At IHop...
So my computer is pretty much officially dead. However, mi padre is currently reviving it. I've had so many viruses infect it and everything and now if I leave it for ten minutes, I'll come back to twenty popups (half of which are yapping away--isn't that annoying? I hate those...), and everytime I try to shut it off the normal way I get an error message and have to force quit it. It's obnoxious. Very, very obnoxious. And in the past week, it's taken to freezing whenever it feels like it and having the programs stop responding, so it got so unbearable that I asked my dad to fix it. He's working on it now, which is why I took my sister's lovely laptop (though I like mine better, of course. My loyalty lies with my own screwed up piece of junk), and am eating at IHop. I've got a funny waiter too, haha. He's cracking me up over here. He came over and gave me my appetizer and then turned to the table next to me, and told them, "I just wanted to let you know that she got hers first because it's an appetizer, so, you know, I'm not ignoring you or anything". And he's been over at least five times in the half hour that I've been here to ask if we're doing okay. Nice guy though.
I very well may have met my soul mate last night, and I don't even have his name. Or a glass shoe to find him with. He was adorable, and he helped me across the street to make sure I didn't get run over. And when we got to the gates for the football game, the lady taking tickets asked if he was paying for just himself or for me too (she thought we were a couple), and he actually looked at me to see if I needed him to, even though I'd only (ooh, "are you doing okay?" number six for Nice Waiter) been talking to him for ten minutes. Of course I'd never make him cover my ticket, and besides, I had my press pass. I should have asked for his name. Dang, he was cute too. Of course, three years older--is that too much? Normally I'd say no, but since it means he's in college while I'm still in high school, it seems extreme. Sigh.
Jeez, it is freezing in here. I'm not even kidding. I'm hunched closer to the laptop to try to soak up it's warmth, if that gives you any clues ("are you doing okay?" number seven for Nice Waiter). You know, I heard something about how restaurants purposely make their dining areas cold to move people out faster so that they get more people coming through and you don't take up their table for too long. And they're about to run me out, for sure. I'm shivering. Seriously. Schools do that too, because supposedly kids learn better if it's chilly because if it's warm it makes them fall asleep. Or, you know, instead of freezing us all they could try moving school back an hour so that we don't have to wake up at six o clock in the morning. But whatever. I heard some statistic that said that 45% of high school students get six hours or less of sleep a night. And it's true. I know that's about how much I get.
I'm ACTed out. I really am. I've taken that dang test three times, and I've taken three practice tests, read and studied two prep books, and been tutoring for the past three or so months. And I just finished taking a practice test last week for my tutor, and now she gave me another one to take. I'm starting to feel the pressure. It's not anyone's fault, it's just that I want that top score, and I want it now. I don't want my score to go down; I'll feel so awful if it does. But yet that's a possibility, because there isn't much room for it to go up from 31. I keep thinking that maybe that score was just a fluke, and that scares me.
My dad suggested I take a break though. Just tell my tutor next time that I need a break, and I'll call her when I'm ready to start again. I know she wouldn't mind. Besides, I've got the PSATs in a month, and I have to study for those because that's where National Merit Scholars come from, and I can only take it once (time number eight). He also said I should go get a massage, which I'm one hundred percent for. My muscles are so tensed.
I'm a water addict. I always have a bottle in my hand, and every restaurant I go to I ask for water. I don't even drink soda. Just (time number nine) water.
You watch, I'm gonna get a cold just from sitting in this place. Seriously freezing. And they claimed they would be warming it up too. That was like an hour ago.
Ah, I better be headed home. Before I turn into a popsicle.
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Tiffany