I Actually Don't Speak That Language.
Right now I am sitting in my computer chair that has gotten progressively more uncomfortable as it gets older. I really don't know who to blame for my discomfort, but for now I will simply blame my Uncle. He seems to be a suspicious guy, being rediculously smart and all. But who really knows...
It is the middle of the afternoon, and I have barely any homework that I will put off until the last possible minute, like any other teenager would logically do. The end of the year is very soon, and I found out today that I don't even have to go to my U.S. History class on final day. I don't think there is anything on this planet that I hate more than attending that class. The only thing that keeps me alive is...well...the sleeping during movies?! Because I do that a lot, and then Mr. Murphy is like "why didn't you get enough sleep last night?" and then I slyly respond "because I was up late doing your outlines!" He is yet to think of a good comeback for that one. Shuts him up every time. I think it may be magical.
Other than that pointless story, I got my license. And that is the most fantastic thing that I have ever done to myself. Because I drive everywhere, and I drive alone. And I will not dosclose the information if I drive with other people, because then I would admit to breaking the law. And you know I would never do that.
This past weekend I went to the beach with Drew, and it was a fantastical time of love and joy and cute boys across the street that wouldn't leave the sight of their parents. But we don't need to go into that at all. We had loads of fun on the beach, shopping in Astoria (and going to the Finnish Sauna), and renting golf carts, and doing homework, and getting sunburnt. But when I got home, I heard tales of all of the amazing times that other people had this past weekend with various activities many of which leading to nudity, and I just wished that I could have been home. I'm not saying that I didn't have a good time at the beach, but I just am sad that I missed so much at home that it mildly upsets me.
But I guess you could say that I want to work at Moonstruck. Last night before I started to study for my final in U.S. History, I had to go there and get a milkshake so I could focus, because I just couldn't without it.
Driving is such a great privilage with lots of skill involved. One could say that driving is one of my skills.