~officially begun~
This is my 165th LiveJournal entry. I'm trying to figure out if that's cool or just plain sad. Probably more towards the sad side. 165 ~ that's a lot. I also really like that number, if you can't tell. It's only, you know, at the end of my screenname. What's kind of odd is, I had never know where to check the number of entries before. So this is the first time I've ever looked. And it just happened to be there.
Okay. Now that I'm done with that little rant...
I went to Algonquin Commons last night. It was fun, nothing really out of the ordinary. Except Carl, of course. Carl was our waiter at Chili's who said he liked my shirt. Somehow this turned into some huge thing about where Carl was looking on my shirt, since it was my Thrice shirt, and the only writing on there is, you know, in a place you don't normally stare at. So every time Carl came back and smiled at us, I almost burst out laughing. Of course, I was on a date, so it's not like he was flirting, or anything. But it was still funny. Somehow. Maybe you had to be there? I don't know. He signed the receipt and everything, and that started the joke of- "My number's on the receipt."
Right. So anyway. That was probably boring, too, huh? Sorry.
Checkmarks. Ugh. I have to write again soon! I will. Probably tomorrow or something. I have the next chapter vaguely plotted in my head, so hopefully it'll turn out okay. And longer than the last chapter, which somehow ended up being really really short.
I'm so sad now that I know I'm going to be alone in Psych! I'm not sure why, but I actually thought Blythe and I were going to end up in the same class. Oh well. We have American Honors Lit together. Anna, Amanda's in your class. And our Driver's Ed class, which is turning out to be the one where I know absolutely everyone. Not that it's a bad thing... I have a few classes, like Geometry, where I'm not sure I'm going to know anyone. Fun fun. I feel like a freshie all over again . . . .
Okay. Now that I'm done with that little rant...
I went to Algonquin Commons last night. It was fun, nothing really out of the ordinary. Except Carl, of course. Carl was our waiter at Chili's who said he liked my shirt. Somehow this turned into some huge thing about where Carl was looking on my shirt, since it was my Thrice shirt, and the only writing on there is, you know, in a place you don't normally stare at. So every time Carl came back and smiled at us, I almost burst out laughing. Of course, I was on a date, so it's not like he was flirting, or anything. But it was still funny. Somehow. Maybe you had to be there? I don't know. He signed the receipt and everything, and that started the joke of- "My number's on the receipt."
Right. So anyway. That was probably boring, too, huh? Sorry.
Checkmarks. Ugh. I have to write again soon! I will. Probably tomorrow or something. I have the next chapter vaguely plotted in my head, so hopefully it'll turn out okay. And longer than the last chapter, which somehow ended up being really really short.
I'm so sad now that I know I'm going to be alone in Psych! I'm not sure why, but I actually thought Blythe and I were going to end up in the same class. Oh well. We have American Honors Lit together. Anna, Amanda's in your class. And our Driver's Ed class, which is turning out to be the one where I know absolutely everyone. Not that it's a bad thing... I have a few classes, like Geometry, where I'm not sure I'm going to know anyone. Fun fun. I feel like a freshie all over again . . . .