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I don't even know why I'm going to post something; it's not like I need it; it's not like I need to vent or have someone sympathize with me. I'm actually pretty chill right now.
I am grounded for LIFE though. Don't feel like getting into details about it. I'm whatever about it. Except the punishment: can't talk to, see, chill, be with, et al.. with Danny until next weekend. Mom got me where it hurts...She thinks that it's not wroking, but *does Russian accent* let me tell you sumshing, she got meh! *end Russian accent*
The only thing is I'm acting nonchalant about it, doing my homework and dishes and laundry, without being sarcastic [which, by the way, is verrrrrryyy hard to do]. I comply to everything she says with a smile on my face. It's great! But, I ALWAYS spend Sunday with Danny. And Sunday is closing in on me, and fast and I know I won't be able to spend it with him. I do deserve it, I guess, but still. It's torture, not being with him.
Heehee.
I told him, "This should be your DREAM weekend: no pesky girlfriend calling you up, saying 'Come over, babe!' or 'Don't drink too much at the party!' or 'I love you!' This is YOUR TIME to hang with your boys and do stupid guy things. And tee-pee other people's houses [as if] and get rowdy! Have fun, whilst you still can!"
lMAO. You should have seen his face brighten. Kodak moment, major!
=)
Um, about our relationship. I'm beaming from ear to ear about him. He's great! I'm great! We all scream for GREAT! lol. Seriosuly though, we haven't had any major arguments/fights or whatever since, like, last Friday! lMAO. Oh yeah, forgot to metnion, he almost broke up with me, on Friday. Too much detail, don't feel like getting into it. We're over it. We're mature semi-adults.
I applied to FIU and Miami-Dade. FIU needs the application waiver, SAT scores, and transcript. I sent in the tarnscript, like, last week. The SAT scores, same day last week. And the Fee, it's in the mail as of, well, whenever the mailman decides to come by and rid my mailbox of the $30.
As for Miami-Dade Honors, I've kind of given up on it. Plyler sent in the teahcer recommendation, but I didn't even send in the actual application. I've decided that I don't want to undergo all that rigorous course study so soon after coming out of High School.
So yeah, I have Menasche's letter with me. It's kind of funny. He totally BS-ed it. But oh well, I love him. His words were very kind. =)
So for now, it's Miami-Dade or FIU. I really want to go to FIU. I guess 'cuz everyone does MDC. I don't know. But Danny applied to FIU as well. We're future Panthers...
His football season didn't go as smooth as he wanted it to. It's, I think, 1-8. The one game I went to, we won. He said, "You're my good luck charm, baby!" Sounds cute, right? Well, he ruined it with, "DAMN YOU! If you would've come to the other ones, I would've had a perfect season! It's all your fault!"
Haha. I know that he was kidding when he said this. I hope you do, too.
I got my car, but I got it, like, mid-October. Woohoo?! I was supposed to be driving it by February, but in light of recent events, I have to wait, again, until June. This is where my plan comes into play. Danny is my partner in crime for it.
Basically, him and I "take a chill pill" and don't do all the nasty things we usually do. =) lMAO. In other words, not gropy, touchy, feely. Our parents are getting sick of it. And I'm sick of them getting sick of us.
This step is crucial to the ones that follow because that'll gove me time to focus on my studies. And hopefully his too. He never does his homework. Teehee! He's lucky he has such an AMAZING girlfriend. He passed AP English with, I think, a C because of who? That's right: me!
But anyway, I get, like, straight A's [as if!!!]. Point is, I try and it shows that I put forth my best and my grades reflect that!
Hopefully, in our not-so-loudly- announced-period- of-celibacy, I can show to my parents that I'm responsible and trust-worthy, blah blah blah.
I get my car back for February again.
Senior events to keep me occupied.
Keep grades up in school.
Go out with Danny often. [I'll be 18, he won't but oh well.]
He turns 18 May 5th!! CINCO DE MAYO!
Get watsed.
Jay kay. Geezzzz.
Graduation.
Consecrate our relationship.
WinkWink.
Well, that was a long entry, considering I said I had nothing to say...
Well, toodles, loves. Take care.