under house arrest....is that one word?
driving along sloat at 70 miles per hour is a piece of my past now, thanks to a cop, ticket, and court date.
also failing advanced algebra was always inevitable, enter grounded francesca.
movie review: millions: a movie so corny you'll fall asleep or barf. the only saving grace is the really strong accents which you can't understand but are cute on a nine year old child obsessed with saints..dont ask.
to continue with my story though my mother actually went and found the cop that pulled me over and had a nice converstion in which she tried to weasal me out of my ticket and he suggested to her that i am forced to watch "red asphalt", no thank you, and at the end of this nice little chat mr cop asked my mama if she was married to which she responded with a dignified blush and sprint to her car. why she didn't work it so that i had no ticket is beyond me and the cashier and bagger at tower market, all of us were discussing it the other day, while my mother continued to blush.
i have a presentation due tomorrow with Sam h, and we were supposed to have read a 700 page book. of course neither of us did and are completely screwed but are sure we can bullshit our way out of it because our teacher loves us. and we have a smart asian kid in our group who's voice is way too similar to kermit the frogs, together i think we'll either die laughing or get an A.
soccer tonight with jossi and kate and E against 40 year old men.
highlight of the weekend was when mika and lily arrived at my doorstep. proceeded to eat all my food fill me in on all the goingson and then leave, when my mama basically told them they had worn out their welcome amidst hysterical laughing. it was a nice friend hit and run.
c'est la vie. i wish i spoke french.
also failing advanced algebra was always inevitable, enter grounded francesca.
movie review: millions: a movie so corny you'll fall asleep or barf. the only saving grace is the really strong accents which you can't understand but are cute on a nine year old child obsessed with saints..dont ask.
to continue with my story though my mother actually went and found the cop that pulled me over and had a nice converstion in which she tried to weasal me out of my ticket and he suggested to her that i am forced to watch "red asphalt", no thank you, and at the end of this nice little chat mr cop asked my mama if she was married to which she responded with a dignified blush and sprint to her car. why she didn't work it so that i had no ticket is beyond me and the cashier and bagger at tower market, all of us were discussing it the other day, while my mother continued to blush.
i have a presentation due tomorrow with Sam h, and we were supposed to have read a 700 page book. of course neither of us did and are completely screwed but are sure we can bullshit our way out of it because our teacher loves us. and we have a smart asian kid in our group who's voice is way too similar to kermit the frogs, together i think we'll either die laughing or get an A.
soccer tonight with jossi and kate and E against 40 year old men.
highlight of the weekend was when mika and lily arrived at my doorstep. proceeded to eat all my food fill me in on all the goingson and then leave, when my mama basically told them they had worn out their welcome amidst hysterical laughing. it was a nice friend hit and run.
c'est la vie. i wish i spoke french.