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sunday was a lazy day. i cleaned, then had dinner at dan's with mom, michelle, danny and mikey. i spilled lasanga (not my mom) all over myself and ate too much. i let mikey let me win in a one on one football bonanza in which HE (not me) knocked over the plant. NOT ME, shall i repeat. i couldn't sleep so i stayed up late talking to jorge and bryce, who was woken up at 1am for the huge pompano fire.
work this morning? let's say i dozed off a bit. i had a huge headache. andy was MIA all day and i saw lil nick, who will be eternally 12 years old to me. he says, "you know, only 4 years till we can date and you can't get arrested." and i said, "uno, i could get fired for you saying that to me. dos, if that's what you're planning, then i'm planning on being married by then."
came home and scrubbed my car of the insanity (aka corey and brian's birthday rage aka excessive amounts of windowchalk). took a nap and a shower, talked to bryce, and then headed to class. my car's bath turned out to be pointless, because it rained. talked to keri on the way. i zoned out in class, fretted about completing my lab hours in time, and zoned out more. talked to keri about what i should do with gilligan. went to the store. told the submaker lady, "do you like that kind of sub? good, then you can eat it, bitch" and walked away. decided that i like the boy, and it's worth the gas even with so little time. i can make the big decisions later.
came home and started my hair when jonny called and sernaded me for the seventh time with "...baby one more time." yelled at him for recording because he's too busy to go "tsktsk. sixteen year olds. tsktsk. pedophile. he's cocky."
so ive finished my hair, and im exhausted but jonny promised to call back and i want to talk to him. i've lied through my teeth and managed to get off at 11:45 for "study group" tomorrow, but im really going to spend time with my favorite boy in a yellow uniform.
work this morning? let's say i dozed off a bit. i had a huge headache. andy was MIA all day and i saw lil nick, who will be eternally 12 years old to me. he says, "you know, only 4 years till we can date and you can't get arrested." and i said, "uno, i could get fired for you saying that to me. dos, if that's what you're planning, then i'm planning on being married by then."
came home and scrubbed my car of the insanity (aka corey and brian's birthday rage aka excessive amounts of windowchalk). took a nap and a shower, talked to bryce, and then headed to class. my car's bath turned out to be pointless, because it rained. talked to keri on the way. i zoned out in class, fretted about completing my lab hours in time, and zoned out more. talked to keri about what i should do with gilligan. went to the store. told the submaker lady, "do you like that kind of sub? good, then you can eat it, bitch" and walked away. decided that i like the boy, and it's worth the gas even with so little time. i can make the big decisions later.
came home and started my hair when jonny called and sernaded me for the seventh time with "...baby one more time." yelled at him for recording because he's too busy to go "tsktsk. sixteen year olds. tsktsk. pedophile. he's cocky."
so ive finished my hair, and im exhausted but jonny promised to call back and i want to talk to him. i've lied through my teeth and managed to get off at 11:45 for "study group" tomorrow, but im really going to spend time with my favorite boy in a yellow uniform.