Aug 16, 2007 01:21
I can't remember the last few days as much as I'd like to. Uhhmmm, adventure with Maria/Kara/Sergio and that other dude, Gabe! I should probably keep it on the downlow, it consisted of like, teenage driver on the turn pike, which for the first few minutes left me ridiculously nervous, for my internal fear of car crashes/doing something without permission was bubbling up deep in my gut. If it weren't for the Good Charlotte and Mickey Avalon playing, I'd look like a statue in the backseat. Had a hard time finding Gabe, then went to get Sergio and went to Publix, where Sergio got owned for being a dumb teen and drinking a chocolate milk in Publix, only to walk out and hear, "Forgetting something?" or something like that, and then cracking up.
Today I went to a newspaper meeting at school, it was awfully weird, I'm anticipating a busy school year which I'll have to make time for. Definitely. I have to do much better this year, really. Burger added like, a point system to her classes. Kudos to her, it's a different approach to grading. But I'm not very excited. I've also realized that newspaper in particular does not interest me in the slightest, because I can't keep up with the way newspaper is, which is pretty fast-paced. But I'm mostly in newspaper to get used to photojournalism type of stuff, and to just know how write articles efficiently. Writing for National Geographic isn't really news you know? It's not that crazy about keeping up to date, day to day.
On another note, Jane Eyre is really boring (still) and I really love my parents. Even though I am awfully deprived (which I still feel so) I adore them so very much. But they never see this apprently, so you know how that is. Their 16th anniversary is this Friday, which I think is really cute. My dad lately has been bringin' out semi-suggestive jokes regarding him and my mom and they're hilarious, but I kind of don't want to hear it? I don't know how to explain it, I laugh because it's funny/Kayla doesn't understand it, but at the same time, eh!
I shall end this with the fact that Brazilian Girls are ftw, that is all.
Oh yeah, and I hate portrait photography. Everything about my pictures were simply "no".