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Hey journal. Hi. I feel like spilling a thousand and one thoughts on you now, so I'll hold back and just present you with one hundred and one. I didn't write anything yesterday. But that was because I was distracted. Here's what happened today:
We found out TAKS testing rooms. And sat there. Becuase we don't have actual tests until tomorrow. But everyone else was testing.
I talked to Sarah and Jisu, a couple of my friends. Jisu really really really wants to go to Akon. She told me I should go. She told me that everyone in her group was cosplaying this year. She's going as Tifa from FF7. She's going to paint AJ blue becuase he's going as Kisame. She went last year as Haku. She had lots of fun.
I kinda want to go now. The dates are May 31, June 1, and June 2. May 31 is a Friday, but I wouldn't care if I needed to miss school for something as pretty as Akon sounds.
Other that that I went to art class, went to communications class, went to biology class, went to spanish class, and then went home. In communications we did nothing. In biology we watch Jurrasic Park. In Spanish we worked on Idirect Object Pronouns in spanish (go figure). And then after school, my father told me, "Rachel brought Brittany (a friend) over to the house. Rachel wants me to take them both to the hair salon." To tell you the truth, it made that angry little fire burn inside me. You know, when you get angry and you feel that burn inside you and you just hate someone for it. But mine went away fast. And I decided, "I'm going too." So I got my hair cut. It's the same exact way I had it before, just a bit shorter. Whoo, me. Then I went to Best Buy with my dad and we shopped around a bit. The cashier was nice to us, very conversational. Then we left.
When I got home my mother set me straight to cleaning while she worked on the computer. I can't be angry with her, but I am a little sad that I had to wait so long. It's like having to wait for... Well.. I dunno. Just put me in a sad mood. But it's better now.
Tomorrow I have art club and right now at this very moment I really really don't want to go. LIKE REALLY REALLY. I'm tired. Just tired. And it's one of those nights were going to sleep will only make it worse.
My dad's leaving tomorrow. I liked his visit, and I'll miss him. I'll see him again in the summer though. And I'll get to fly to his apartments. His clean, small, comfy, smoke-free apartments with sunshine, a pool, and realy actual forests and trees. Not the fake stuff you have here.
Okay I'm too tired to complain anymore.
Night journal.
 bittersweet93 · Wed Apr 30, 2008 @ 03:37am · 0 Comments |
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