I'm Sinking Like A Stone In The Sea; I'm Burning Like A Bridge For Your Body
so pretty. guess it and i'll give you a cookie. i have tons. they're sitting on my guest bed. i swear.
hmm, time for an update. Today was a good day -- I didn't even mind it when Mr. Bucket called me sunshine, a first. It was career day, we had two speakers, one in Production Systems and the other in Trig. The engineer in Prod. Sys. was amazingly boring. I do believe that his voice was more monotonous than Mr. Pruett's. Surprisingly, the Trig speaker was interesting. Or maybe I just found it funny that "Oh, i work for NSA, but I can't tell you what I actually do there," something about creepy FBI agents in trench coats following you everywhere, tapping phones, things of that nature.
oh, Heather brought her corset in today, complete with garters. Oh my. And I definitely pulled another one of my fantastic back-stairwell-clothes-changing escapades, Heather gaurding, using my sweater as a shield. Shame, there just had to be a door made of glass, didn't there? But no one saw me, so all is well. But I went to band and Emmanuel told me he didn't like my cleavage!! What man doesn't like cleavage? It just didn't make any sense to me, so I asked Kellie if she liked my cleavage and she responded "of course!" And then I had to walk around, polling random people as to their like or dislike of my cleavage. And Emmanuel was the only one who said "no." By 8th period, I was done asking people, but Kellie definitely wasn't. And she definitely asked Sergio if he liked my cleavage. Yet again, another yes, though in incredibly dispassionate tone. -.- Maybe Emmanuel is just ... stunted. Yes, that must be it.
And of Robots and things, Regionals are in... two weeks. Has the FIRST team got a finished robot? Not a chance. Tomorrow's eight hour work session should be mildly entertaining, to say the least.
So now i'm sitting here, at my house, on a friday night, waiting for something to do, like a complete loser. Mikey and company were definitely supposed to come and kidnap me tonight, but alas, no Mikey or company. Yet? I hope.
I still need to finish the Advendtures of Huck Finn. We were supposed to have finished reading it Tuesday. I'm such a slacker. I will do it tomorrow, or during SAT Prep, which ever strikes me.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a date sitting next to my phone waiting for Mikey and/or company to call me.
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\\P.S. Opinions on corsets? I don't make decisions well. College picking is really going to suck if I'm this ambivalent over a piece of clothing. Fuck me.
//endPS
hmm, time for an update. Today was a good day -- I didn't even mind it when Mr. Bucket called me sunshine, a first. It was career day, we had two speakers, one in Production Systems and the other in Trig. The engineer in Prod. Sys. was amazingly boring. I do believe that his voice was more monotonous than Mr. Pruett's. Surprisingly, the Trig speaker was interesting. Or maybe I just found it funny that "Oh, i work for NSA, but I can't tell you what I actually do there," something about creepy FBI agents in trench coats following you everywhere, tapping phones, things of that nature.
oh, Heather brought her corset in today, complete with garters. Oh my. And I definitely pulled another one of my fantastic back-stairwell-clothes-changing escapades, Heather gaurding, using my sweater as a shield. Shame, there just had to be a door made of glass, didn't there? But no one saw me, so all is well. But I went to band and Emmanuel told me he didn't like my cleavage!! What man doesn't like cleavage? It just didn't make any sense to me, so I asked Kellie if she liked my cleavage and she responded "of course!" And then I had to walk around, polling random people as to their like or dislike of my cleavage. And Emmanuel was the only one who said "no." By 8th period, I was done asking people, but Kellie definitely wasn't. And she definitely asked Sergio if he liked my cleavage. Yet again, another yes, though in incredibly dispassionate tone. -.- Maybe Emmanuel is just ... stunted. Yes, that must be it.
And of Robots and things, Regionals are in... two weeks. Has the FIRST team got a finished robot? Not a chance. Tomorrow's eight hour work session should be mildly entertaining, to say the least.
So now i'm sitting here, at my house, on a friday night, waiting for something to do, like a complete loser. Mikey and company were definitely supposed to come and kidnap me tonight, but alas, no Mikey or company. Yet? I hope.
I still need to finish the Advendtures of Huck Finn. We were supposed to have finished reading it Tuesday. I'm such a slacker. I will do it tomorrow, or during SAT Prep, which ever strikes me.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a date sitting next to my phone waiting for Mikey and/or company to call me.
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\\P.S. Opinions on corsets? I don't make decisions well. College picking is really going to suck if I'm this ambivalent over a piece of clothing. Fuck me.
//endPS