yo no soy marinero.
nicole no está en gainesville. melissa no esta aquí también. me ha olvidó mucho de mi español que aprendó en colégio.
hm. i don't even know if that's right grammar and tenses. quite frankly, i don't care. well ... a little, but not enough to do anything about it.
i have tracked down my middle school crush [well, one of them]. and he's in a local band. so that means photos. i remember the day when he and his cousin sang 'heartbreak hotel' in social studies class in 6th grade for some assignment. and they also followed me around singing 'happy birthday' to me long after it was my birthday. i can't remember why...man, i miss middle school. kinda. and i'm such a stalker. but we scorpios make good detectives due to our inquisitive nature and stuff.
saturday laura and i are going to a cookout at alison and janet's after some art sale thing - if we get up early enough, that is. there's a community flea market thingy on sunday, too. but i have Shite To Do. i shall make a list, because it's one of the things i'm good at.
.signification video
.senior video project, whatever that may be
.essay for lit
.get music @ library for lit
.write in poetry journal for lit
.start poems for final project in lit
.do that story for lit
.do that narrative poem for lit
.copy and hang alagarto posters [FRIDAY]
.try not to go cray-cray
.clean up room - esp. floor and desk
.do laundry
.get bras with underwire that doesn't stab me
.find new pair of favorite jeans
.sell back books
.get rid of clothes i don't wear
.get roll of quarters to do laundry
.send out resumes
.PAY BILLS.
i'm sure there's more i'm forgetting. oh well.
hm. i don't even know if that's right grammar and tenses. quite frankly, i don't care. well ... a little, but not enough to do anything about it.
i have tracked down my middle school crush [well, one of them]. and he's in a local band. so that means photos. i remember the day when he and his cousin sang 'heartbreak hotel' in social studies class in 6th grade for some assignment. and they also followed me around singing 'happy birthday' to me long after it was my birthday. i can't remember why...man, i miss middle school. kinda. and i'm such a stalker. but we scorpios make good detectives due to our inquisitive nature and stuff.
saturday laura and i are going to a cookout at alison and janet's after some art sale thing - if we get up early enough, that is. there's a community flea market thingy on sunday, too. but i have Shite To Do. i shall make a list, because it's one of the things i'm good at.
.signification video
.senior video project, whatever that may be
.essay for lit
.get music @ library for lit
.write in poetry journal for lit
.start poems for final project in lit
.do that story for lit
.do that narrative poem for lit
.copy and hang alagarto posters [FRIDAY]
.try not to go cray-cray
.clean up room - esp. floor and desk
.do laundry
.get bras with underwire that doesn't stab me
.find new pair of favorite jeans
.sell back books
.get rid of clothes i don't wear
.get roll of quarters to do laundry
.send out resumes
.PAY BILLS.
i'm sure there's more i'm forgetting. oh well.