I am so deffinitly moving to Florida when I am old and pruny.
The other day (a.k.a. - Thursday) I went with Linna (Tucker's (my mother's boyfriend) daughter) and 'da fam to chinese and then to the Date movie. Dear God, it was so inappropriate, I almost peed my pants. It was so bad, it was funny. Anyway - It was a good time.
I am officially over my cold, too. No more mucus. Thank you Dear Jesus.
On Friday I went down to Philly, to see my mother's family because we haven't visited my Uncle Brian since....a couple months ago - I think it was really late December. Anyway - If y'all don't know, my Uncle Brian is blind and has some major brain damage - even though he is wicked smart (long story short - he got shot in the head with a rifle when he was 13, when a crazy guy down the street thought he was stealing his christmas lights). It was fun. We took him out to dinner and Anthony and him we seeing who could eat more food - my Uncle won. Anthony was slightly pissed. After dinner, we stayed with my Uncle Ray and Aunt Jean, who are wicked fun, but because of the weather we had to leave Saturday morning - which sucked. Overall, we spent 6 hours in the car there and back to stay less than 24 hours.
I have a ton of homework to do, which I have no clue what to do, even though most of it was suppose to be passed in two weeks ago or something. I'm not going to finish it all and I really don't care. I don't care about my stupid story or Ae or Egyptian whatever. I really don't.
I think that's sorta bad. I think the bad thing is, is that I thought these feelings would fade once I had vacation, but they really haven't. I think if we were learning about something I actually cared about in school, maybe I would take more pride and time for my work, but that isn't the case. Maybe it's not the work - maybe it's just that fact that some of my teacher's are starting to annoy the crap out of me and I am just starting not to care about their thoughts or feedback. Now that is what I call bad.
I spent my morning at barnes and Noble. I had fun. Reading stupid teen magazines really does put me in a better mood - I have no clue why.
I am officially over my cold, too. No more mucus. Thank you Dear Jesus.
On Friday I went down to Philly, to see my mother's family because we haven't visited my Uncle Brian since....a couple months ago - I think it was really late December. Anyway - If y'all don't know, my Uncle Brian is blind and has some major brain damage - even though he is wicked smart (long story short - he got shot in the head with a rifle when he was 13, when a crazy guy down the street thought he was stealing his christmas lights). It was fun. We took him out to dinner and Anthony and him we seeing who could eat more food - my Uncle won. Anthony was slightly pissed. After dinner, we stayed with my Uncle Ray and Aunt Jean, who are wicked fun, but because of the weather we had to leave Saturday morning - which sucked. Overall, we spent 6 hours in the car there and back to stay less than 24 hours.
I have a ton of homework to do, which I have no clue what to do, even though most of it was suppose to be passed in two weeks ago or something. I'm not going to finish it all and I really don't care. I don't care about my stupid story or Ae or Egyptian whatever. I really don't.
I think that's sorta bad. I think the bad thing is, is that I thought these feelings would fade once I had vacation, but they really haven't. I think if we were learning about something I actually cared about in school, maybe I would take more pride and time for my work, but that isn't the case. Maybe it's not the work - maybe it's just that fact that some of my teacher's are starting to annoy the crap out of me and I am just starting not to care about their thoughts or feedback. Now that is what I call bad.
I spent my morning at barnes and Noble. I had fun. Reading stupid teen magazines really does put me in a better mood - I have no clue why.