a helluva week
oy gevald. so, as the "subject" says, it's been a hell of a week.
thursday consisted of me changing my hair for the first time in about.... oh... 7 years. then was mr. and miss. w.i. had a really good time at that, wilfredo rocks my world, and jamie was definitely robbed of at least runner up. then i got in trouble for having kate with me. oops. anyway, on to friday.
umm....what happened friday. school. yeah. failed calc. oh. at night chase and i started his halloween costume and its hilarious.
saturday was a day. i was rudely awakened at 10 to "clear out your room, your father's replacing your window. whaaat. so a few hours later i have a huge hole in my wall, and i'm in the next room, and all of a sudden i hear my dad on the ladder outside say:
"uh oh"
me: ...whats wrong?
"nicole..."
me: yeah...?
"nicole... you better come here."
so i go.
"a really big spider, you know one of those big brown ones just crawled in your room before i could stop it..."
me: great thanks dad ok.
"go look for it, see if its around - i think it had an egg sack too."
me: right dad
"and i think it brought suitcases."
oh i was dying. i haven't slept in my room for going on 3 nights though. not cuz i'm scared... theres just a lot of stuff on my bed that i can't put anywere... so later on, homecoming game, then a bunch of other stuff blah blah blah. THEN. it seemed that about everything i said that day turned around real fast to bite me in the ass so quick i couldn't even figure out what happened. which ended up in me getting grounded at 9 30 that night while i was out, which ended up in me coming home and getting my phone taken away and falling off the face of the earth for the weekend. liz i still love you.
sunday - bethpage - i won in my category for my painting in the adults section 1st place out of nassau suffolk and queens. bam baby. came home for all of 10 minutes and off to uncle's for dinner. there he told me that "eagles may soar, but weasels don't get sucked into jet engines." i've heard that somewhere before though.
then today i worked from 8 30 to 4 30, one of the secretaries ran to the ER b/c they thought she was having a panic attack. umm. yeah. don't know what happened with that... and now i just got "you're not the daughter i thought you were" because i just revealed to my mother that i faked sick last year to write papers, i wasnt really sick. oy.
and so ends my days.