Johnny Damon, I'll miss you!!!!
*sad* Red Sox lost their third game to the Chicago White Sox.... we're through. *cries* So long boys... until next year!
I stayed home Wednesday and yesterday. I'm sick with nausea and headaches and it's been like this for like two weeks. Today was pretty bad after school, but I took a migraine pill and I was fine.
Wednesday I went to our first play practice with Travis and Chris, and we just did some music stuff. It was pretty fun, and I think everyone is really likeable. "Pep-si Cola is the drink for you! Ya da, dah dah!!"
Yesterday I did nothing. That's my story.
I have a fat face. When I smile, my cheeks are huge. But that's ok, my sparkling blue eyes and ravishing freckels make up for it... NOT.
Work is pretty kewl. Cashiering is fast, it makes time move quickly, and it's easy. This guy there is really cute, and wicked nice. I can't wait to go back on Monday.
Travis and I got into a fight because I asked him to pick me up from work, and he said no because he was having people over after the game so my brother is nice enought to stay home and pick me up and bring me to Trav's house, and then no one is there. I call Travis on his phone, and he said that everyone was up at the Millbury Mall, and he was getting mad at me, 'cause I was pissed that he didn't call me and say anything when I could've just told my brother not to bother. Trav asked me when I was getting out of work, and made this deal about not wanting to pick me up, yet he goes there anyway with everyone else. I was like, "Um, no I'm going home."
So here I am. Competition tomorrow.
I stayed home Wednesday and yesterday. I'm sick with nausea and headaches and it's been like this for like two weeks. Today was pretty bad after school, but I took a migraine pill and I was fine.
Wednesday I went to our first play practice with Travis and Chris, and we just did some music stuff. It was pretty fun, and I think everyone is really likeable. "Pep-si Cola is the drink for you! Ya da, dah dah!!"
Yesterday I did nothing. That's my story.
I have a fat face. When I smile, my cheeks are huge. But that's ok, my sparkling blue eyes and ravishing freckels make up for it... NOT.
Work is pretty kewl. Cashiering is fast, it makes time move quickly, and it's easy. This guy there is really cute, and wicked nice. I can't wait to go back on Monday.
Travis and I got into a fight because I asked him to pick me up from work, and he said no because he was having people over after the game so my brother is nice enought to stay home and pick me up and bring me to Trav's house, and then no one is there. I call Travis on his phone, and he said that everyone was up at the Millbury Mall, and he was getting mad at me, 'cause I was pissed that he didn't call me and say anything when I could've just told my brother not to bother. Trav asked me when I was getting out of work, and made this deal about not wanting to pick me up, yet he goes there anyway with everyone else. I was like, "Um, no I'm going home."
So here I am. Competition tomorrow.