*react with shock*
Yesterday I went to Gastown (gwee!) to get my headshots done and I was early so I went to the Spaghetti factory with my muzzer and had a ceasar salad. Then I went to the building, which was high security so I had to be buzzed in and I guess we didn't make it to the elevator in time because my mom and I pressed '4' three thousand times and the elevator went nowhere, so we went out to the other one, which didn't work either. I asked my mom if we were stupid and she as well as I could not answer that question. He eventually sent the makeup artist down to find us and she brought us up with her magical key that made the elevator work after scanning it by a detector with a satisfying beep. Getting my makeup done was FUN! It was supposed to look like I didn't have any on, it was just mascara and foundation and some eyeshadow to make me look flawless. Those are not my words. God no. She even got my hair to stay in VELCRO ROLLERS. I congratulate her. She was funny and he was nice so it was easy to get along with them. He spoke french!
For some reason he liked what I was wearing when I got there although I brought a couple outfits and so we started with that. It was sort of awkward when he asked me to breathe out through my mouth to alleviate its tension but I was trying to do that without laughing and it made me look like a model and I don't like how they scowl constantly. I got shot with 2 other shirts on just standing, leaning against a wall, and sitting. He had a cool studio.
Then I took the bus home and saw a guy with the most beautiful eyes I'd ever seen! People kept on staring at my purse. That's right. I also saw a REALLY awesome PT cruiser - it was bronzey and silver with swirls all over. It was like if a silver and bronze PT cruiser was a starbucks coffee mug, it would be that. So I took the bus and met my mom and dad at Tim Hortons and went to Yokohama for dinner. Plus, I drove.
Then today we wrote a dumb play in French, copied notes in Math and then I started to feel REALLY disgusting so I took an advil (with apple-orange-peach juice, which among other things is about as acidic as you can get. Smart move, Daniella.) and went to physics where my condition deteriorated (can't stop thinking about House right now) and I started to feel like I would explode and what Mr Powell would do then. I was trying to decide weather or not to run out of the class and throw up or to ask Mr Powell to leave, and I did the latter and left, debating if I should call my mom or stay at school. About 40 minutes of trying to supress my stomach contents from spewing forth, my advil kicked in and I drew things in my agenda until the bell rang. Then I had a kiwi (ooh! More acid!)for lunch and went to socials, where I wrote an essay on french identity until I started to feel nauseous again, so I finished it, handed it in, and went to the library hoping the walk would make me feel better, which it did to no avail, so I looked at the clock and we had 20 minutes left of class, and so I just left. Took the bus home. Now I feel fine. Probablly from the lack of Physics.
SO now I must go.
For some reason he liked what I was wearing when I got there although I brought a couple outfits and so we started with that. It was sort of awkward when he asked me to breathe out through my mouth to alleviate its tension but I was trying to do that without laughing and it made me look like a model and I don't like how they scowl constantly. I got shot with 2 other shirts on just standing, leaning against a wall, and sitting. He had a cool studio.
Then I took the bus home and saw a guy with the most beautiful eyes I'd ever seen! People kept on staring at my purse. That's right. I also saw a REALLY awesome PT cruiser - it was bronzey and silver with swirls all over. It was like if a silver and bronze PT cruiser was a starbucks coffee mug, it would be that. So I took the bus and met my mom and dad at Tim Hortons and went to Yokohama for dinner. Plus, I drove.
Then today we wrote a dumb play in French, copied notes in Math and then I started to feel REALLY disgusting so I took an advil (with apple-orange-peach juice, which among other things is about as acidic as you can get. Smart move, Daniella.) and went to physics where my condition deteriorated (can't stop thinking about House right now) and I started to feel like I would explode and what Mr Powell would do then. I was trying to decide weather or not to run out of the class and throw up or to ask Mr Powell to leave, and I did the latter and left, debating if I should call my mom or stay at school. About 40 minutes of trying to supress my stomach contents from spewing forth, my advil kicked in and I drew things in my agenda until the bell rang. Then I had a kiwi (ooh! More acid!)for lunch and went to socials, where I wrote an essay on french identity until I started to feel nauseous again, so I finished it, handed it in, and went to the library hoping the walk would make me feel better, which it did to no avail, so I looked at the clock and we had 20 minutes left of class, and so I just left. Took the bus home. Now I feel fine. Probablly from the lack of Physics.
SO now I must go.