Here's some pictures dad took of the magical night...

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Haha prom. What a blast. The dance itself was sublime (FREE DINNERRR!) and I think ALMOST every girl there looked like a million bucks. Nick looked like ten billion American dollars. After the big unit, it was off to Kent, WA! The uhhh Hawthorne Suites were fucking elegant LOL. Well I drank a damn lot of vodka, danced to James Brown, stayed ( Read more... )

Bremerton yesterday had me in a restaurant full of people, watching the tweakers outside through the window. I could smell everytime they came inside. Christ I hate the smell of a tweaker and I hate watching them, the way their brains work, or don't work, and how they think they know something you don't. Generalizing, yes I am. But wow I hate ( Read more... )

I got my prom zit. Right on the chin!
Looks like I'm going to make my own damn dress.
Shopping blows.

Oh geeze, today in history class we discussed Bush's whole shebang with social security, and I joked to myself, "Oh my god, the Unseen were right."

BACK TO WORK, YOU SLACKER.

All I can focus on are the things that bug the hell out of me ( Read more... )

Eww, I watched "The Notebook" tonight. Why I do not know. Ewwww&barff!!

Well I hope everyone else is having a shitty weekend and that their coming week is just as bad! Hoooooooorah!

...and a belated RIP to Mitch Hedburg.

Poopoo for Sundays. They're all the same- Nick works, Mary works, dad golf-naps, I screw around and put off brushing my teeth as long as possible. Then there's the looming possibility of homework, which'll never get looked into. This one is all rainy, which means no bike riding or aimless walking... Just a bunch of leftover bacon eating and ( Read more... )

this break has been entirely made up of lounging around w/ nick, walking around w/ amanda, and watching countless hours of cartoons and i guess 'psychlogical thriller' type movies. many jellybeans have been consumed, as well as bad shrimp and mounds of chocolate. nick and i are workin it pretty hard. sleeping rulz. my writing skillz don't.

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