Random Babbles - Ditching
September 21, 2015
In which I tell you my day.
My Day:
This morning I think I heard my dad calling my name to go for driving lessons. I forced myself to go back to sleep and ignore it though because my father is a not the best teacher. Speaking of teachers, lately I'm confinving myself I want to be one everyday.
I was in my pj's for until one pm unti I couldn't stand my ick and sweat (the reason I showered) the heat caused. Did I mention it was 98 degrees Fahrenheit? Well it was and the sun was hot. I went out to get ice-cream for my mom. I got a kit-kat for myself. When I got home my chocolate was already melting. The mini-market is less than halfa block from my house. My skin felt like several bees decided correlate and stung my back at the same time.
Then I got home and watched History channel documentaries of latin american history. It was interesting. I hardly learn about that. Oh, but before I went to the store my mom got mad at me for not washing the dishes. I did tell her I was going to do it so she had the right. We also made tinga (though I really didn't want to). It felt wierd to the ice-cream store and mot by pork ribs (we always by pork ribs from the guy that stands in front I felt guilty for not buying any today).
After about three documentary episodes, I forced myself to finish my English Essay (I started at six and ended at 9, I feel so proud becaue I always did them last minute and I ditched last class - don't tell my brother). I decided not to socialize with my extended family because of said essay, but it's weird to talk to them anyways. I ate tinga, mexican flour tortillas and avacado. I think I skipped breakfast? My bro came back from work. I kissed him on the cheek like always and he went straight to his room to work on his essay. (he asked me to translated the Modelo Beer commercial "your Modelo gentlemen"). Now I feel tired, but I don't want to leave the internet, but writing this energized me. Yay, me! But reading the newspaper made me sleepy gain, so I won't be writing a story.
In which I tell you my day.
My Day:
This morning I think I heard my dad calling my name to go for driving lessons. I forced myself to go back to sleep and ignore it though because my father is a not the best teacher. Speaking of teachers, lately I'm confinving myself I want to be one everyday.
I was in my pj's for until one pm unti I couldn't stand my ick and sweat (the reason I showered) the heat caused. Did I mention it was 98 degrees Fahrenheit? Well it was and the sun was hot. I went out to get ice-cream for my mom. I got a kit-kat for myself. When I got home my chocolate was already melting. The mini-market is less than halfa block from my house. My skin felt like several bees decided correlate and stung my back at the same time.
Then I got home and watched History channel documentaries of latin american history. It was interesting. I hardly learn about that. Oh, but before I went to the store my mom got mad at me for not washing the dishes. I did tell her I was going to do it so she had the right. We also made tinga (though I really didn't want to). It felt wierd to the ice-cream store and mot by pork ribs (we always by pork ribs from the guy that stands in front I felt guilty for not buying any today).
After about three documentary episodes, I forced myself to finish my English Essay (I started at six and ended at 9, I feel so proud becaue I always did them last minute and I ditched last class - don't tell my brother). I decided not to socialize with my extended family because of said essay, but it's weird to talk to them anyways. I ate tinga, mexican flour tortillas and avacado. I think I skipped breakfast? My bro came back from work. I kissed him on the cheek like always and he went straight to his room to work on his essay. (he asked me to translated the Modelo Beer commercial "your Modelo gentlemen"). Now I feel tired, but I don't want to leave the internet, but writing this energized me. Yay, me! But reading the newspaper made me sleepy gain, so I won't be writing a story.