Bombs to my Eyebrows.
Saw Roger Williams university. I like it a lot. Saw RISD I was dissapointed.
Now if only I had an idea of what I would Do (if)in college...
Even without a planned direction, it definantly beats getting a job and staying at home.
I need to pay more attention to my GPA.
No. I need to Do more to my GPA.
I took a SPED test at CCHS to see if I had any learning and or emotional disabilities. Louise, the intern tested me. She showed me pictures at one point, and asked me to dictate a story to her (which she would type for me) with five minutes per picture. It was challenging yet amusing. After I finished, she said that the way I tell stories reminds her of her college professor of the Romantic period. She said I my wordings were similar to Keats and Byron. That made me smile.
...what hideously appealing sissys the were.
We hosted some family friends from Israel for a few days. One day we went out to eat at Pizzaria Uno. Our waitress was a young lady named Christa. She was not on amphetamines at the time she was serving us. But I otherwise would have assumed she was. Have you ever met someone who is far too happy, and beyond giddy. This was Christa.
Her head twitched to the left when she spoke. She asked where we were from, (because all but me had foreign accents) and Tamar, our guest who is my age, told her -jokingly- Peru. This was a mistake, as it launched Christa into a truly captivating tangent-story of her grandmother, who lives in Spain, which Christa visited recently while she was on the way to the German part of Switzerland. While in Switzerland, she stayed at a hostel where the beds were terribly uncomfortable. This did not bother Christa though because she sleeps on the floor at home, as she moved into an apartement several months ago. She bought a bed last week.
Her new King Size bed will be delivered Wednesday. ("I can't wait. ¡Yippie!")
No one understood her story. Her head twitched again.
Then my dad asks "When do you get off of work?"
In the presence of his wife.
He is severely dumb-ass.
Three days later, we were in the same area, and we jokingly decided to eat at Pizzaria Unos again, so we could be entertained by Christa... A similar story ensued.
Now if only I had an idea of what I would Do (if)in college...
Even without a planned direction, it definantly beats getting a job and staying at home.
I need to pay more attention to my GPA.
No. I need to Do more to my GPA.
I took a SPED test at CCHS to see if I had any learning and or emotional disabilities. Louise, the intern tested me. She showed me pictures at one point, and asked me to dictate a story to her (which she would type for me) with five minutes per picture. It was challenging yet amusing. After I finished, she said that the way I tell stories reminds her of her college professor of the Romantic period. She said I my wordings were similar to Keats and Byron. That made me smile.
...what hideously appealing sissys the were.
We hosted some family friends from Israel for a few days. One day we went out to eat at Pizzaria Uno. Our waitress was a young lady named Christa. She was not on amphetamines at the time she was serving us. But I otherwise would have assumed she was. Have you ever met someone who is far too happy, and beyond giddy. This was Christa.
Her head twitched to the left when she spoke. She asked where we were from, (because all but me had foreign accents) and Tamar, our guest who is my age, told her -jokingly- Peru. This was a mistake, as it launched Christa into a truly captivating tangent-story of her grandmother, who lives in Spain, which Christa visited recently while she was on the way to the German part of Switzerland. While in Switzerland, she stayed at a hostel where the beds were terribly uncomfortable. This did not bother Christa though because she sleeps on the floor at home, as she moved into an apartement several months ago. She bought a bed last week.
Her new King Size bed will be delivered Wednesday. ("I can't wait. ¡Yippie!")
No one understood her story. Her head twitched again.
Then my dad asks "When do you get off of work?"
In the presence of his wife.
He is severely dumb-ass.
Three days later, we were in the same area, and we jokingly decided to eat at Pizzaria Unos again, so we could be entertained by Christa... A similar story ensued.