we're going to f-ing westfield!
chilis sickens me. that's why i go there so very often. I know I already updated a few hours ago, but I looked over my entries and realize I very well don't talk about...anything. I don't mention the creepy guy with the snake, or stalking coldstone, or car-car, or quick-chek, or even really my friends in these entries. And didn't I say I was going to sleep?
Well, I mean, I know what I do everyday so I guess this isn't like the recording of my life, right? I can just write about what I'm thinking and overanalyzing everything.
But for a twinge of normalcy, some insight on my life. I can't wait to see phantom planet! We're going to the Stone Pony in september to catch their show. And for the record, I don't even like friggen "California" (although i did, freshman year) so don't start that.
Why are movies so expensive? The seats aren't even comfortable. Since that week when Jenna, Ashleigh and whomever else we went with went to the movies literally every other day, plus renting movies like daily, I've sworn off the movie theater. I can wait for DVDs.
The Key Club office is wealthy. Just like our South Carolinian friend's slang is. St. Louis was a fun experience, but an awful city. Key Club actually isn't an awful organization. It's a bit misguided and a bit misunderstood, but it's not bad. It's actually quite lovely.
Bobby called a person of religious affluence a bitch. He's going to hell, fo sho. Kidding. But, he did. And I'm teaching 6th grade CCD this year which is kind of old, I think. They're all definately old enough to know I'm not entirely that much older than them. And I hope they like me.
Did I ever tell this journal, and the people who read it, about Room 1? Room Eleven is history. Room One is my new home. Sucky. ESL stole my home.
I want to go to Greece over spring vacation. I think I will. Komsie, Kasty and Brennie are all pro-Greece as well. I think we're going. And I should think we'll have a most excellent time.
CCP is wrapping up. 4-8? Let the tears out.
I'm delirious, I'm tired, I'm out.
<33Karen
Well, I mean, I know what I do everyday so I guess this isn't like the recording of my life, right? I can just write about what I'm thinking and overanalyzing everything.
But for a twinge of normalcy, some insight on my life. I can't wait to see phantom planet! We're going to the Stone Pony in september to catch their show. And for the record, I don't even like friggen "California" (although i did, freshman year) so don't start that.
Why are movies so expensive? The seats aren't even comfortable. Since that week when Jenna, Ashleigh and whomever else we went with went to the movies literally every other day, plus renting movies like daily, I've sworn off the movie theater. I can wait for DVDs.
The Key Club office is wealthy. Just like our South Carolinian friend's slang is. St. Louis was a fun experience, but an awful city. Key Club actually isn't an awful organization. It's a bit misguided and a bit misunderstood, but it's not bad. It's actually quite lovely.
Bobby called a person of religious affluence a bitch. He's going to hell, fo sho. Kidding. But, he did. And I'm teaching 6th grade CCD this year which is kind of old, I think. They're all definately old enough to know I'm not entirely that much older than them. And I hope they like me.
Did I ever tell this journal, and the people who read it, about Room 1? Room Eleven is history. Room One is my new home. Sucky. ESL stole my home.
I want to go to Greece over spring vacation. I think I will. Komsie, Kasty and Brennie are all pro-Greece as well. I think we're going. And I should think we'll have a most excellent time.
CCP is wrapping up. 4-8? Let the tears out.
I'm delirious, I'm tired, I'm out.
<33Karen