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Alright....so I haven't written about my first few days yet. I have a better B day then A day.... my A day goes as follows.
Anderson. (geometry. I BLOW at anything mathmatical. Maybe I will be okaaay in geo. I hear you use a different part of your brain or something of that nature)
Barry. (french 3. she's rad. I like it already)
Hargrave. (english. I have a feeling it will be much easier than Miss Anderson last year)
Zaunbrecher. (BCA. I have Coert in the class...and naturally if he says ONE word...a chorus of giggling girls...well, giggle. This probably happens to Coert anywhere he goes where there are giggling girls.)
B DAYZ...
Poole. (PE. Dumb class. Cool people. I got Chel, KC, Taylor Budd and Emilie.)
Espinoza. (civics/free enterprise. REALLLLLY rad class. One of my favorites.)
COLBERT-CORMIER. (Bio. Just....pray for me is all I have to say)
Grefe. (chorus. She likes me. It'll be all babacool.)
Anyhoo...I had a crappy yesterday and day before. Things are getting better though.
This weekend....SFN show at Toys on Saturday. I'm most probably going to go avec Josie (if she is able/wants to.)
My oldest brother called me last night. No one listens like he does. No one is this world. I love how I tell him something...or go into a long rant (usually end up sobbing) and it's quiet for a few moments after I'm finished speaking. He's really absorbing what I'm telling him...and he NEVER takes me as a child. He ALWAYS respects my opinion or thought or feeling....and always wants to know how I think about this or that. Something I've GROWN to respect about him...is that he never sugarcoats ANYTHING. He calls it like he sees it. That can be really intimidating and sometimes hurtful....but, I realize that he'd never hurt me intentionally. I know he's looking out for my best interest.
You know how that saying or myth or whatever the hell it is...that a guy usually marries a woman most like his mother? Well...I mean, I want to marry a man that is like Peter. Really, I do. I know he's going to be an AMAZING father; he is already an amazing husband and brother.
I'm really going to try to work on my listening skills. I don't think I'm that great of listener. If if I'm okay, there's always room for improvement.
Some vintage things I'm on a hunt for:
cardigans.
brooches.
lacoste polos.
formals.
Hey guys.... reccomend a book for me to read.
Anderson. (geometry. I BLOW at anything mathmatical. Maybe I will be okaaay in geo. I hear you use a different part of your brain or something of that nature)
Barry. (french 3. she's rad. I like it already)
Hargrave. (english. I have a feeling it will be much easier than Miss Anderson last year)
Zaunbrecher. (BCA. I have Coert in the class...and naturally if he says ONE word...a chorus of giggling girls...well, giggle. This probably happens to Coert anywhere he goes where there are giggling girls.)
B DAYZ...
Poole. (PE. Dumb class. Cool people. I got Chel, KC, Taylor Budd and Emilie.)
Espinoza. (civics/free enterprise. REALLLLLY rad class. One of my favorites.)
COLBERT-CORMIER. (Bio. Just....pray for me is all I have to say)
Grefe. (chorus. She likes me. It'll be all babacool.)
Anyhoo...I had a crappy yesterday and day before. Things are getting better though.
This weekend....SFN show at Toys on Saturday. I'm most probably going to go avec Josie (if she is able/wants to.)
My oldest brother called me last night. No one listens like he does. No one is this world. I love how I tell him something...or go into a long rant (usually end up sobbing) and it's quiet for a few moments after I'm finished speaking. He's really absorbing what I'm telling him...and he NEVER takes me as a child. He ALWAYS respects my opinion or thought or feeling....and always wants to know how I think about this or that. Something I've GROWN to respect about him...is that he never sugarcoats ANYTHING. He calls it like he sees it. That can be really intimidating and sometimes hurtful....but, I realize that he'd never hurt me intentionally. I know he's looking out for my best interest.
You know how that saying or myth or whatever the hell it is...that a guy usually marries a woman most like his mother? Well...I mean, I want to marry a man that is like Peter. Really, I do. I know he's going to be an AMAZING father; he is already an amazing husband and brother.
I'm really going to try to work on my listening skills. I don't think I'm that great of listener. If if I'm okay, there's always room for improvement.
Some vintage things I'm on a hunt for:
cardigans.
brooches.
lacoste polos.
formals.
Hey guys.... reccomend a book for me to read.