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I decided I don't even care anymore. All week I've been thinking "is he getting back with her", "is he avoiding me" and after calling once or twice a day, and him being with her everytime, I decided it's not even worth my time. I've been just listening to people talk lately, and everyone has something to complain about with their *love* life, or whatever the heck you want to call it, and basically, it is all crap. Our generation thinks about that type of thing too much, and hey guys, it's almost 100% likely that you and your significant other won't be together as long as you'd like. Sorry to be pessimistic, livejournal reader, but it is true, and it is really freaking bothersome to know that everyone I know, including myself, is like "I like them, they don't like me." or "I like them more than they like me." or blahblahblah. It's so annoying, everyone should be a monk.
Monday Katie, Harry, and I went and watched the soccer games. Mrs. Orrock is kind of looking for people to take pictures of sporting events, and Shellie defintely needs all she can get for the portfolio, so I'm going to try and do this kind of thing often. Sports are very uninteresting, but the coach ended up freaking out a lot and keeping us all entertained.
That's probably the one that is going to be in the school newspaper. =]
Tuesday Justin, Katie, Harry, and I drew ridiculous things all over my driveway, for fun. I got in trouble for it, but whatever it was so fun! Our neighbors actually went up to my mom's boyfriend and said, "You actually allow stuff like that in your driveway!?" Pshhhhtt.
That day my dad calls me, and he says, "Hey I have something for you. It's really important and I need to see you." He picks me up from being with Justin, Harry, and Katie and I sit in his truck and he's writing out checks. And we're just talking and he hands them to me, one is to my mom, and one is to me, the one to my mom is for $980 and the one to me is for $1,500. My mom's was just child support. That $1,500 is money that my dad took out of myyyy bank account when my mom and him bought a house when I was 5. He told my I deserve it and that I need to spend it wisely. I almosted cried. I know I don't give him enough credit, but he is defintely one of my favorite family members ever. I wish I saw him more often, but that's really hard to do, I suppose. I'm just going to get car insurance with it, and save the rest in the bank, yanno. [my first bank account ever, opened Friday? OH BOY.] Yeah, I'm getting a car this week, and a license as soon as possible.
So the rest of the week really doesn't matter, except Saturday. Saturday started out with Katie and I going to buy Blair goldfish for her birthday. We get to the place on Route 88, and a lot of the fish are randomly dead [disgusting?!] Except the goldfish, so we bought some nonetheless. We got three of them, and some cute little things for the fish bowl, and it was 100% perfect, today Blair and I come home from work, and two out of three are dead! Tomorrow we're getting new ones, because he needs friends. I'm complaining to the place because that is garbage. So yes, we brought her fish, and a giantsized card. And Racing Kites was suppose to be there at 6, but they were an hour late so Katie, Jamie Smith, and I just danced around for a while, and everyone else just chilllled. Racing Kites got there and seriously, they were the cutest band ever. Not just cute looking, cute sounding and such. They started with obviously their songs, and played for 3 or 4 hours. They covered so many things, and we danced everywhere and it was just beautiful. They covered The Early November, Taking Back Sunday, Cartel, Brand New, Fall Out Boy, blahblahblah, pop "punk"y stuff, because... that's what Racing Kites is. It was so fun, they hung out with us for an hour afterwards, but it got to midnight and everyone had to go. There were something like 8 sound complaints and the cops kept coming, but because of how badass Racing Kites is, they kept playing!! =D I wish I brought my camera, but I totally forgot it, and these are all Blair's pictures. =]
Yeah, Blair's dad's friend got really drunk and sang Sweet Home Alabama like an idiot. I danced with him a lot. He like, forced them to play it.
GET IT!? RACING KITES. LOL CLEVERRR. =]
Oh by the way, I've been admiring my neighbor's bumper sticker.
And Donnie Iris King looks like Ryan Cartwright. [this is a picture via Atomic CD's cheap vinyl section] Where I found Sufjan Stevens' Michigan. Ohboyohboy.
Monday Katie, Harry, and I went and watched the soccer games. Mrs. Orrock is kind of looking for people to take pictures of sporting events, and Shellie defintely needs all she can get for the portfolio, so I'm going to try and do this kind of thing often. Sports are very uninteresting, but the coach ended up freaking out a lot and keeping us all entertained.
That's probably the one that is going to be in the school newspaper. =]
Tuesday Justin, Katie, Harry, and I drew ridiculous things all over my driveway, for fun. I got in trouble for it, but whatever it was so fun! Our neighbors actually went up to my mom's boyfriend and said, "You actually allow stuff like that in your driveway!?" Pshhhhtt.
That day my dad calls me, and he says, "Hey I have something for you. It's really important and I need to see you." He picks me up from being with Justin, Harry, and Katie and I sit in his truck and he's writing out checks. And we're just talking and he hands them to me, one is to my mom, and one is to me, the one to my mom is for $980 and the one to me is for $1,500. My mom's was just child support. That $1,500 is money that my dad took out of myyyy bank account when my mom and him bought a house when I was 5. He told my I deserve it and that I need to spend it wisely. I almosted cried. I know I don't give him enough credit, but he is defintely one of my favorite family members ever. I wish I saw him more often, but that's really hard to do, I suppose. I'm just going to get car insurance with it, and save the rest in the bank, yanno. [my first bank account ever, opened Friday? OH BOY.] Yeah, I'm getting a car this week, and a license as soon as possible.
So the rest of the week really doesn't matter, except Saturday. Saturday started out with Katie and I going to buy Blair goldfish for her birthday. We get to the place on Route 88, and a lot of the fish are randomly dead [disgusting?!] Except the goldfish, so we bought some nonetheless. We got three of them, and some cute little things for the fish bowl, and it was 100% perfect, today Blair and I come home from work, and two out of three are dead! Tomorrow we're getting new ones, because he needs friends. I'm complaining to the place because that is garbage. So yes, we brought her fish, and a giantsized card. And Racing Kites was suppose to be there at 6, but they were an hour late so Katie, Jamie Smith, and I just danced around for a while, and everyone else just chilllled. Racing Kites got there and seriously, they were the cutest band ever. Not just cute looking, cute sounding and such. They started with obviously their songs, and played for 3 or 4 hours. They covered so many things, and we danced everywhere and it was just beautiful. They covered The Early November, Taking Back Sunday, Cartel, Brand New, Fall Out Boy, blahblahblah, pop "punk"y stuff, because... that's what Racing Kites is. It was so fun, they hung out with us for an hour afterwards, but it got to midnight and everyone had to go. There were something like 8 sound complaints and the cops kept coming, but because of how badass Racing Kites is, they kept playing!! =D I wish I brought my camera, but I totally forgot it, and these are all Blair's pictures. =]
Yeah, Blair's dad's friend got really drunk and sang Sweet Home Alabama like an idiot. I danced with him a lot. He like, forced them to play it.
GET IT!? RACING KITES. LOL CLEVERRR. =]
Oh by the way, I've been admiring my neighbor's bumper sticker.
And Donnie Iris King looks like Ryan Cartwright. [this is a picture via Atomic CD's cheap vinyl section] Where I found Sufjan Stevens' Michigan. Ohboyohboy.