praying, sought his sweet safekeeping. ever, ever, in thy keeping
i did it all for an extra 5 points on the math test:
got dressed and went to paulas house. changed my flip flops for really nice strappy pink and red platforms and walked to megan's house on third street. had paula try on a pair of pants that didn't fit cause she was so worried about her skirt and that the teachers might have a problem with it. well. they didn't but they had a problem with my black shirt [supposedly mrs. MacElroy told me to wear white] so i had to go back HOME and change...aghhh-i took the train down because my feet hurt so much. i put on 2 white shirts because they were both sheer and i didnt want to get yelled at by the scary scary teachers [the only non scary junior homeroom teacher is mrs. byrnes-god bless that woman...not only does she teach BIOLOGY but shes such a sweetie, everyone loves her!]. then i walked back up and served at the junior dance. ah. lovely--lighting candles, giving people food, putting out balloons, filling up pitchers with water...dancing with myself behind the tables because they told us we coudln't go onto the dance floor. this is getting me so psyched for sarah's prom-the grinding, the slowdancing, the eating, the crowning of the prom king and queen [which we do NOT have at my school], it all gets me giddy like a schoolgirl [which is what i am, by the way].
the cleanup wasn't so fun. i got home at 12 [mmhmm folks, thats late for me] and came home and collapsed with my cat, who's been really needy and loving lately. wierdo.
today=bumming around the house doing global homework. woohoo global regent= june 18th! get psyched. yeah. and then tonight my friend emma from chorus is coming to sleep over with her sister--we're going to sing mass and queen jane and eat chinese food. then tomorrow=AIDS WALK!
University of Pennsylvania
You were a hard-working wannabe cool kid, and now
you are at the Ivy Leage equivalent of a rich,
suburban high school, and all of the kids used
to be too hard-working to be cool, so now you
all pretend to be cool together. As long as
Daddy keeps sending you money and you keep that
coke habit in check, you're degree will mean
something someday, even if none of your classes
did.
Which Ivy League University is right for YOU?
coke habit! thats right, folks.
got dressed and went to paulas house. changed my flip flops for really nice strappy pink and red platforms and walked to megan's house on third street. had paula try on a pair of pants that didn't fit cause she was so worried about her skirt and that the teachers might have a problem with it. well. they didn't but they had a problem with my black shirt [supposedly mrs. MacElroy told me to wear white] so i had to go back HOME and change...aghhh-i took the train down because my feet hurt so much. i put on 2 white shirts because they were both sheer and i didnt want to get yelled at by the scary scary teachers [the only non scary junior homeroom teacher is mrs. byrnes-god bless that woman...not only does she teach BIOLOGY but shes such a sweetie, everyone loves her!]. then i walked back up and served at the junior dance. ah. lovely--lighting candles, giving people food, putting out balloons, filling up pitchers with water...dancing with myself behind the tables because they told us we coudln't go onto the dance floor. this is getting me so psyched for sarah's prom-the grinding, the slowdancing, the eating, the crowning of the prom king and queen [which we do NOT have at my school], it all gets me giddy like a schoolgirl [which is what i am, by the way].
the cleanup wasn't so fun. i got home at 12 [mmhmm folks, thats late for me] and came home and collapsed with my cat, who's been really needy and loving lately. wierdo.
today=bumming around the house doing global homework. woohoo global regent= june 18th! get psyched. yeah. and then tonight my friend emma from chorus is coming to sleep over with her sister--we're going to sing mass and queen jane and eat chinese food. then tomorrow=AIDS WALK!
University of Pennsylvania
You were a hard-working wannabe cool kid, and now
you are at the Ivy Leage equivalent of a rich,
suburban high school, and all of the kids used
to be too hard-working to be cool, so now you
all pretend to be cool together. As long as
Daddy keeps sending you money and you keep that
coke habit in check, you're degree will mean
something someday, even if none of your classes
did.
Which Ivy League University is right for YOU?
coke habit! thats right, folks.