Tuesday, January 30, 2007

Today is so slow.

Trouble wouldn't leave me alone this morning. She pranced around me feet all morning, meowing nonstop, making me trip while I was trying to get ready.I told her that she was going to make me late while she was sitting in my lap while I was trying to get ready for school. I don't think she cared. Hahaha.

The newspaper was printed in black in white yesterday. It looked crappy but McKinnon demanded the substitute to make us go on and print it. The color scheme that I chose would have looked good in color but oh well.

Yes, Becca and Susan, I would have loved to have you all with me during lunch. It's still lunch and I have already had my "fix" break.

Everyone seems to be trying to make me angry today. I had a swell morning, yet people want to taint the rest of my day by trying to tick me off.

I signed my own progress report today, which felt a bit odd. I hope no one brings it up with my mom or I. I'm legal now so I should be entitled to my legal rights.

I'm wearing one of those pregnant looking shirts today. You know, tight around the boobs and way loose and flowing around the stomach? Well I enjoy wearing these shirts. I don't have to worry about my stomach when I am feeling bigger than I should be. Kids aren't for me, at least not yet, so don't worry about me being pregnant so young you guys. lol.


I went to Thad's yesterday after school. I watched TV for awhile with Tim (our usual episodes of that 70's show, which is always fun)until I fell asleep. When I woke up, Thad was walking through the door. I had a bit of car trouble getting home. An empty gas tank is never good. Then my "CHECK ENGINE" light came on. So the whole way home I was saying to myself "fuck fuck fuck, please don't break down on Dickerson Road! FUCK!!" Hahaha. The fear of being stranded on a high crime rate road is bad enough. Turns out my car takes 5 quarts of oil, not just 4.

Anyways, this is enough for today. I don't know what I will do when I get home. I need to start practicing Yoga tonight so on Friday, the crazy Yoga lady doesn't keep bitching me out.


Manson, Sweet Dreams. Thanx to someone's play list.
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