Ms. Brightside
I don't like mexicans anymore and that's a story that Carl told me not to post. He'll probably be mad about me saying that too, lol!!
Anyway, I did my speech on Thursday and I was nervous as hell. I'm usually not nervous about talking in front of people but they all have to tell me something I did wrong at the end of the speech and I don't like being corrected. I was trying so hard not to mess up. Well, apparently I did really good because a few people said my speech was cool or awesome. Then, the only thing my teacher said was that for some of my sentences I sounded like I was unsure of myself. I got a 99, YAY!! She told me that I did a good job adding humor and keeping the classes attention, and I gave great explanations.
Yeah, last night my dad called and I only answered because I thought maybe he was ready to apologize. But um, I have no idea why I thought that. He called to yell at me!! How much crap is that??? I don't talk to him for 3 months and he chooses the one time I actually acknowledge his existence to yell at me about how if anyone should apologize about their behavior "that night", it's me. He said he did nothing wrong, I'm acting immature, need to grow up, and he thought that Becky already took the drama queen role. WHAT THE FUCK!?! I HOPE HE HAS A HEART ATTACK!!!!
Well, my mom is teaching me how to drive a stick shift again today, because yesterday I stalled it on Bagdad and got scared so, she took over. Don't make fun of me, there was a lot of traffic and I made it further without stalling than Vicky did when she was learning...she stalled right out of the driveway. I'm better!!
Later tonight, Nathan and Tara are coming over and we're gunna go over to Schlotzsky's to bug Derek until he comes over too. We're having a movie night at my house, we're getting A Clockwork Orange, Taxi Driver, and Tara wants some movie about teenagers younger than us having sex and getting AIDS b/c "that's so our movie"
Anyway, I did my speech on Thursday and I was nervous as hell. I'm usually not nervous about talking in front of people but they all have to tell me something I did wrong at the end of the speech and I don't like being corrected. I was trying so hard not to mess up. Well, apparently I did really good because a few people said my speech was cool or awesome. Then, the only thing my teacher said was that for some of my sentences I sounded like I was unsure of myself. I got a 99, YAY!! She told me that I did a good job adding humor and keeping the classes attention, and I gave great explanations.
Yeah, last night my dad called and I only answered because I thought maybe he was ready to apologize. But um, I have no idea why I thought that. He called to yell at me!! How much crap is that??? I don't talk to him for 3 months and he chooses the one time I actually acknowledge his existence to yell at me about how if anyone should apologize about their behavior "that night", it's me. He said he did nothing wrong, I'm acting immature, need to grow up, and he thought that Becky already took the drama queen role. WHAT THE FUCK!?! I HOPE HE HAS A HEART ATTACK!!!!
Well, my mom is teaching me how to drive a stick shift again today, because yesterday I stalled it on Bagdad and got scared so, she took over. Don't make fun of me, there was a lot of traffic and I made it further without stalling than Vicky did when she was learning...she stalled right out of the driveway. I'm better!!
Later tonight, Nathan and Tara are coming over and we're gunna go over to Schlotzsky's to bug Derek until he comes over too. We're having a movie night at my house, we're getting A Clockwork Orange, Taxi Driver, and Tara wants some movie about teenagers younger than us having sex and getting AIDS b/c "that's so our movie"