Pack up and go.
Last Tuesday my Mom and I are driving along, and she mentions that she is leaving town for a while. She decided she didn't want me home while it was just the boys. So I;ve been here since wednesday. I got the notion in my head that I should enjoy myself to the fullest, and now I'm faced with the delema of "Bring your own damn beer."
Mum got me a little notebook for school. A little blue one that I wrote "Drowning girls is a game I play." all over it. It's my method of saying less, and listening more. I'm alwasy so constantly amused by everything I decided to give myself a little record of sillyness. I also write down importent things for me to remember , and so forth.
I got fired last wedensday, and I am really exited because this opens up a door for me to do Fright fest. Tracy is the casting director and sudjested I be the Fairy Queen. A high profile character in the kids section (I'm probably going to either hate or love kids after this.). Kerri is going ot be doing makeup productions.
Last night we celerbrated the pushing forward of Burning Pixie productions with Ghetto Irish Carbombs. The nights before are blurred memories of nights at Ron's house. I also started school this week. I have Kerri's old teacher Mr. besch, and because of this I think it's going ot be a really interesting year. My Econ teacher thinks I'm a goofy fireball, and my drivers ed teacher I found out is craving some sort of intellegent interaction. It's also going to be a moderatly busy, but easy year. Turbie is in two of my classes. It's Turbie, Darcy, and I in consumer math, and Turbie, Jeremi, and I in Photo. This is refreshingly rediculous, and a blast from the past. I heard about some asshole is trying to take credit for the alkaline trio heart I drew on the cafiteria wall with white out. Turbie told their punk asses what was up.
I miss my kittie, but im having a good time anyways. Kerri found a website with plenty of pirate goodies. Oh, this shall be interesting. I need to go find my notes in the mean time.
Mum got me a little notebook for school. A little blue one that I wrote "Drowning girls is a game I play." all over it. It's my method of saying less, and listening more. I'm alwasy so constantly amused by everything I decided to give myself a little record of sillyness. I also write down importent things for me to remember , and so forth.
I got fired last wedensday, and I am really exited because this opens up a door for me to do Fright fest. Tracy is the casting director and sudjested I be the Fairy Queen. A high profile character in the kids section (I'm probably going to either hate or love kids after this.). Kerri is going ot be doing makeup productions.
Last night we celerbrated the pushing forward of Burning Pixie productions with Ghetto Irish Carbombs. The nights before are blurred memories of nights at Ron's house. I also started school this week. I have Kerri's old teacher Mr. besch, and because of this I think it's going ot be a really interesting year. My Econ teacher thinks I'm a goofy fireball, and my drivers ed teacher I found out is craving some sort of intellegent interaction. It's also going to be a moderatly busy, but easy year. Turbie is in two of my classes. It's Turbie, Darcy, and I in consumer math, and Turbie, Jeremi, and I in Photo. This is refreshingly rediculous, and a blast from the past. I heard about some asshole is trying to take credit for the alkaline trio heart I drew on the cafiteria wall with white out. Turbie told their punk asses what was up.
I miss my kittie, but im having a good time anyways. Kerri found a website with plenty of pirate goodies. Oh, this shall be interesting. I need to go find my notes in the mean time.