Okay. I've been handed two choices as to what I can do this weekend...
One: I can stay at my besat friend's house for the entirety of the weekend (to scrap book and study for the AP test on Friday)
OR
Two: Go to Maine with my family (to have fun with them and get potentially bored out of my brain)...
I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DOOOOOOOO!
Golf
It was cold and windy. I played like shit. We didn't finish the last hole because a large miserable black cloud came over the course. It was accompanied by fork lightening and gale force winds. It was then that we decided to quit as we finished the hole we were on. While walking up the course to the club house the wind was blowing at us. I'm a mild asthmatic so it was nearly impossible to breathe. Once we finally got into the club house we were told that we could stop while I sat down and trued to catch my breath. Roscoe left as soon as the horizontal rain fall began. We ran out to bring our clubs under the over hang (they were soaked after two minutes of rainfall). We waited out the storm in the club house and finally we left the building. Outside awaited a full rainbow; not just some broken arch, but a real end-to-end rainbow! Not only that, but it appeared to encompass every known color. It was amazing and made a crapy golf game worth my time...
*yawn*
Bed time. Its late and I'm tired. Night, night.
Friday, April 29, 2005
Thursday, April 28, 2005
The Good & the Bad
Good: I can make it to the memorial service!
Bad: Golf's still on. It starts late because its a home game... I really didn't want to go, but I guess I have to.
Good: Its the only game this week. Besides, all I have to do is play nine holes (well or like shit; I couldn't care less)... and then I'm done!
Bad: I'm going to Maine for the weekend, but its the same weekend that the Drama club is showing their production. And thanks to golf I can't even go see the dress-rehersal. I really wanted to see it so that I could be there for some of my real friends.
I can never be completely satisfied with my life... and if I was where'd all the fun be? That is, if you could call it fun.
Bad: Golf's still on. It starts late because its a home game... I really didn't want to go, but I guess I have to.
Good: Its the only game this week. Besides, all I have to do is play nine holes (well or like shit; I couldn't care less)... and then I'm done!
Bad: I'm going to Maine for the weekend, but its the same weekend that the Drama club is showing their production. And thanks to golf I can't even go see the dress-rehersal. I really wanted to see it so that I could be there for some of my real friends.
I can never be completely satisfied with my life... and if I was where'd all the fun be? That is, if you could call it fun.
Miscellaneous Shit
Alright, now I'm gonna put up some links for myself, just to make my life easier.
Orisinal: Morning Sunshine
Fullmetal Alchemist
Song Lyrics
RollingStone
More shit to be added at my leisure (and as needed).
Orisinal: Morning Sunshine
Fullmetal Alchemist
Song Lyrics
RollingStone
More shit to be added at my leisure (and as needed).
Just some other things
I slept through Math class today. I've been just so tired.
There's a memorial for a teacher who died after school and I'm pissed that I can't make it. He was agood friend to me. He died of a heart attack at 30 something. That really sucked. Everyone knew him and loved him. Whether you were actually in chorus or on the track team or part of the drama club, you knew him. Its been one year since he died.
I didn't rejoin chorus this year. It seems kind of stupid , but I couldn't. I guess the only reason I was in it in the first place was because I thought he was a great guy. I went to peices, like many others, when he died.
I'm really pissed off that I can't make it to the memorial. Maybe I can use it as a legitimate way to get out of a golf game. That would be great! That way I'd get what I wanted both ways. I really wouldn't mind playing golf today, but I really need to go to this memorial. My mom's so pissed off at me that I'm sur she'd get pissed off if I asked her. Oh, well, I can try. At least I have a full day of school today and nothing to do for the rest of the day but golf.
I'm leaving Friday afternoon to go up to Maine with my family on a weekend trip. Maine is my mother's home away from home. That's where she runs away to when she gets sick of us. We go there every year for two weeks in August; Mom always stays for the full month. Anyway, we're going up this weekend for the annual Fisherman's Festival. Its a day of fun for old people and little kids. I find it to be quite borring, but a brief reprieve from this horrific place is always nice. Anyway, I enjoy Maine for its natural beauty and it will give me some time to myself and it will be a destraction to my mother. I really can't wait.
Anyway, this is study hall so maybe I should actually study. I need to finish up my writing seminar story, its due monday. Thank God all I have to do is make some final corrections... everyone else hasn't even started it yet ;P
There's a memorial for a teacher who died after school and I'm pissed that I can't make it. He was agood friend to me. He died of a heart attack at 30 something. That really sucked. Everyone knew him and loved him. Whether you were actually in chorus or on the track team or part of the drama club, you knew him. Its been one year since he died.
I didn't rejoin chorus this year. It seems kind of stupid , but I couldn't. I guess the only reason I was in it in the first place was because I thought he was a great guy. I went to peices, like many others, when he died.
I'm really pissed off that I can't make it to the memorial. Maybe I can use it as a legitimate way to get out of a golf game. That would be great! That way I'd get what I wanted both ways. I really wouldn't mind playing golf today, but I really need to go to this memorial. My mom's so pissed off at me that I'm sur she'd get pissed off if I asked her. Oh, well, I can try. At least I have a full day of school today and nothing to do for the rest of the day but golf.
I'm leaving Friday afternoon to go up to Maine with my family on a weekend trip. Maine is my mother's home away from home. That's where she runs away to when she gets sick of us. We go there every year for two weeks in August; Mom always stays for the full month. Anyway, we're going up this weekend for the annual Fisherman's Festival. Its a day of fun for old people and little kids. I find it to be quite borring, but a brief reprieve from this horrific place is always nice. Anyway, I enjoy Maine for its natural beauty and it will give me some time to myself and it will be a destraction to my mother. I really can't wait.
Anyway, this is study hall so maybe I should actually study. I need to finish up my writing seminar story, its due monday. Thank God all I have to do is make some final corrections... everyone else hasn't even started it yet ;P
I hate my mother
I hate my mother. It's a real hate. Not some stupid teenager thing. Every time I look at her I feel this anger rise up inside of me. Whenever she speaks I want to rip her throat out.
She told me that I was useless and that I don't do anything and that she does everything and that she's tired of taking care of failures (my brother and me). It started with her asking me if I needed any money for today's game. When I said yes she asked in a tone full of unadulterated anger, "So, where is it all?"
"What do you mean?" I was truly wondering what she was getting at.
"I gave you $40 last week and its all gone. Where is it?" She was getting all 'I'm better than you and my shit don't stink' on me.
"You gave me $20 on last Monday. Since then I've had to buy lunches and dinners after my games..."
"Stop buying people food!"
"I haven't been..."
"So where did $50 dollars go?"
Yes its true the second amount is different (not to mention larger) than the first.
"$50?! What $50 are you talking about?"
"The total of all the money I gave you last week..."
"You didn't give me fifty! You gave me twenty, on Monday..."
With that she stomped off into her room. By now I was crying with frustration. Dad went in after her to talk to her and in her explanation to him the amount of money went up to $80. I was beyond pissed off now.
"Where are you getting $80 from?!" I screamed at her.
She went to count her fingers, but instead chose to utilize the calendar.
"Let's see: I gave you twenty on Monday, ten on Tuesday, for your game, Wednesday it was cancelled, and Thursday I gave you ten more."
First off the schedule was all wrong. I had three games last week and none of them were cancelled. One on Monday, for which she did indeed give me twenty. Then I had one on Wednesday. She didn't give me money because I said that I still had enough from Monday. I slept over my grandmother's house that night because of the long weekend. I had a game the next day (Thursday) for which I received no money because I knew that we weren't going to go out after a home game. Meanwhile, this twenty not only bought me two dinners at McDonald's it bought a vague resemblance of lunch for most of the week.
"No, you only gave me twenty last week and its gone. I fed myself with it," I immediately became conscious of my weight. Tears were falling down my cheeks like water falls. Not to mention that I was beyond exhausted. I had gone to bed somewhere around 11:30 pm and I was up again at 6:00 am.
"LIAR!!!!!!!" she screamed in her throat-grating banshee call.
I was more than ready to kill her.
I did what I had to do for my morning (running quite late after listening to her rants). The bus had gone by once and I remembered my golf stuff (after Mom repeatedly told my that she wasn't doing it for me anymore). I brought my shirt out with me while the clubs were out in the back of Dad's car. She stood out on the back stoop screaming that I couldn't do anything on my own. I popped the trunk open and my father was trying to help, but I wanted to do it alone. When the bus was back at our stop I chucked it at my bag in his trunk and walked away. Before getting on the buss I screamed "I can do things on my own" at her. She spat and said "Yeah right, I'd like to see that someday."
I got on the bus crying and here I am putting it down so it won't hurt so much inside.
Homeroom is almost over. I should stop now...
She told me that I was useless and that I don't do anything and that she does everything and that she's tired of taking care of failures (my brother and me). It started with her asking me if I needed any money for today's game. When I said yes she asked in a tone full of unadulterated anger, "So, where is it all?"
"What do you mean?" I was truly wondering what she was getting at.
"I gave you $40 last week and its all gone. Where is it?" She was getting all 'I'm better than you and my shit don't stink' on me.
"You gave me $20 on last Monday. Since then I've had to buy lunches and dinners after my games..."
"Stop buying people food!"
"I haven't been..."
"So where did $50 dollars go?"
Yes its true the second amount is different (not to mention larger) than the first.
"$50?! What $50 are you talking about?"
"The total of all the money I gave you last week..."
"You didn't give me fifty! You gave me twenty, on Monday..."
With that she stomped off into her room. By now I was crying with frustration. Dad went in after her to talk to her and in her explanation to him the amount of money went up to $80. I was beyond pissed off now.
"Where are you getting $80 from?!" I screamed at her.
She went to count her fingers, but instead chose to utilize the calendar.
"Let's see: I gave you twenty on Monday, ten on Tuesday, for your game, Wednesday it was cancelled, and Thursday I gave you ten more."
First off the schedule was all wrong. I had three games last week and none of them were cancelled. One on Monday, for which she did indeed give me twenty. Then I had one on Wednesday. She didn't give me money because I said that I still had enough from Monday. I slept over my grandmother's house that night because of the long weekend. I had a game the next day (Thursday) for which I received no money because I knew that we weren't going to go out after a home game. Meanwhile, this twenty not only bought me two dinners at McDonald's it bought a vague resemblance of lunch for most of the week.
"No, you only gave me twenty last week and its gone. I fed myself with it," I immediately became conscious of my weight. Tears were falling down my cheeks like water falls. Not to mention that I was beyond exhausted. I had gone to bed somewhere around 11:30 pm and I was up again at 6:00 am.
"LIAR!!!!!!!" she screamed in her throat-grating banshee call.
I was more than ready to kill her.
I did what I had to do for my morning (running quite late after listening to her rants). The bus had gone by once and I remembered my golf stuff (after Mom repeatedly told my that she wasn't doing it for me anymore). I brought my shirt out with me while the clubs were out in the back of Dad's car. She stood out on the back stoop screaming that I couldn't do anything on my own. I popped the trunk open and my father was trying to help, but I wanted to do it alone. When the bus was back at our stop I chucked it at my bag in his trunk and walked away. Before getting on the buss I screamed "I can do things on my own" at her. She spat and said "Yeah right, I'd like to see that someday."
I got on the bus crying and here I am putting it down so it won't hurt so much inside.
Homeroom is almost over. I should stop now...
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
Vent 2: On Chemistry
Today has been one of those days. I was so pissesd off at my chem teacher that I cursed at him every time I got the chance.
And in his retarded voice he would say, "Yure makin' me feel uncumfertable."
And I say "Good, P-Brain."
He spent most of the class rearranging the seats of the people who never cause problems while letting the talkative ignoramuses just sit there chatting while he gave a crappy attempt at teaching. Finally, after herranging her to the point where I wanted to wring his fat neck, he stomped over to one of the students, picked up her note book and threw it down on the desk beside me. I thought about grabbing it back for her and then she began asking me to do just that. I stood up and dove after the desk. He pushed me aside and picked up the note book.
"Give her back her book," I growled.
He laughed retardedly as he played a game of keep-away that I could have easily won had he not been a teacher.
"Give her her fucking book back, you moron!" I yelled rather loudly.
Now my adrenalin was reaching a dangerous level but I fought it back because the last thing I needed was to be suspended for hitting a teacher. I was reaching all around him while the sitting student next to him tried to get him to screw and hand it to me. Finally, he called the student who owned the book up and handed it to her over my head.
"What the hell's wrong with you, you freak?"
That was when I got my rise out of the class.
"Yeah, Cara," they shouted from all corners.
As I moved back to my seat one of the students shouted, "You are a freak P., you know that, right?"
"Sit there," he pointed to the desk beside my own, still fixated on the student who was trying to get her note book back.
She did sit down... for about thirty seconds. Then she moved behind me and finally returned to the seat she had started him and he didn't even notice.
So what do you think of that? Some moron, huh? This is a guy who can't cary on a strait conversation with anyone because his mind was everywhere but where it should be.
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!
In other news: The match against Ellenville was cancelled, thank God. I still have to leave early today for my Dr's appointment. But at least I'll have time at home to take a nap and do my health homework, for once. Then, Its off to my SAT class. We'll see how the rest of the day goes. It would be nice for it to be totally uneventful. But that couldn't happen,now, could it?
And in his retarded voice he would say, "Yure makin' me feel uncumfertable."
And I say "Good, P-Brain."
He spent most of the class rearranging the seats of the people who never cause problems while letting the talkative ignoramuses just sit there chatting while he gave a crappy attempt at teaching. Finally, after herranging her to the point where I wanted to wring his fat neck, he stomped over to one of the students, picked up her note book and threw it down on the desk beside me. I thought about grabbing it back for her and then she began asking me to do just that. I stood up and dove after the desk. He pushed me aside and picked up the note book.
"Give her back her book," I growled.
He laughed retardedly as he played a game of keep-away that I could have easily won had he not been a teacher.
"Give her her fucking book back, you moron!" I yelled rather loudly.
Now my adrenalin was reaching a dangerous level but I fought it back because the last thing I needed was to be suspended for hitting a teacher. I was reaching all around him while the sitting student next to him tried to get him to screw and hand it to me. Finally, he called the student who owned the book up and handed it to her over my head.
"What the hell's wrong with you, you freak?"
That was when I got my rise out of the class.
"Yeah, Cara," they shouted from all corners.
As I moved back to my seat one of the students shouted, "You are a freak P., you know that, right?"
"Sit there," he pointed to the desk beside my own, still fixated on the student who was trying to get her note book back.
She did sit down... for about thirty seconds. Then she moved behind me and finally returned to the seat she had started him and he didn't even notice.
So what do you think of that? Some moron, huh? This is a guy who can't cary on a strait conversation with anyone because his mind was everywhere but where it should be.
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!
In other news: The match against Ellenville was cancelled, thank God. I still have to leave early today for my Dr's appointment. But at least I'll have time at home to take a nap and do my health homework, for once. Then, Its off to my SAT class. We'll see how the rest of the day goes. It would be nice for it to be totally uneventful. But that couldn't happen,now, could it?
Mornings suck
Mornings are tough. Waking up at 6:15 in the morning exhausts the fuel cells before you even get going. We supposedly have a golf game with Fallsburg today, but with all the rain... well maybe there won't be a game ;)
Anyway, its going on two months that I've been sick and I'm getting so freaking tired of not feeling well. Right now I'd give anything to just go back to sleep and for some reason Nickelback and Linkin Park aren't keeping me awake, those bastards.
Okay, here's the schedual: School, Dr's appointment, Golf, SAT prep-class, bed, wake up, Thursday. But if there isn't Golf I may actually have time to do my homework. Its not that I enjoy doing my homework its just that it would be nice to have the time to work on it...
I've been working on this blog for about ten minutes now and no one has called an NHS meeting. Maybe... nevermind, the advisor just showed up. It was quiet...
Now my F**KING chemistry teacher just showed up with a refferal! He wanted to give me detention for not sitting in the right seat for one class when everyone else does it all the time! That and he took the liberty of reminding me to take the notes that I've been taking! I HATE IT!!!!!
I hate this school more than I hate my mother... that's a lot of hatred and loathing.
Alright, NHS is starting. Time to stop. I'll be writing more later.
Anyway, its going on two months that I've been sick and I'm getting so freaking tired of not feeling well. Right now I'd give anything to just go back to sleep and for some reason Nickelback and Linkin Park aren't keeping me awake, those bastards.
Okay, here's the schedual: School, Dr's appointment, Golf, SAT prep-class, bed, wake up, Thursday. But if there isn't Golf I may actually have time to do my homework. Its not that I enjoy doing my homework its just that it would be nice to have the time to work on it...
I've been working on this blog for about ten minutes now and no one has called an NHS meeting. Maybe... nevermind, the advisor just showed up. It was quiet...
Now my F**KING chemistry teacher just showed up with a refferal! He wanted to give me detention for not sitting in the right seat for one class when everyone else does it all the time! That and he took the liberty of reminding me to take the notes that I've been taking! I HATE IT!!!!!
I hate this school more than I hate my mother... that's a lot of hatred and loathing.
Alright, NHS is starting. Time to stop. I'll be writing more later.
Tuesday, April 26, 2005
That's all for now Folks
I saw Gary today. All we talked about was Itally. I had some really concerning issues, but he didn't give me time to address them until the last 30 seconds of our session. Grrrr...
I'm home again. Gram and Mom have both read my newest story, Theihs Ruirui. And they both loved it! Mom said that it was my best work yet and Gram thought that it was awesome! My story was a success! Now I just need feedback from my dear friend Melissa...
I'm going to be soooooooo busy this week. Golf, meetings, doctor's appointments... *sigh*
I don't care what anyone says; golf sucks. And I still can't understand why I put the team together and try so hard at it.
I'm in the precess of trying to get my entire family to start individual blogs. They're a good way to organize your thoughts and put them down on "paper". I'm loving it. I mean, four posts in one day, it must be a good thing.
I can't wait to post my stories. Hopefully they'll get some responces... But it'll be a while.
Okay, now I'm done for the day... Peace at last.
I'm home again. Gram and Mom have both read my newest story, Theihs Ruirui. And they both loved it! Mom said that it was my best work yet and Gram thought that it was awesome! My story was a success! Now I just need feedback from my dear friend Melissa...
I'm going to be soooooooo busy this week. Golf, meetings, doctor's appointments... *sigh*
I don't care what anyone says; golf sucks. And I still can't understand why I put the team together and try so hard at it.
I'm in the precess of trying to get my entire family to start individual blogs. They're a good way to organize your thoughts and put them down on "paper". I'm loving it. I mean, four posts in one day, it must be a good thing.
I can't wait to post my stories. Hopefully they'll get some responces... But it'll be a while.
Okay, now I'm done for the day... Peace at last.
I know I put too mush shit up at one time, but I have sooo much to say
Like the title says, Anything & Everything. I want this blog to encompass all of my areas of interest. Hopefully it will cater to the interests of others aswell.
Soooo... much... wasted... time...
I'm heavily political and I enjoy the different view points people offer (even if I don't agree).
I'm a loser anime junky. I know a lot about it, but at the same time, I've found the strength to release some of the nonsensicle knowledge that once flooded my brain.
I consider myself a good inteligent person who actually gives a damn about other people. Maybe that's wrong, but that's how I am and I've come to accept that it is nearly impossible for me to change.
What I'm really looking for in this blog thing is a life beyond my pathetic real one.
My friends are few and most use me as a soap box and a sort of "Dear Abby" person and I've come to hate it. I used to enjoy soliciting advise and information to those I considered friends, but when it got out of hand and sides had to be chosen, I had to let go. I had to make myself not give a damn... it was one of the hardest things that I've ever had to do. And I still can't completely let go. My mother calls me an empath and I was a little frightened when I realized that she was right. My moods and feelings became determined by the moods and feelings of others. Its still that way, but I'm trying to ignore it. How do you ignore something that is so deeply ingrained in your person?
Shit. I got into talking about myself. I know that this is to be a journal type of thing, but I hate talking about myself too much.
Oh well. Just another random rant by myself.
Soooo... much... wasted... time...
I'm heavily political and I enjoy the different view points people offer (even if I don't agree).
I'm a loser anime junky. I know a lot about it, but at the same time, I've found the strength to release some of the nonsensicle knowledge that once flooded my brain.
I consider myself a good inteligent person who actually gives a damn about other people. Maybe that's wrong, but that's how I am and I've come to accept that it is nearly impossible for me to change.
What I'm really looking for in this blog thing is a life beyond my pathetic real one.
My friends are few and most use me as a soap box and a sort of "Dear Abby" person and I've come to hate it. I used to enjoy soliciting advise and information to those I considered friends, but when it got out of hand and sides had to be chosen, I had to let go. I had to make myself not give a damn... it was one of the hardest things that I've ever had to do. And I still can't completely let go. My mother calls me an empath and I was a little frightened when I realized that she was right. My moods and feelings became determined by the moods and feelings of others. Its still that way, but I'm trying to ignore it. How do you ignore something that is so deeply ingrained in your person?
Shit. I got into talking about myself. I know that this is to be a journal type of thing, but I hate talking about myself too much.
Oh well. Just another random rant by myself.
My Writing Career
Okay, time to get serious.
I like to consider myself an aspiring writer. My best work is in the area of Sci-fi/Fantasy. I have several works that I would like honest opinions on. If you aren't a Fantacy fan don't go near any of this. If you like Sci-fi... give it a chance. All of them were written for my Writing Seminar Class.
Enjoy!
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Dragon Slayer
Automatons
Theihs Ruirui (Old Gothic English: Time Flux)
Give me some time to get my links together and then I expect some responces: Good or Bad.
I like to consider myself an aspiring writer. My best work is in the area of Sci-fi/Fantasy. I have several works that I would like honest opinions on. If you aren't a Fantacy fan don't go near any of this. If you like Sci-fi... give it a chance. All of them were written for my Writing Seminar Class.
Enjoy!
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Dragon Slayer
Automatons
Theihs Ruirui (Old Gothic English: Time Flux)
Give me some time to get my links together and then I expect some responces: Good or Bad.
Vent 1
Two updates in just over an hour!
My chemistry teacher is a moron! His newest thing is attacking me in class; asking incesently whether or not I've been taking notes. Needless to say I was until just a few days ago!
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!! Dumbass!
*Deep breath*
Thank God I only have to deal with him once a day... but for 5 days at a time! AHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I'm gonna either gonna die from a nervous brakedown or... or...
I'm vented. All better.
My chemistry teacher is a moron! His newest thing is attacking me in class; asking incesently whether or not I've been taking notes. Needless to say I was until just a few days ago!
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!! Dumbass!
*Deep breath*
Thank God I only have to deal with him once a day... but for 5 days at a time! AHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I'm gonna either gonna die from a nervous brakedown or... or...
I'm vented. All better.
Damn it
I asked him. I asked him if he was going to Prom. He said no. I asked him if he wanted to. He said no. I told him that it would be fun; that we had a limmo and we needed to fill it up. And in his small quiet voice he said, "No, I don't plan on going and I really don't want to. Maybe next year."
"Next year, then," I answered.
Damn it.
Does he dislike me or does he really not want to go? I mean Junior Prom only happens once in a life time. I feel bad that he's going to miss it...
"Next year, then," I answered.
Damn it.
Does he dislike me or does he really not want to go? I mean Junior Prom only happens once in a life time. I feel bad that he's going to miss it...
It's a start...
I can't believe that school is coming to an end. I mean, Winter recess and Spring break seemed sooo far away and now they're over. *sigh* At least spring break was fun. Going to Italy was a wonderful experience that I won't soon forget...
Other than that, this year has truly sucked. I've done shitty every quarter and there have been so many things going on. Golf started up and all of my scheduling is screwed up. I suck at golf and its still a mystery as to why I started the team... co-founded with a friend of mine.
In other NEWS: Prom is the upcoming event and I still don't have a date! I was thinking about asking someone I've been in school with since kindergarten. He's quiet and reserved, but he can be very funny when he feels like it. I want to ask him, but I'm afraid that he's so shy that he won't have any fun if we go. I mean I don't want to be totally tied down to him... *sigh*
Oh well, things could be worse... I guess.
Miscellaneous Stuff: My big fuzzy cat Panini turned 1 yesterday. Yay Panini!
Other than that, this year has truly sucked. I've done shitty every quarter and there have been so many things going on. Golf started up and all of my scheduling is screwed up. I suck at golf and its still a mystery as to why I started the team... co-founded with a friend of mine.
In other NEWS: Prom is the upcoming event and I still don't have a date! I was thinking about asking someone I've been in school with since kindergarten. He's quiet and reserved, but he can be very funny when he feels like it. I want to ask him, but I'm afraid that he's so shy that he won't have any fun if we go. I mean I don't want to be totally tied down to him... *sigh*
Oh well, things could be worse... I guess.
Miscellaneous Stuff: My big fuzzy cat Panini turned 1 yesterday. Yay Panini!
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