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So, last night was an interesting one. Went to the tea house, as usual, and leave with Calder and Gabe after they close to go to Calder's house (We originally were going to see a movie, but are broke and were too late anyways). having been there for a while, I said that while I did not wish to leave them, I probably should head home eventually. Calder said, "Well, my sister's room is available, you're welcome to stay."
So I spent the night AT A BOY'S HOUSE. OHMYGOSHSCANDAL. I actually think that that is the first time I've ever done that. We dropped off Gabe, and then (after admiring Calder's extensive weapons collection) went to bed. Next morning, I wake up a little before seven, just out of habit. I lay in bed a while, turn of my cell phone alarm since I'm already awake, and fade in and out. I hear the door open, and turn to what I think will be Calder telling me I've accidentally overslept and we have to run to catch the bus to YSW. However, the face at the door had black, not red, facial hair, and no matter how hard my brain tried to understand how Calder could look so different, eventually I had to come to the realization that a strange man just walked into the small room in which I was sleeping. He looked at me embarrassedly and said, "Sorry, this is mine..." took a suitcase, and booked it out of there. I fell asleep (And, I believe, dreamed that Jasmine and I had to move to the middle of nowhere, where we were bound, according to my dream, to become serial killers) and went downstairs at around 10:20 to Calder just finishing making scrambled eggs for us. It was very very nice.
Rehearsals went well (though, from standing for so long, blood has started to drain to my legs and my feet have gotten swollen and purplish. Which I'm guessing is bad). We got our costumes for Charlie Brown (Which COULD NOT be much cuter) and went down to the centerhouse dressed as the Peanuts gang. There's not much funnier than looking into a starbucks and seeing Charlie Brown peering into a pastry display, talking on a cell phone.
But here is the exciting news: AP Test Scores came in. I got a 4 on my Lit exam and a 5 on my Language. FUCK YEAH, COLLEGE BOARD! That's god knows what terrible introductory english classes I do NOT have to take. YES! Also, it's just damned good bragging rights. Which is why I'm here, bragging.
Now, I must go to bed, before my feet fall off. Goodnight, world!
So I spent the night AT A BOY'S HOUSE. OHMYGOSHSCANDAL. I actually think that that is the first time I've ever done that. We dropped off Gabe, and then (after admiring Calder's extensive weapons collection) went to bed. Next morning, I wake up a little before seven, just out of habit. I lay in bed a while, turn of my cell phone alarm since I'm already awake, and fade in and out. I hear the door open, and turn to what I think will be Calder telling me I've accidentally overslept and we have to run to catch the bus to YSW. However, the face at the door had black, not red, facial hair, and no matter how hard my brain tried to understand how Calder could look so different, eventually I had to come to the realization that a strange man just walked into the small room in which I was sleeping. He looked at me embarrassedly and said, "Sorry, this is mine..." took a suitcase, and booked it out of there. I fell asleep (And, I believe, dreamed that Jasmine and I had to move to the middle of nowhere, where we were bound, according to my dream, to become serial killers) and went downstairs at around 10:20 to Calder just finishing making scrambled eggs for us. It was very very nice.
Rehearsals went well (though, from standing for so long, blood has started to drain to my legs and my feet have gotten swollen and purplish. Which I'm guessing is bad). We got our costumes for Charlie Brown (Which COULD NOT be much cuter) and went down to the centerhouse dressed as the Peanuts gang. There's not much funnier than looking into a starbucks and seeing Charlie Brown peering into a pastry display, talking on a cell phone.
But here is the exciting news: AP Test Scores came in. I got a 4 on my Lit exam and a 5 on my Language. FUCK YEAH, COLLEGE BOARD! That's god knows what terrible introductory english classes I do NOT have to take. YES! Also, it's just damned good bragging rights. Which is why I'm here, bragging.
Now, I must go to bed, before my feet fall off. Goodnight, world!