fresca...dont' drink too much, you might snow in your pants...
crazy week to end with my once-a-month complacency day. i'm pretty sure i didn't talk at all in at least 4 periods. started painting adams' monkey with bek. getting frustrated with paint because i like it and it's fun except when you can't make what you want come out and seriously, that's annoying. tonight was fun, i appreciate everyone. until i had to leave at 10:15. but i came home and got to talk to my dad for like an hour (which was nice) during which he revealed that i was free to stay out til 12 or so, because "i mean your a junior in high school and i don't know why your mom made you come home". i'm glad the truth is out. so chlorine+cold+no lotion= chapped hands and legs. no es bueno. sara jones, hang out with us more.
i need a cool place to work. go.
i need a cool place to work. go.