Relax, relapse
Fuck the races....
oh the nice smell of burning tires in the air (literally, kathryns house is 5 minutes up the street) and the sounds of engines... niiice, not really.
Im proud of myself... I turned in my community service hours, got 3 copys of my transcripts, and im going to the on the spot acceptance to FIU on Tuesday.
Its not my school of choice, but its atleast a back up, and close to home.
I hope i get accepted to the CIA, if not, im going to cry or something. I hate Floridas atmosphere, to chaotic, i want to goto the suburbs of NY, live with my apple trees, and the hudson river =)
wooooooooood
I wish mr.oliver didnt suffer from "social dysfucntion" so he would talk to me more, in the 3 years ive known him, im the only person i see him talking to other then mr.galazda, and the janitor, and everytime we do talk, he has this half smile on his face like hes thinking im a dumbass, and hes always mumbling to himself?
he eats lunch with the janitor..... everyday
he told me that he cant relate with any of the kids, there all dumb and imature, and hes an intellect, stimulated by knowledge, i think in one of the "dumb" kids....
Ha he walked by me, and i was talking to danny and i said to danny, "thats my husband, and he knows it" and he turned around and smiled, hes such a cool white boy. Hes hopefully going to the CIA too.
WELLL ANYWHO, i love you,and what are you going to do? HAHAHA that rhymmmes!