Whoo, I feel good.
I feel really good right now. I blame it on the weather. It was 70-something, such beautiful weather, so perfect. I know it's still February and this weather's a little odd, but it feels like summertime is approaching, and for some reason that always makes me happy. Just like the first snow makes me happy, because it means it's near Christmas and my b-day. :) Well this summer means a lot to me. I have France, CST, preparing for college, and no more high school! Plus, all the walking you can do. I love walking. I always go for walks after school during the summertime. I don't know why, just grab my cd player and some cds and go and think a bit. So relaxing.
Oh and I locked my car keys in my door again. But I don't really care. We'll call AAA tomorrow and get them out. Mom'll have to drive me to school, oh well.
Ashley and I washed my car today. He's very clean and shiny now. We couldn't resist, I mean, what else do you do on a perfect day?
I also feel good because of what I'm wearing. I feel so comfortable in my favorite pair of jeans, some flip-flops, and a t-shirt. Plus dangly earrings! Dangly earrings makes me feel good for some reason.
We went to the jail today, got to see all the murderers and rapists. It wasn't as bad as I thought it was. We didn't get to see the women inmates though, oh well. The guy inmates kept staring at us, they have no problem staring, it's kind of weird. You get used to it after awhile though. One of them flipped us off, another gave the peace sign, and one hippie looking dude kept writing messages on the bottom of his ramen noodle thing and putting it up to the glass. It said, "the lord is our god," or something like that. He kept trying to get me to look at him and I felt so uncomfortable I couldn't. So I just looked and eventually he walked away. There was maybe 4 girls in the group I was in, the rest were guys. And we felt very...erm violated. xD Oh and this one kid was released from the jail as we were leaving. And all he had was a jacket and jeans and he kept pretending like he was modeling as he was standing on the side of the street. People just laughed as he walked by because he's so into himself it's ridiculous. Yeah he's buff, but you don't need to do the whole omg look at me I'm ripping my jacket away from my chest every 20 seconds. Maybe he's a male prostitute. Then as a bunch of us walked by, for some odd reason he felt the need to take his jacket off.
Anyway, we're starting our poetry unit in creative writing. Ick.
Oh and I locked my car keys in my door again. But I don't really care. We'll call AAA tomorrow and get them out. Mom'll have to drive me to school, oh well.
Ashley and I washed my car today. He's very clean and shiny now. We couldn't resist, I mean, what else do you do on a perfect day?
I also feel good because of what I'm wearing. I feel so comfortable in my favorite pair of jeans, some flip-flops, and a t-shirt. Plus dangly earrings! Dangly earrings makes me feel good for some reason.
We went to the jail today, got to see all the murderers and rapists. It wasn't as bad as I thought it was. We didn't get to see the women inmates though, oh well. The guy inmates kept staring at us, they have no problem staring, it's kind of weird. You get used to it after awhile though. One of them flipped us off, another gave the peace sign, and one hippie looking dude kept writing messages on the bottom of his ramen noodle thing and putting it up to the glass. It said, "the lord is our god," or something like that. He kept trying to get me to look at him and I felt so uncomfortable I couldn't. So I just looked and eventually he walked away. There was maybe 4 girls in the group I was in, the rest were guys. And we felt very...erm violated. xD Oh and this one kid was released from the jail as we were leaving. And all he had was a jacket and jeans and he kept pretending like he was modeling as he was standing on the side of the street. People just laughed as he walked by because he's so into himself it's ridiculous. Yeah he's buff, but you don't need to do the whole omg look at me I'm ripping my jacket away from my chest every 20 seconds. Maybe he's a male prostitute. Then as a bunch of us walked by, for some odd reason he felt the need to take his jacket off.
Anyway, we're starting our poetry unit in creative writing. Ick.