a great end for a less than happy week
This is a very late entry highlighting friday's activities....
Friday as I was picking up some lunch with Laura at Panera I ran into Heather, Nicole and Marisa! I then visited PVI with Nicole dragging me around for a brief moment to pick up my personal pride and joy of Sophomore year's litmag, so I'm excited I have the works I was missing.
I saw my locker, almost cried with nostalgia and headed to Enzo's room to find it locked. Go figure.
DUDE, the Juniors are HOT!
I mean besides a few guys I could name, PVI's senior class is ridiculously short of hotness.
Mr. Timmins remains as delightfully cynical, dark and rouguishly good looking as he was last year. I miss those crooked hockey torn teeth and our crazy classroom discussions. I got to formally meet the infamous Mrs. Battle, who seems like a killer teacher.
Later on that night, the boys, Carolyn, Chica and I headed to Am Jam at Gonzaga. Should I even go into how much fun that was? My voice was gone for most of Saturday morning, and my stomach ached like no other.
I'm a bum, I don't feel like putting pictures up so just check them out here:
http://community.webshots.com/user/mariabelitaa
There's plenty of pictures of Sable if you want them Justin!
Connor almost killed us on the way there, his handling of the Van was less than comforting. Then again look who's talking. I almost spilled the beans on something, but that was quickly forgotten as soon as we got to Gonzaga and spoke to Danny and I met Divo and Mark.
Cris was there! How I miss Cris! His girlfriend is so cute!
It was strange to be at AmJam with so many Madison girls, but most of the night was spent meeting new people, chilling around the school, in the boy's bathroom, at the lounge, defacing the coach with my sexiness, and head banging to Sable. Having the girls there was just another fun aspect.
The half-naked band, the boys playing guitar in their underwear were a great attention-grabber I must say.
The usual crowd surfing ocurred once successfully, and then some little freshmen pulled out huge blue tubs and decided to smash each other with them in a game of blatant machismo... Boys are retarded.
My favorite show of the night was the psychotic english teacher in the pink zebra hat who decided either out of his own free will, or because it was so fitting since the entire room smelled like pot, to sing puff the magic dragon. The man is famous for sitting in class and wasting time strumming his guitar and singing. I wish I had a teacher like that!
Watching monica dance to Puff was classic.
As soon as the last guy came on to play some acoustic songs, we, Carolyn, Kathy and I, being as hyperactive as we were decided to run around Gonzaga for entertainment. Tom followed nearby, and shortly afterwards Mike and Cons all joined us in the huge, beautiful Gonzaga lounge after I had some fun with the Coach and we brushed up in the boy's bathroom.
The girls bathroom was locked give me a break.
The night ended under the bright lights of Ihop with Connor's philosophy talks, munching on fries and onion rolls while reminiscing before he finally dropped us off in his love machine.
It was a fantaboulous end to an otherwise crazy week of stressing about Nick, dealing with serious disappointments and the assholes who cause them, and pulling my paintings together for Levey.
I have only one burning desire
let me stand next to your fire
OW!
let me stand!
OOHhh, let me stand baby!
Friday as I was picking up some lunch with Laura at Panera I ran into Heather, Nicole and Marisa! I then visited PVI with Nicole dragging me around for a brief moment to pick up my personal pride and joy of Sophomore year's litmag, so I'm excited I have the works I was missing.
I saw my locker, almost cried with nostalgia and headed to Enzo's room to find it locked. Go figure.
DUDE, the Juniors are HOT!
I mean besides a few guys I could name, PVI's senior class is ridiculously short of hotness.
Mr. Timmins remains as delightfully cynical, dark and rouguishly good looking as he was last year. I miss those crooked hockey torn teeth and our crazy classroom discussions. I got to formally meet the infamous Mrs. Battle, who seems like a killer teacher.
Later on that night, the boys, Carolyn, Chica and I headed to Am Jam at Gonzaga. Should I even go into how much fun that was? My voice was gone for most of Saturday morning, and my stomach ached like no other.
I'm a bum, I don't feel like putting pictures up so just check them out here:
http://community.webshots.com/user/mariabelitaa
There's plenty of pictures of Sable if you want them Justin!
Connor almost killed us on the way there, his handling of the Van was less than comforting. Then again look who's talking. I almost spilled the beans on something, but that was quickly forgotten as soon as we got to Gonzaga and spoke to Danny and I met Divo and Mark.
Cris was there! How I miss Cris! His girlfriend is so cute!
It was strange to be at AmJam with so many Madison girls, but most of the night was spent meeting new people, chilling around the school, in the boy's bathroom, at the lounge, defacing the coach with my sexiness, and head banging to Sable. Having the girls there was just another fun aspect.
The half-naked band, the boys playing guitar in their underwear were a great attention-grabber I must say.
The usual crowd surfing ocurred once successfully, and then some little freshmen pulled out huge blue tubs and decided to smash each other with them in a game of blatant machismo... Boys are retarded.
My favorite show of the night was the psychotic english teacher in the pink zebra hat who decided either out of his own free will, or because it was so fitting since the entire room smelled like pot, to sing puff the magic dragon. The man is famous for sitting in class and wasting time strumming his guitar and singing. I wish I had a teacher like that!
Watching monica dance to Puff was classic.
As soon as the last guy came on to play some acoustic songs, we, Carolyn, Kathy and I, being as hyperactive as we were decided to run around Gonzaga for entertainment. Tom followed nearby, and shortly afterwards Mike and Cons all joined us in the huge, beautiful Gonzaga lounge after I had some fun with the Coach and we brushed up in the boy's bathroom.
The girls bathroom was locked give me a break.
The night ended under the bright lights of Ihop with Connor's philosophy talks, munching on fries and onion rolls while reminiscing before he finally dropped us off in his love machine.
It was a fantaboulous end to an otherwise crazy week of stressing about Nick, dealing with serious disappointments and the assholes who cause them, and pulling my paintings together for Levey.
I have only one burning desire
let me stand next to your fire
OW!
let me stand!
OOHhh, let me stand baby!