--I'll be waiting here when you return
So yea...I turned 18- pretty cool. I got a car. His name's Benny. He's a 95 Maxima and I <3 him. A lot. I had a really good birthday, I wouldn't change a minute of it if I could. I had cheese fries (almost hit my one year...but it was worth it), spent over 2 hours in the gym (didn't work out much, but I had a lot of fun), enjoyed the company of my friends, so on and so forth.
Megan's Baby broke down :( I drove her down to exit 49 to drop her off at her Dad's car. I was terrified to drive on the LIE, but with a good amount of encouragement I was able to withstand my panic and such. In addition, Lammy morally supported me when I tried to pump my own gas. It went well.
Class Competition was yesterday, as much as I would like to show some support for my school, I just can't do it. Spending an hour in that gym was too much. I respect the people that put so much time and effort into everything. And I also respect the individuals who show some sort of passion to it all, but personally...it just isn't my forte-- at all.
Work has been gay. I need to find another job, now that I'm 18 and all. I should jump on that. Also I should head to a tattoo shop to have someone draw my tattoo. I have a lot of crap to do. We'll see what happens.
I never really understood the vitality and severity of an "I miss you" or genuinely missing someone until recently. Well not to this degree at least. The anguish and distress is unexplainable.
Megan's Baby broke down :( I drove her down to exit 49 to drop her off at her Dad's car. I was terrified to drive on the LIE, but with a good amount of encouragement I was able to withstand my panic and such. In addition, Lammy morally supported me when I tried to pump my own gas. It went well.
Class Competition was yesterday, as much as I would like to show some support for my school, I just can't do it. Spending an hour in that gym was too much. I respect the people that put so much time and effort into everything. And I also respect the individuals who show some sort of passion to it all, but personally...it just isn't my forte-- at all.
Work has been gay. I need to find another job, now that I'm 18 and all. I should jump on that. Also I should head to a tattoo shop to have someone draw my tattoo. I have a lot of crap to do. We'll see what happens.
I never really understood the vitality and severity of an "I miss you" or genuinely missing someone until recently. Well not to this degree at least. The anguish and distress is unexplainable.