dinner is served/Change into fancy clothes
Play the (hour long maybe) concert at a church
Drop my friends off at their house
Go to the bookstore
Go home
Eat
Homework
Sleep
Have you ever been tempted to do something you were'nt supposed to?
Name a song you love, right now. A song means ONE song thank you.
Are you a free spirit? Would you ever hate to be locked in an illusion with a temperamental lover?
First question came from listening to a song. Second one came from.. listening to a song also. Third one from reading a book.
“I deal with temptation by yielding to it”
Mark Twain
“'Tis one thing to be tempted, another thing to fall.”
William Shakespeare
Quote in icon form!!! 'O'
Have a Nice Day. º\^^/º
Where'd you go?
