Jan 30, 2007 21:15
-I had a little screw driver in my change pocket. I dont know how it got there. I put it back.
-If Jessica D'Angelo had a myspace, shed totally be on my Top 8. cuz... shes cool like that.
-I cant stop thinking about the weekend from March 2nd to March 4th.
Friday to Saturday = Awareness Weekend. its like a BSHS retreat. ive always wanted to go but never could. it was always on a birthday, i forgot my money, mom said no, so on. FINALLY everything worked out. the stars aligned and God said, Jenna, You shall go, sleep over at the school. You shall spend these 24 hours of kodak moments with your dear friends who shall graduate and move on in only months. AND THOU SHALL NOT HAVE A SUCKY TIME! and i gave a thumbs up to the voice on the mountain, winked at the bright light and said "as if i could"
Same goes for Sunday. I dunno yet, but im trying to have my birthday party for friends at Chuck E Cheese. I figured, for my entire life, every year i wanted to go, it wouldnt work out. I was sick or didnt have time or scheduled to late or didnt have the money or didnt know who to invite cuz i had no friends in that grade. It got to the point, All of my family and friends sat around a table with pizza and cake celebrating the day i turned 8 years old... while i sat at home with a thermometer and a fever that would break. With my mother who was worried over this sudden stomach flu that came out of no where, and left just as sudden a few days later. I cried and i cried. Who calls in sick at their own Chuck E Cheese Bday party?
So i figure, since everythign else is working, im giong to test my luck a little and plan a CEC party.
O wait, i didnt tell yuo what else is aligned.
For one, the date works out for everyone ive asked :knock on wood:
In fact, the day works for even meghan, whos always booked.
And the day works for Arielle.
WHO will [hopefully] be in bay shore from the 1st to the 5th.
WHO will sleep over that night and we'll take the bus to school so she can say goodbye to everyone there.
WHO will finally see my hair, and ill finally see hers. and hey, well finally talk in person for the first time in months. and finally see BS for the first time in months.
Unfortunatly, a few hours after she leaves, i have to go to religion and teach a bunch of kids with gimpy. im going to be a bit... stricter... ? or completely leinent and ill let gimpy chase them around and stare out the window thinking of a million different things i could have should have done or mentioned this weekend.
But still! AH! crazynesss! Im so excited!
It will be a crazy busy weekend, and with hell week and religion immediatly after, i have no clue how ill write all the events in my journal, [the not live one] and i cant exactly skip the God Send Weekend. Thee Weekend.
Final Star in the Line: Its March 2nd when this all starts, right?
Well, one year ago, on a march 2nd, i Started my journal. Specifically stating if i dont last 30 days, i want to shoot for a year long journal. See how much ive grown, beginning to end. And besdies, i assumed then, id get tired of it after a year. On this march 2nd, ill end it. Maybe ill pick the habit up again. In a few years if at all.
It was fun! but tedious to keep up with.
Im so excited. Theres so many things i wanted over this year that i assumed id never have. From awarness weekend to arielle coming back to Blue Hair! to a concert seen and a show played to showS played to a cd made to finding out that all i wanted to be in the 5th grade [a good friend] and everything i was told i wasnt in the 10th [by bad friends] is pretty damn close to who i am now, and even tho i got things to work on, i have people who trust me and i can trust them!!! not many people can say theyd trust theyre lives with someone, even fewer can say they have several people. Im lucky. I really am. And im greatful. And im freaking. Out.
Oh, right... so...
-Im supposed to be writing a paper. but its too depressing for my mood. im supposed to prove the Trail of Tears was genocide.
Today, i could prove even deep water fish could fly like jet planes if they wanted it bad enough.