I told the witch doctor you didn't love me too, I told the witch doctor you didn't love me nice
Shut up, yes I DO listen to Alvin and the Chipmunks. Especially when they're singing Buy U A Drank. Then I'm laughing all over my keyboard.
History final: 482025. Missa: 0
(In other words, the History final kicked my ass all over the place. Hopefully I passed it, though...)
I have Algebra and Chemistry tomorrow (in that exact order) and I SHOULD be studying, but, well, THE METS GAME IS ON! AND SANTANA'S PITCHING! AND--AND--WE'RE WINNING. We won last night, too, in the fourteenth inning; Beltran hit a two-run homer. It was very exciting. And it felt GLORIOUS to snap our five-game losing streak. ESPECIALLY after the 9th inning last night: Wager was the relief pitcher. Two outs, two strikes, and WHAT DOES HE DO? OH, HE JUST GIVES UP A THREE-RUN HOMER TO TIE THE GAME. I was flipping out and angrily cramming chocolate donuts into my mouth. And then I started freaking out on the phone to Tammy, who is my dad's Other Woman. We're planning on meeting up with her soon. I can't remember when, but I know we're supposed to go up to Lake George and then meet her, because she's flying up to New York for some reason. My dad told me but...-shrugs-
Oh, and Christina, my cousin, broke her toe. AND SHE HASN'T EVEN PUT A FREAKING SPLINT ON IT. When Ronnie broke my ring finger that was the FIRST thing I did. (Right after running it under cold water and then sitting out for the rest of practice.)
Once the game is over I'm gonna watch P.S. I Love You, and then I'm gonna go over Chrystal's and study, and then I'm gonna write.
I just felt like giving you guys an update. Because I'm a tad bit bored, but not really. Right. Over and out, dudes!
Have I mentioned how much I'm craving a Peanut Butter Blizzard from DQ? Because I seriously am. WHERE IS MY PHONE, MUST CALL FATHER AND MAKE HIM BUY IT FOR ME, BWAHAHAHA.
History final: 482025. Missa: 0
(In other words, the History final kicked my ass all over the place. Hopefully I passed it, though...)
I have Algebra and Chemistry tomorrow (in that exact order) and I SHOULD be studying, but, well, THE METS GAME IS ON! AND SANTANA'S PITCHING! AND--AND--WE'RE WINNING. We won last night, too, in the fourteenth inning; Beltran hit a two-run homer. It was very exciting. And it felt GLORIOUS to snap our five-game losing streak. ESPECIALLY after the 9th inning last night: Wager was the relief pitcher. Two outs, two strikes, and WHAT DOES HE DO? OH, HE JUST GIVES UP A THREE-RUN HOMER TO TIE THE GAME. I was flipping out and angrily cramming chocolate donuts into my mouth. And then I started freaking out on the phone to Tammy, who is my dad's Other Woman. We're planning on meeting up with her soon. I can't remember when, but I know we're supposed to go up to Lake George and then meet her, because she's flying up to New York for some reason. My dad told me but...-shrugs-
Oh, and Christina, my cousin, broke her toe. AND SHE HASN'T EVEN PUT A FREAKING SPLINT ON IT. When Ronnie broke my ring finger that was the FIRST thing I did. (Right after running it under cold water and then sitting out for the rest of practice.)
Once the game is over I'm gonna watch P.S. I Love You, and then I'm gonna go over Chrystal's and study, and then I'm gonna write.
I just felt like giving you guys an update. Because I'm a tad bit bored, but not really. Right. Over and out, dudes!
Have I mentioned how much I'm craving a Peanut Butter Blizzard from DQ? Because I seriously am. WHERE IS MY PHONE, MUST CALL FATHER AND MAKE HIM BUY IT FOR ME, BWAHAHAHA.