But I cant look into the street without everything changing.
Friday afternoon. Today is over. This week is over. Its spring break. Holy shit its spring break. It doesnt feel like spring break. Im rambling. Ok Im going to put an end to this madness and start on a new line. Ready?
If sergio stops being a douchebag were going to Boston this week. Eileens racing in the Boston Marathon. I miss Eileen. Quick recap: Eileen = Olgas best (and only) friend in the whole wide world whos absolutly gorgeous and hilarious and just my absolute favorite ever. After you. I want Eileen to meet Tommy. REAL BAD. What else?
Oh. So did anyone have any idea that Six Flags in NJ is closed the week of our spring break? Spectacular! Just when wed gotten sergio to say yes to something. Very sad indeed. And that night the Red Sox lost to the Yankees, and I had to write another one of Ricearonis rediculous projects. But its ok now, cause last night the Red Sox won (random fans slapping Yankees players make me smile. real big.) and today Ricearoni gave us brownies. The big kind. With frosting. Mmmmm. Another example of how things seem to be working themselves out for me lately.
Yesterday I went to go buy Shanes birthday present at Circuit City (and they didnt have it because they blow) but Olga loves me and in turn agreed to getting me the old SoCo cd. Leaving through the window. It makes me smile. ::giggles:: window. Im done. Chia will get it. Not that Chia reads this. Ever. Slut.
So. Positive Energy (one of Olgas new things. dont ask.) says were definetly going to Boston this week and staying in the Marriot and being absolutly amazinggggg. Oh. Tommys coming. Hes ugly, but hes coming.
I really need to buy a gameboy. ay sap. Roros starting to get bitcy about letting me use his.
A week after we get back from break is the Green Day concert. Thats going to be super. Dont even try to deny the fact that your uber jealous. Too bad that inbetween now and then I have to: write a book critique, read the book for the book critique, do a HUMUNGO history project, and do a spanish packet. Or make Tommy do the Spanish packet. Whatever. (as ms rice would say)
Everyones moving. Not from here. Cause Brookfields the greatest place ever. I meant Florida. Karen told me so.
Kelsey needs to post more pictures and call me and stop pleasuring people in public places.
Mike Savage needs to make sure the mail people dont lose my THIRD letter to him in the past month or Im going to have to walk down there and personally deliver it to him.
Brie got her braces off. I hope her ears look bigger now. Kidding. Kind of.
I have to go to Tommys tennis thing now. But I love you. And when you comment it makes me orgasm.
Olga and I have been missing spring so much we pulled over at a random house to take these pictures on the way home from picking me up from school. Weird. We know.
