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so i'm sitting here thinking about writing my paper, but i cant seem to start it. i only have one more class today then one final (actually just a final "quiz") on wednesday and i'm done! FINALLY!! it's nice to not be stressed out about everything.
so i had a very fun weekend actually. i'll recap a lil bit:
Friday: school, work, then went to Egermont (sp??) to play 4-square, play on the playground, basketball, and just talk about random things. i made 2 shots out of about 2 million, i obviously suck at basketball. "doin' the Laundry" haha
Saturday: work for 2 hours, shovel dirt, go to Tim's and go to the show which was actually pretty fun, most of it anyways. started out shitty just cuz i was mad tired and didnt feel like standing around, so i sat. Abby came up and we chit-chatted for a bit, the show started and i was like "this is lame." then Minimal Effort played and i finally got some energy to get up. after they played i got bored again, not as bad, but i just wanted to go. The Ending werent all they were cracked up to be, i didnt think anyways. but whatever. we left and went to PC and got stuff for Mother's day then stood around outside like usual. so all in all it was an enjoyable night. and Pat signed my CD :)
Sunday: too rainy to play wiffle ball, so Tim filmed the commercial stuff he had to do for class, then we did play a quick game of wiffle ball in the Mormon Church parking lot. Haili was unusually crazy, but i was also retarded because i've been sleep deprived for about a week now, so it was fun. she was drugged up for her brutal crampage. good times til i had to go to work.
i woke up late and was a lil late for class and i walked in and saw that Bill and Somes were in the front row (we usually sit in the back). so i was all confused, i started to walk up to the back and the teacher was like "Jill, you're going the wrong way." so i had to sit in front. apparently Bill decided to do it for the last day of class, so the teacher made me do it too. i dunno. it made Tim happy though, thats all we wanted. he's a mad cool teacher, i'll miss him.
i guess i should get to doing my paper, start looking for something to write about actually.
so i had a very fun weekend actually. i'll recap a lil bit:
Friday: school, work, then went to Egermont (sp??) to play 4-square, play on the playground, basketball, and just talk about random things. i made 2 shots out of about 2 million, i obviously suck at basketball. "doin' the Laundry" haha
Saturday: work for 2 hours, shovel dirt, go to Tim's and go to the show which was actually pretty fun, most of it anyways. started out shitty just cuz i was mad tired and didnt feel like standing around, so i sat. Abby came up and we chit-chatted for a bit, the show started and i was like "this is lame." then Minimal Effort played and i finally got some energy to get up. after they played i got bored again, not as bad, but i just wanted to go. The Ending werent all they were cracked up to be, i didnt think anyways. but whatever. we left and went to PC and got stuff for Mother's day then stood around outside like usual. so all in all it was an enjoyable night. and Pat signed my CD :)
Sunday: too rainy to play wiffle ball, so Tim filmed the commercial stuff he had to do for class, then we did play a quick game of wiffle ball in the Mormon Church parking lot. Haili was unusually crazy, but i was also retarded because i've been sleep deprived for about a week now, so it was fun. she was drugged up for her brutal crampage. good times til i had to go to work.
i woke up late and was a lil late for class and i walked in and saw that Bill and Somes were in the front row (we usually sit in the back). so i was all confused, i started to walk up to the back and the teacher was like "Jill, you're going the wrong way." so i had to sit in front. apparently Bill decided to do it for the last day of class, so the teacher made me do it too. i dunno. it made Tim happy though, thats all we wanted. he's a mad cool teacher, i'll miss him.
i guess i should get to doing my paper, start looking for something to write about actually.