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HAPPY CINCO DE MAYO AND SENOR SKIP DAY TO ALL.
of course i'm here in school because getting in trouble would be no fun.
tonight me, drew, and his mom are going to baja cafe.
cinco de mayo is one of my favorite holidays because i'm not mexican; yet, its something my parents plan to celebrate a week in advance.
so last night my dad asks drew if he's still looking for a car and drew says yeah of course and my dad goes i'll sell you my truck for 5500. i was pissed. thats the one thing thats been promised to me and hes so quick to sell it? i started to cry. i can't believe my dad would do that and refer to it as his truck when he usually refers to it as my truck. so he noticed i was crying and he's like "i had plans to buy you your own car if you kept your grades up. jerk." he knows damn well that i want that truck more then anything in this world. he's even said that he feels better with me driving it and he feels better about giving it to me then selling it to some stranger blah blah blah. just the thought makes my stomach turn over.
so anyway, mr.thor is going on about diamonds or something. i'm not sure. i hate school. my boob itches. tomorrow is finally friday and then saturday is moroso and then sunday is mother's day. we're going out on the boat and taking it to shooters for lunch.
my aunt barbie is bringing down mine and amanda's electric scooter things. so i had the idea of taking them to moroso. see, we're not regular spectators. not to toot my own horn and all (toot toot) but we're VIP. we usually get in as "super crew". so we're the "crew" . that means we don't sit in the stands. we have to park the trailers in the park where all the other racers park the trailers ya know? so if we want to go watch the races or go to the bathroom or something like that, we have to walk a long way. so most people have ATVs or golf carts or mopeds. mr.hatfield isn't racing cause his car isn't ready so he doesn't bring a moped or something.
ok i'm done ranting and raving.
of course i'm here in school because getting in trouble would be no fun.
tonight me, drew, and his mom are going to baja cafe.
cinco de mayo is one of my favorite holidays because i'm not mexican; yet, its something my parents plan to celebrate a week in advance.
so last night my dad asks drew if he's still looking for a car and drew says yeah of course and my dad goes i'll sell you my truck for 5500. i was pissed. thats the one thing thats been promised to me and hes so quick to sell it? i started to cry. i can't believe my dad would do that and refer to it as his truck when he usually refers to it as my truck. so he noticed i was crying and he's like "i had plans to buy you your own car if you kept your grades up. jerk." he knows damn well that i want that truck more then anything in this world. he's even said that he feels better with me driving it and he feels better about giving it to me then selling it to some stranger blah blah blah. just the thought makes my stomach turn over.
so anyway, mr.thor is going on about diamonds or something. i'm not sure. i hate school. my boob itches. tomorrow is finally friday and then saturday is moroso and then sunday is mother's day. we're going out on the boat and taking it to shooters for lunch.
my aunt barbie is bringing down mine and amanda's electric scooter things. so i had the idea of taking them to moroso. see, we're not regular spectators. not to toot my own horn and all (toot toot) but we're VIP. we usually get in as "super crew". so we're the "crew" . that means we don't sit in the stands. we have to park the trailers in the park where all the other racers park the trailers ya know? so if we want to go watch the races or go to the bathroom or something like that, we have to walk a long way. so most people have ATVs or golf carts or mopeds. mr.hatfield isn't racing cause his car isn't ready so he doesn't bring a moped or something.
ok i'm done ranting and raving.