"love is not the easy thing, the only baggage you can bring is all that you can't leave behind."
i'm not really sure why i'm doing this. writing, i mean. here. i don't really have much to say that i care for the world (and whoever else reads this) to see. i think i'm writing just to...write.
i wrote a poem for my fourth grade class. thanks to all the oh-so-wonderful suggestions i got (that would be sarcastic, by the way, considering i didn't get any), i wrote a cute poem that's 7 stanzas long with 4 lines each (you can do the math if you like). i'm going to try and get a picture of the class with me and give each kid and the teacher a copy.
i get to sleep in tuesday...yay. i'll just go in for my exam. ...not so yay.
today is mother's day and my parents 29th anniversary. that's a long time. woah. i hope i can remember next year that's it's year #30...so i can get them something good. with what little money my college-kid self will have. hmm.
i went to work at 8 on saturday. and was working till 5. around 3:30 tom came up and said, "can you stick around till 6? someone can't come in until then." so i said, "sure." i figured, hey, sean didn't get off work till 6 either, and wouldn't be up till after that. may as well work an extra hour and make some more money. so i worked 10 hours. at $7.16 an hour, that's not bad at all. i get paid this wednesday. yay.
prom is this friday...eeps.
...why am i still writing? i haven't said anything important yet. and at the rate i'm going, nothing important is going to be said. it's getting less important as i go on.
i ate too much at outback. but it was mm-mm good.