How To Walk In Dignity With Throw-Up On Your Shoes.
Bonsoir! I am back from my father's and have somewhat recovered from my perfectly normal re-entry burn into the Guercio household. I actually felt sick about it today and was in a very very bad mood.
Five weeks away and I come back and Dragon's, like, 1000x cuter than before. It's really quite cute.
So I have eight hours of driving in. And, apparently, (so say my mother and sister) it's a wee bit early to be passing. So I guess that makes my passing at three or four or five hours or whatever I said before extra early. Jeeeezz, mu-ther! I'm, like, 16! I'm to-tally allowed to be a good driver! Uh, and, there's, like, this absolute ruuule that says that when I turn 16 I have to be, like, na-asty. Oh. My. God. You are, like, so embarrassing! I can't go anywhere with you! What if I see this, like, to-tally hot boy from my school?!
Aaanywhoo, I shall be leaving the state again Tuesday. The country, in fact. I'm going to the Dominican Republic to spend the week in some fantastic looking water. And, no, there are no hurricanes that will spring at a terribly inconvenient time.
I need to clean my room, very much. It's horrible. Much messier looking than when I left, but probably not so. Ugh. So much laundry to be done, so much lazy time to be spent organizing. GOD! MY LIFE IS HORRIBLE!
Five weeks away and I come back and Dragon's, like, 1000x cuter than before. It's really quite cute.
So I have eight hours of driving in. And, apparently, (so say my mother and sister) it's a wee bit early to be passing. So I guess that makes my passing at three or four or five hours or whatever I said before extra early. Jeeeezz, mu-ther! I'm, like, 16! I'm to-tally allowed to be a good driver! Uh, and, there's, like, this absolute ruuule that says that when I turn 16 I have to be, like, na-asty. Oh. My. God. You are, like, so embarrassing! I can't go anywhere with you! What if I see this, like, to-tally hot boy from my school?!
Aaanywhoo, I shall be leaving the state again Tuesday. The country, in fact. I'm going to the Dominican Republic to spend the week in some fantastic looking water. And, no, there are no hurricanes that will spring at a terribly inconvenient time.
I need to clean my room, very much. It's horrible. Much messier looking than when I left, but probably not so. Ugh. So much laundry to be done, so much lazy time to be spent organizing. GOD! MY LIFE IS HORRIBLE!