My last first day of high school.
Good parking space.
Good locker.
Una class first block gives me extra sleeping time.
Did alright on my summer work test in English.
Good people in that class.
Interior design doesn't seem as stupid as I thought it would.
Lunch--me and Sara will tough it out together.
AP goverment....most annoying class they could have possibly assembled. Twelve people including myself, all but five get on my nerves, but I'll deal.
I'm excited and nervous all at once. I am growing up, but why do I still feel like I should be in Miss Ogle's kindergarten class, arguing over who gets to play in the loft?
My dad...I hate him. Plain and simple. He's not a good guy. I really, really wish I had a relationship with my father, I wish I could be a daddy's girl, and it hurts me so much that I can't. I love my momma, nana, and pawpaw spruell so it's ok. :)
I have the best grandparents. It is hard for people to understand the way I've been raised, but it's ok, I'm glad that I have not only two parents but about 10 :)
I just watched the Wedding Singer, it's cute. Now I'm watching the finale of the World's Series of Pop Culture. These people are kinda dumb. I'm going to start assembling my team now in case they have a second season.
Boys are cute. I am fat. My dogs are weird. My mom has the sense of humor of an adolescent boy. And it's getting close to fall...so everything has to be ok :)
OOOOHHHOOOHHH!! So, I don't understand what exactly happened, I caught the end of the news, but apparently a barge containing explosive, poisionous chemicals has gotten stuck or hung in Wilson Dam's lock, and they can't get it out. So the dam is closed and we may possibly die in a flood to follow the explosion of the dam. Greeeaaat.
Good locker.
Una class first block gives me extra sleeping time.
Did alright on my summer work test in English.
Good people in that class.
Interior design doesn't seem as stupid as I thought it would.
Lunch--me and Sara will tough it out together.
AP goverment....most annoying class they could have possibly assembled. Twelve people including myself, all but five get on my nerves, but I'll deal.
I'm excited and nervous all at once. I am growing up, but why do I still feel like I should be in Miss Ogle's kindergarten class, arguing over who gets to play in the loft?
My dad...I hate him. Plain and simple. He's not a good guy. I really, really wish I had a relationship with my father, I wish I could be a daddy's girl, and it hurts me so much that I can't. I love my momma, nana, and pawpaw spruell so it's ok. :)
I have the best grandparents. It is hard for people to understand the way I've been raised, but it's ok, I'm glad that I have not only two parents but about 10 :)
I just watched the Wedding Singer, it's cute. Now I'm watching the finale of the World's Series of Pop Culture. These people are kinda dumb. I'm going to start assembling my team now in case they have a second season.
Boys are cute. I am fat. My dogs are weird. My mom has the sense of humor of an adolescent boy. And it's getting close to fall...so everything has to be ok :)
OOOOHHHOOOHHH!! So, I don't understand what exactly happened, I caught the end of the news, but apparently a barge containing explosive, poisionous chemicals has gotten stuck or hung in Wilson Dam's lock, and they can't get it out. So the dam is closed and we may possibly die in a flood to follow the explosion of the dam. Greeeaaat.