"Promise you'll remember when I'm gone...."
Last night... we almost DIED. But let's backtrack shall we?
I worked all day yesterday. And there was some thing going on down the Center so we were mobbed. I came home. We then went with my grandparent's to buy a new stove. For our house. We got a new microwave too because well the one we have new is literally older than I am. Mhm.
Left here around sevenish to pick up Nicole and Jess. We went to Panera... in which there was a woman singing Sarah McLachlan type songs that lasted for ever. It was hilarious. I get so embarassed for other people... in this case the woman making an ass for herself by singing to the yuppies at Panera.
Went to the mall afterwards. I bought earrings for prom from H&M. They be blinging yo. Can bling be a verb? (Edit: The blinging earrings fuckin broke when I tried them on... they shall be returned) Cheryl made me an amazing coffee at the Dunkin she works at in the food court.
After we left the mall is where we almost died. I shall set the scene for y'all. It's night, obviously dark. It's all nice out and what have you. We have some ridiculous 90s music on that is hilarious. I'm driving. We're going down rt. 1 towards Chelsea and Russo's tux. I'm in the middle lane. Two cars are racing on either side of us. The one to my left... spins out in front of me and is now going horizontal to my verticle. So I brake to stop myself from hitting the car that is now all of two inches in front of, it spins in circles around us and either hits something off near the guardrail or manages to stop itself. There is now car mayhem, (Jess - Where's my shoe!?!?) (Nicole - Ahhhhhhhhh!) (Me - Why are there sunglasses under my peddles?) and the idiot who almost killed us has now seemingly recovered and is driving off in a blaze of idiocy whilest we praise Jesus we're alive. Crazy.
Went down the Landing to kiss the very ground in thanks that we're alive afterwards but it was damn cold so we peaced out. Once we dropped Nicole off Jess and I went down the Center for oodles of fun there. We got to see Winthrop on the news via the Pizza Center windows along with twenty other homeslices to hear of our very own faux "terrorist". That's so fucking hot it's ridiculous. So yeah some crazy freshmen kid is apparently all arrested and whatnot for his crazy weapons and plots to kill our schoolslices which means basically that tomorrow I will get to miss a class to have an assembly which is sweet.
Apparently in my last entry I forgot to discuss our "Scared Straight" assembly on Thursday where some geniuses decided to bring five convicts to the school to talk to us. Sans any permission slips for us might I add. And what did I gain from this experience? "Jail ain't purty." from my personal fav convict the meth cooking redneck from the swamplands who somehow made his way to Boston. Winthrop High School I shall miss the oddities you present us with once I'm gone.
I found this thing last night. It's pretty sweet. Clicky. You upload a picture of yourself and then it gives you the celebrities you most resemble. For meh... Priyanka Chopra (I'm not sure who this is but apparently we look alike), Kelly Clarkson, Queen Rania (erm again with the who), Ashley Judd, Jessica Alba, Michelle Rodrigues (who I have always thought is ugly), Jennifer Love Hewitt, Evangeline Lilly, Marcia Cross, and Woranuch Wongsawan (who is Chinese and nothing against Chinese people but erm well I'm not). I'm not sure if I actually look like any of these people so I guess tell me who you think I look like.
I have a feeling my psychology final isn't going to be completed until the last possible minute that I have to do it. Mhm.
Ahm sleepy. And oh so dunzo.
*QotD - (I'm too emotionally scarred by my near almost murder to remember any quotes... that and I'm lazy)*
I worked all day yesterday. And there was some thing going on down the Center so we were mobbed. I came home. We then went with my grandparent's to buy a new stove. For our house. We got a new microwave too because well the one we have new is literally older than I am. Mhm.
Left here around sevenish to pick up Nicole and Jess. We went to Panera... in which there was a woman singing Sarah McLachlan type songs that lasted for ever. It was hilarious. I get so embarassed for other people... in this case the woman making an ass for herself by singing to the yuppies at Panera.
Went to the mall afterwards. I bought earrings for prom from H&M. They be blinging yo. Can bling be a verb? (Edit: The blinging earrings fuckin broke when I tried them on... they shall be returned) Cheryl made me an amazing coffee at the Dunkin she works at in the food court.
After we left the mall is where we almost died. I shall set the scene for y'all. It's night, obviously dark. It's all nice out and what have you. We have some ridiculous 90s music on that is hilarious. I'm driving. We're going down rt. 1 towards Chelsea and Russo's tux. I'm in the middle lane. Two cars are racing on either side of us. The one to my left... spins out in front of me and is now going horizontal to my verticle. So I brake to stop myself from hitting the car that is now all of two inches in front of, it spins in circles around us and either hits something off near the guardrail or manages to stop itself. There is now car mayhem, (Jess - Where's my shoe!?!?) (Nicole - Ahhhhhhhhh!) (Me - Why are there sunglasses under my peddles?) and the idiot who almost killed us has now seemingly recovered and is driving off in a blaze of idiocy whilest we praise Jesus we're alive. Crazy.
Went down the Landing to kiss the very ground in thanks that we're alive afterwards but it was damn cold so we peaced out. Once we dropped Nicole off Jess and I went down the Center for oodles of fun there. We got to see Winthrop on the news via the Pizza Center windows along with twenty other homeslices to hear of our very own faux "terrorist". That's so fucking hot it's ridiculous. So yeah some crazy freshmen kid is apparently all arrested and whatnot for his crazy weapons and plots to kill our schoolslices which means basically that tomorrow I will get to miss a class to have an assembly which is sweet.
Apparently in my last entry I forgot to discuss our "Scared Straight" assembly on Thursday where some geniuses decided to bring five convicts to the school to talk to us. Sans any permission slips for us might I add. And what did I gain from this experience? "Jail ain't purty." from my personal fav convict the meth cooking redneck from the swamplands who somehow made his way to Boston. Winthrop High School I shall miss the oddities you present us with once I'm gone.
I found this thing last night. It's pretty sweet. Clicky. You upload a picture of yourself and then it gives you the celebrities you most resemble. For meh... Priyanka Chopra (I'm not sure who this is but apparently we look alike), Kelly Clarkson, Queen Rania (erm again with the who), Ashley Judd, Jessica Alba, Michelle Rodrigues (who I have always thought is ugly), Jennifer Love Hewitt, Evangeline Lilly, Marcia Cross, and Woranuch Wongsawan (who is Chinese and nothing against Chinese people but erm well I'm not). I'm not sure if I actually look like any of these people so I guess tell me who you think I look like.
I have a feeling my psychology final isn't going to be completed until the last possible minute that I have to do it. Mhm.
Ahm sleepy. And oh so dunzo.
*QotD - (I'm too emotionally scarred by my near almost murder to remember any quotes... that and I'm lazy)*