by popular demand
Yes, I know it's been a long time, but its been so crazy, this weekend is the quetest its been. I was working on writing this program applicatiion for NFTY, then we took Heather to Stonybrook, which was not AS stressfull as it could have been, because we pulled up to the dorm, and a dozen volunteers with hand-trucks unloaded everything and brought it up to the room, and her roomate is really cool. We are going to see her tonight and take her to dinner, I havent seen her in like, three weeks and its strangely quite (and clean) at home. Im glad to have all my AP work out of the way, I feel like I stayed up so late every night this week, with AP workl, and Thursday I had to do actual homework after getting home after ten from a meeting after school in the city with the nfty nar board, it was fun though. So im tired already, and the year has hardly started. 8th period lunch sucks, but ive gotten my routine down so that after gym I get cookies and eat them in calculus 6th pweriod, and when i go out 8th, I get Starbucks. Its bad, I think I'm, becomming a Starbucks junkie. I hate myself sometimes.
I got called down to the office thursday because mr pio practically begged me to read teh gettysburg address for the 9/11 memorial fruiday morning, trhen he interrupts my english class to give me the address and makes a big deal about how I "offered" my "oratory skills" whatever... I practicd it a few times and I guess it went over well. I think soem people thought i wrote it, which is kind of sad. Zach actually managed to cheer me up friday by tring to trip me on the steps. I saw resident evil with my parenst and then we went to the diner. I told them they had to take me to pearl to get art supplies, and when they asked wht a tortillian stup was, I said it looked like a little joint, and my dad had to make a scene asking me if i ever tried pot, this from the man who's collage bong we uncovered above a ceiling tile when we were cleaning the basement.
I got called down to the office thursday because mr pio practically begged me to read teh gettysburg address for the 9/11 memorial fruiday morning, trhen he interrupts my english class to give me the address and makes a big deal about how I "offered" my "oratory skills" whatever... I practicd it a few times and I guess it went over well. I think soem people thought i wrote it, which is kind of sad. Zach actually managed to cheer me up friday by tring to trip me on the steps. I saw resident evil with my parenst and then we went to the diner. I told them they had to take me to pearl to get art supplies, and when they asked wht a tortillian stup was, I said it looked like a little joint, and my dad had to make a scene asking me if i ever tried pot, this from the man who's collage bong we uncovered above a ceiling tile when we were cleaning the basement.