Saturday, June 9, 2007

I swear, I'm making an effort to update. See? ^_~
So, yeah. I've been finishing before our second break, at 10:00, for the past two days during summer school. Comer said we could type c, v, b and n incorrectly if our fingers don't bend right, which is good for me because I type b and c incorrectly, but all the others have to be with the right fingers. Which isn't good, because I type q, z and p with my ring fingers, not my pinky. Oh well, at least I know I'm doing it wrong, so I can fix it when we're quizzed. Oh, and I almost never use right-shift, which technically I'm supposed to for left-handed letters, but once again, I know when I'm wrong, so. I finished the Microtype program, which we were supposed to have done yesterday if possible. Mike didn't finish; he said "I hope you suffer..." when he left. Joking, of course.

I put a bunch of new music on my iPod, including some Beethoven, Mozart, and Tchaikovsky (hence 1812 Overture), as well as a bunch more R.E.M., since I've been listening to them a lot recently, The Corrs, because I've gotten back into them, another Beatles album, and some other random stuff, including things we've played in pep band, like 25 or 6 to 4.

I went shopping today at Circle Center mall, downtown. I got some summer clothes, mostly capris and shorts, and a couple of shirts, plus this really nice white skirt with black flowers. I think I'll bring it to Maine with me. But I have to say, I really hate when store employees hover. Like at Nordstrom, it was really bad. There was this guy, obviously gay, who took my stuff back to a dressing room pretty much every single time I picked up more than one item. Unfortunately, stuff at Nordstrom apparently runs small, because size 9 didn't fit. Because I didn't feel like asking him or my mom to get a different size, I took the stuff that fit and said I just didn't like the way anything else fit or looked.... And some of it was actually true, there were a couple shirts that looked horrible on me. Not only were the colors (yellow and pinkish-purple) odd against my skin, but I just don't work with the whole baby-doll look, you know? I had much better luck at Express. And, since I just can't take more than two solid hours of shopping, we left.

I'm going over to Mike's tomorrow. I'm looking forward to it, except for two things: (1) He has cats. I'm allergic to cats. As in, majorly allergic to cats, as in, my eyes go completely bloodshot and hurt, and I get so congested I can barely breathe. I won't die, but I look like I will, and I end up miserable. He says he can probably keep them away, though. Because of this, I really just in general don't like cats. Except, of course, Chip the stuffed cat. ^_^ (2) This involves meeting his parents. Enough said. Anyways, he says he'll probably make me watch Star Wars: Attack of the Clones, because it's the only one I haven't seen. Oh well, at least the guy who plays Anakin (I don't remember who he is!) is hot, lol.

I've driven more now. Oh! Thursday was my last actual lesson. So, Darryl had Kari, my partner, drive around Broad Ripple, a shopping district down in the - 60s, maybe? Might be 50s. Anyways, she took 52nd to Allisonville Road, then drove up into Carmel (103rd). At that point, we switched. So I drove past Clay Terrace, another shopping district (140something) and through a neighborhood, and then he had me drive south back to school. Now, you have to understand, this is more complex than it seems. You see, about three years ago, the mayor of Carmel got it into his head that they needed to replace a bunch of the four way stops with - drumroll please - roundabouts, rotaries, traffic circles, whatever you call them. So I had to take 10 of them, the first time I had ever driven outside of a parking lot. At least I can now drive 40 mph without feeling like I'm committing suicide. But I swear, Darryl must be a masochist. Who else would EVER want to teach teenagers that aren't their children to drive?
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