the xanga experiment - test phase 1

Yes, I've given in. At least for a little bit. I'm re-entering the realm of Xanga. I also made it prettier. It's brighter, so maybe it'll keep me afloat now that the sun sets at FUCKING 4:30 PM!!!

So, if you're gonna miss my blogspot, I'll just preview you on the next two months:

1) Today we ordered a Prius. The waiting list is 6ish months (but possibly earlier), he said. If my mommy approves, then we will order from a different dealership where the waiting list will (hopefully) only be 2 weeks.

2) School is eating out my brain. This will continue to be true for quite some time... so don't worry all that much about that status.

3) Major seasonary awareness syndrome-- I have issues with cloudiness.

4) I wanna go to St. Louis for Thanksgiving... ::sigh::

5) License on Dec 17. Jamaica on Dec 18. TAF new years on Jan 1. Seriously... why does the next month even need to exist?

So long for a bit!

deet deet dede deet dedeet!

On Dateline tonight...

Yay 8th grade CCLA project! I miss it =( I miss smuggling the camera and computer out of school. I miss watching Catie eat 20 white castles at Mary's house. I had no intention about talking about this in this post but I had to come up with a random opening line.

Anyway, I'm having major post baseball depression drawback sickness. I mean, I'll sit here and refresh mlb.com as much as I want but yeah the season's definitely over. In other news, Peter and I invented the Red Cubs (or the Blue Sox... but then its too much like the White Sox... so I shot it). We are hella good. But we couldn't decide on V-tek/Barrett. So we bickered then put both in.

I crave FREEDOM. This past week all I did was mope. I miss my optimism. What happened to it? And then I watched My Sassy Girl and then I bawled my eyes out. Guess that wasn't a great idea if I really wanted to feel better. I think I might feel better this week. I think. I hope. Actually, I figure if I tell myself I'm feeling good, then I will. So yes, this week will be a good week.

I think.

can someone gimme a SWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP


Damn.

That has got to be one of my more favoriter pictures of the spectacle. For instance, observe David Ortiz, about 3 times bigger than any of his teammates, trying to pile on top of them. You see Arroyo's cornrolls, "Mueller", and Pedro's hair. Best of all... you see POOHOLES sulking in the background.

Oh I really do love the Red Sox. I have since I first saw them in the ALCS last year, for Tim Wakefield's start... man do I love Timmy. I'm not just a convert... I've been rooting for them all the way. Sure, I wanted to see the Cardinals lose. And I will always bleed Cubbie blue. But they're our AL brothers and damn it feels good to win. Now, I'll just keep... WaitingTilNextYr, just like the rest of Cubdom, so hopefully illustrated in this touching article.

And remember who coined the "Why not us?" phrase. That's right folks: Dusty Baker.

randomize

I'm sick of heartbreakers. All you assholes in this world. I'm sick of hearing of my friends, strong people, who are just getting fuckin run over by morons that they SOMEHOW trusted and then had it thrown back into their face. How does this happen? Every day I learn yet another way that people find to be jerks. It's as if they try.

Anyway. This weekend was pretty good... correction, Saturday was good. Sunday I had driving session then Chinese school then homeworked my ass off until I fell asleep in front of the TV watching BOSTON KICK REDBIRD BUTT.. TAIL. Up 2-0 baby HELL YES. So, I drove on the highway yesterday and today... definitely a success... Woodfield every day once I get my license haha. I really can't wait. Winter break is gonna bring me almost everything I want. Take the road test on that Friday, then gone to Jamaica for a week before Christmas, getting home Christmas day, then TAF new year's (I'm on the planning committee! ha ha).

I'm done with that journal for English so I guess I might update more. Might. I'm feeling a lot better about classes... not that Euro isn't still eating my life or my English teacher has ceased to piss me off... but I'm doing okay. I wish I could say the same about everyone else. I hate it when people I love get fucked on something that I can't do anything about. I hate feeling helpless to help people. It's all because of those assholes...

In another news... happy bday to Jason, Peter, and Eric.

[[edit]] Here's an interesting thought: What is your favorite/most memorable/best memory you have with me (or involving me)? Yes I know I'm pretty damn awesome, but PICK ONE ~_^

Absolutely addicted to this song... so beautiful.

~*~*~

I've heard there was a secret chord
that David played, and it pleased the lord--
but you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this: the fourth, the fifth,
the minor fall, the major lift,
the baffled king composing hallelujah...

Your faith was strong but you needed proof,
you saw her bathing on the roof;
her beauty in the moonlight overthrew you.
She tied you to a kitchen chair,
she broke your throne, she cut your hair,
and from your lips she drew the hallelujah...

Maybe I've been here before,
I know this room, I've walked this floor;
I used to live alone before I knew you.
I've seen your flag on the marble arch,
but love is not a victory march,
it's a cold and it's a b ro k en hallelujah...

There was a time you'd let me know
what's real and going on below,
but now you never show it to me, do you?
Remember when I moved in you,
the holy dark was moving too
then every breath we drew was hallelujah...

Maybe there's a god above,
and all I ever learned from love
was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you.
It's not a cry you can hear at night,
it's not somebody who's seen the light,
it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah.

Hallelujah.... hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah.

~ rufus wainwright

i can't let go of summer...

Yeah I know it's October already....but I just don't want to accept it. I don't want to wear sweatshirts or sweaters to school (even though South is freezing enough to wear that throughout the year...). I don't want to see snow, hell, I don't even want to see my birthday yet. I just want summer. Warm weather. Clear skies.

Yesterday was absolutely gorgeous. In fact, I'll even take this kind of autumn weather for another month or so. Since we only have two seasons, I guess it's more of an extension of summer. But seriously.... bright blue sky yesterday. Pure as crystal. The trees around OCC are amazing. I don't want them to go away. I guess there's otherstuff to look forward to... my birthday, Thanksgiving break, getting my license, winter break, living life, etc. But I don't want to think about that! It's too far away! I just want to enjoy myself and relax while I can. It seems like everything that I wanted has either passed/left or is so far away/unobtainable. Like... peace of mind?

I just heard about someone whose boyfriend moved to Thailand. It was soooooo sad. Why does life do this kind of shit to people?

pix

Sick of people bothering me about it. And you'll continue bothering me, because I barely took any pictures. Oops!


girls n boys-- ::Jason and Bettina walk into Emily's house, an hour late:: .... ::Bettina runs to get into pic with 7 girls she doesn't know::


"How come it looks like there's more guys than girls?" ... "Because... there ARE..."


At the restaurant-- Bucca, at Yorktown. Sir Andrew Shen, looking mighty noble.


Crap. The only serious pic that me and Jason took together. And I look like crap. >_<


This one's better. And my earring was bugging me so I'm playing with it in about 4 different pictures. Which I'm not posting.


too much fun with the menus there. "Let's make origami!" Ahaha... our waiter, Jake, was feriggin awesome. By the end of the night, we were all best buddies. And he put Jason's menu boat up on the shelf with all the decorations.


Lizelle, Kara and me... yay a normal pic! That Kara took... because I'm not smart enough to do these things...


Oh and we left a thank you note to Jake. On the back of a menu. With menu crayons. Yay!


Way too amused by pretty stuff. But I loved the corsage... good thing we went to get it, Jason! haha Okay I'm done, no more pix... don't kill me.

psst...

mlb picks

Having had sufficient time and distractions to recover from the death of the 2004 Chicago Cubs, I have made my DREAM picks for this year's postseason (not logical, just dream):

NLDS:
LA Dodgers vs. St. Louis Cardinals- Cubs in 3 games. (Okay, actually, I'd like the Dodgers to sweep the Cards... yes, I understand they already lost today. But my DREAM PICKS...)
+ Matt Morris will give up 4 in the 1st inning
+ Scott Rolen will finally bust out his knee TOTALLY.
+ Hee Sop Choi, as an ex-Cub, will come thru and KICK MAJOR BIRDIE ASS.
Atlanta Braves vs. Houston Ass-trolls- Cubs in 3 games. (Sorry I couldn't help it... okay, Braves in 4. Houston can kiss it. That's RIGHT Allen... your precious stros are goin down. And Roger Clemens ain't got no homerun in him.) And basically, if the Cubs can't be in it, then NO ONE in our division can.

ALDS:
Boston Red Sox vs. Anaheim Angels- Sox in 4. Let's see how the rally monkey fairs against Keith Foulke.
Minnesota Twins vs. New York Satanspawn- Yanks in 5. So they can work for it, damnit. So they can use up their weakass starting rotation. I actually like the Twins, but if they win, the world won't be able to see this:

ALCS:
Boston Red Sox vs. New York DevilIncarnate- Sox in 7. I think it'd be illegal for this to happen any other way. Fights in game 3, 5, and 6. A Yankee fan will be found battered and unconscious outside of Fenway. The world will scream Hallelujah.

NLCS:
Atlanta Braves vs. LA Dodgers- Braves in 6. I like the Braves. With or without Javy... they're a pretty spiffy team. Because they deserve it, having proven their endurance even after losing half their team. Oh, and Gagne will blow a save, to add a little drama.

World Series:
Sox vs. Braves- Sox in 4. Because they deserve a break. And because damn right, it's better than yours.

the BEST HOMECOMING .. of my sophomore year!

Well, there's another one next week. And that will be spectacular... however.... I have no date. Yes ladies and gentleman, if you ever meet a Maine South boy, you can safely assume that he holds no appreciation for the beauty and excellence that IS bettina chang. Ahahaha.. but anyway.

Thank you very much to the great (and dashing) Jason Lee for a marvelous remarkable absolutely magical night. I hope I helped to break your "homecoming curse", especially because you totally slaughtered me at our game last night. Also thank you to Sir Andrew Shen for giving in to peer pressure and coming along, even though we tortured him by pretending that we weren't going after all. Thanks to Emily for taking a million and a half pictures at her house.... to Kara for being so nice and just absolutely hilarious... Lizelle for having so much chemistry with me... Giemar for threatening to explode the peppers onto us... Joe for being my fake date with my fake ID with a non-existent permission form. There were SO MANY PEOPLE and they split us up at dinner so I didn't get introduced to half of them! But they were all super nice.

I'M SO SAD I DIDN'T GET TO SAY BYE TO YOU GUYS! I don't really feel like recounting the night. But it was hilarious. And everything we did was ON PURPOSE. Yes, that counts forgetting flowers, tickets, ID, getting lost, running red lights, not ringing doorbells... I wish I had taken more pictures. But I didn't. So I'll just wait until someone else gets them up and I will steal accordingly =D

other crap

So to make up for it, I shall give a taste of summer:

Aahah what a great night... I MISS SUMMER! It's so cold now! I'm not ready for fall =( The "tattoo" on my arm says "PRIOR #22" on it... haha... back when he came off the DL [Remember the hope we held at that point?]. Remember that bruise I had on my arm from running into a wall? Yeah I drew the heart to cover it up. Hahaha. I'm cool now.

OMG MY CUBBIES. I seriously feel like something inside me has died. But it's kind of good that we were slowly edged out of the race, instead of just losing in the postseason like last year. It was a little less painful. But a lot more sad. It's crazy to think that the season's over. But it was a good year... we loved them, we hated them, we hoped we pined and we pained... I'm still proud. Back to back winning seasons-- one step at a time, right? And um, go Red Sox?

I'm getting my braces off tomorrow. =D Yeah that's RIGHT, no more calling ME metal mouth.

can't say

I really don't think there's a way to describe the way I feel right now. I'm just so mixed up. Priorities, future, family, friends... too much to handle. So much homework lately... I haven't been doing 25% of it, and that's how I'm surviving. But sooner or later it's gonna bite me in the ass (like the 38/51 I got on my Euro test... luckily he curves).

So this week is pretty much dead to me. Tryouts don't start until tomorrow-- I also have Drivers' Ed on Tuesday and Thursday (my first driving session with the school). Saturday is homecoming, which I'm ridiculously and unnecessarily stressed for. But I am, and that sucks. I love my sister for saying she will be home Friday to save me. But Friday seems so far away. So many things are so far away. First semester usually flies by for me... so untrue this year. I don't understand how I'm surviving or not surviving... why I still exist, why I still do all the things I normally do. I'm living my life through a haze, and I don't know where it's coming from.

[dear lord i am editing this part of the original entry as it has apparently brought me bad luck...]

ouch.

I hurt! THAT MAKES ME HAPPY. Choreographed all Friday night, completely collapsed on my bed, then went to my audition at 9 am. It went pretty well, I think. The judges were really nice (we knew a bunch of them from our old school). My shoe came off in the middle of it, but that wasn't the biggest problem at all. We find out tomorrow so.... ::cross fingers::

Then tomorrow till Wednesday are tryouts for orchesis (dance performing group at school). I don't know exactly what I'm thinking, going into this... I just want to test my luck, you know? Get in shape a lil. (I'm sore as hell though... that's probably not a good thing). But I'm gonna be hella busy, with Drivers' Ed right afterwards, plus, our AP Euro teacher has kicked into full gear. I guess the last chapter was just an intro, cuz now we have homework/reading assignments like mad for the next -who knows how long?

I feel like my days are being consumed by these things. And usually, striving towards goals (getting my liscense, making orchesis, etc) can keep me happy. But it's not working like that this year. I'm missing out on something.

turning it around

I've decided to kill my most recent post... because, not only did most of you not know how to respond to it (except one of you.. =D), but neither did I. Because seriously, when I feel like that, I'm just waitin for something to snap me out of it. And I did. So why would I want to remember it?

I'm feeling so much better now. Not that I was depressed or anything, but definitely lacking passion/energy, something that I hate to see myself as. Well, now I finally have my voice back (or, most of it... I don't think I've completely had it since 8th grade...), so I will be more than happy to scream at your skankiness from across the hall (ESPECIALLY YOU, MAURA!! hahaha). I think my first time yelling in the hall today completely brought me back up. Pretty stupid, I know. But it's true.

Also it may have been my Euro test being over. Now the class if in full gear and I have a helluva huge reading assignment every day, but hey, at least I know what to do now. And, TOMORROW'S FRIDAY! Nothing makes me happier than that. Well, also situations outside of my control... but generally I'm awesome. (Naturally).

Hope you like or at least noticed the change... I had fun with it. Even though I'm no good with photostudio (cheap imitation of photoshop...), it was interesting to experiment. The words in the background are part of an essay I wrote last year that I actually really enjoyed...

so deep in thought.. (right?)

It seems to me like everyone is. In fact, everyone and their mom's goldfish has xanga'd this week about something serious. Which is pretty cool, because havin a blog really ain't nothin unless you write about something interesting. Hey, for all you guys who aren't feeling well or need someone to rant at, I'm more than happy to hear it =D As much as my angry entries might scare you, I'm actually not that bad. I hope.

Personally I've had so much to think about the past week(s). But that friggin English notebook is so draining =D an entry per day, so I think I got my emotional ruckus down somewhere else. The point is... I'm becoming an NFL girl. (haha that sounds so superficial/stupid.) But I'm gonna start watching football, because the baseball season ends at SOME POINT, and not enough people understand/watch/follow it anyway. So, football. They wear spandex too, right?? (Just... kidding...) Besides, if I'm gonna stalk espn.com, I've gotta have something to occupy time in the off season.

All my TV shows are starting! Ah, the horror, the procrastination, the lack of concentration!! Missed the premiere of Jack and Bobby (BOHBBY!!), damnit. Between TV and sports, I'm gonna have no motivation to do work. Oh, shucks.

STOP WITH THE HOMECOMING TALK!!! There's like... ALMOST A MONTH. Gag me.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY to... Allen, Jeremy, Staci, Shennie, Loosay, and Bridgette. DAYUM so many September babies. All oh-so-sexy. Will you be my wifeys?

Random question for the week: Does this chick look like me??

incomprehensible

Ohhhh my god. Friggin AMAZING weekend. I LOVE YOU GUYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Can't even describe. I figure someone else will give a day-by-day (erm, hour-by-hour, depending if we slept or not o_O) soo uh. Just assume that if you don't know, you MISSED OUT. BEITCHES!

WILL MISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS =*( Come back to visit SOON, and when I say soon, I mean within a month. OR... taf new year's =D, which is slightly more important.

Hehe so many funny/gay pictures. Mostly gay. All the pretty ones are with other people, as I'm too lazy to break out my camera during hipshong time.

So little sleep. Severe physical damage (due to Strain II of bahtinosis) as well as sleep deprivation. And screaming and singing and jumping around.

TOTAL CUBBIE WITHDRAWAL!! 4 offdays?? Insane! I was having convulsions. I stole Andrew's paper to check the sports section, even though I knew there wasn't a game til Monday. And then at Todai, I almost died when I realized they had ESPN on the tv screens. THAT PLACE IS FRIGGIN HEAVEN.

School seems so impossible/improbable tomorrow. Not only that... DRIVER'S ED! AH! I anticipate a 9 o'clock bedtime -set by myself. Wheee.

two rants on the day

One is in my journal for English, so you won't be seeing that one. (I'm actually looking forward to doing this assignment, something I haven't felt since art class in fifth grade. An actual journal with deep thoughts and crap like that? It's gotta be good. The rant's on religion, of course, because what would one of my journals be without a religion rant??)

Anyway, so AIM. Is it just me, or do people mercilessly slaughter the art of AIM? Let's narrow this down. Everyone knows that I, Bettina, Queen of the Universe, never/barely/rarely ever IM anyone first. That is because, among other reasons, I usually have something to do while I'm on the computer, so I'm not merely schputzing around and waiting for people to talk to me, I am actually concentrating on something (gasps!), (usually cubs.com or reading espn articles...). The point is, if you IM me, you better goddamn have a reason to, or at least have the effort to make conversation.

Now, I'm not always gonna just blow you off and tell you to leave me alone if you have nothing important to say (which I sometimes do tell people, if I'm really busy. Deal with it.) But if you DO have something to say, please go ahead and say it. You don't need to idly speak about nothing for 5 minutes before getting to the point (this applies to the phone too). Because when you ask how I'm doing, or "what's up?", I will definitely answer, with something entirely truthful nonetheless (more gasps!). And when I ask YOU, I expect the same, because I actually care. However, for those of you who DON'T (which I'm sure is at least 50% of the time), then DON'T FUCKING ASK. If you do this often enough, I guarantee I will stop caring and purposely - make no effort/kill the conversation/what YOU do - the next time you talk to me.

Otherwise!, I'm usually more than happy to just chat with you, especially if you're interesting to talk to. If you're not, you better goddamn have a game plan. What I hate the most is: when someone IMs you first, makes little/no attempt to keep up the conversation, and then says something along the lines of "Soooooooo...." or "anyway...." OR THE WORST, just "..." (as if I'm not good enough for any word composable on a qwerty keyboard) as a cue for ME to come up with something for US to talk about-- even though, (if you recall), that I wasn't the one all interested in talking to you in the first place. REMEMBER? YOU IMed ME.

So, if you're just an eager beaver and want desperately to talk to my Heavenliness, MORE POWER TO YA... don't be scared, if you're cool enough, I won't hate you! The point is, just fucking use some social skills, be respectful, and make AOL/thespawnofsatan PROUD.

stolen from chewy

RULES:
1. Put your birth month in an entry.
2. Underline anything that doesn't apply to you.
3. Bold the four that best apply to you.
4. Put all twelve months under your own. [I broke the rules. Teehee. Find the months on Chewy's xanga.]

NOVEMBER:

Has a lot of ideas. Difficult to fathom. Thinks forward. Unique and brilliant. Extraordinary ideas. Sharp thinking. Fine and strong clairvoyance. Can become good doctors. Dynamic in personality. Secretive. Inquisitive. Knows how to dig secrets. Always thinking. Less talkative but amiable. Brave and generous. Patient. Stubborn and hard-hearted. If there is a will, there is a way. Determined. Never give up. Hardly becomes angry unless provoked. Loves to be alone. Thinks differently from others. Sharp-minded. Motivates oneself. Does not appreciate praises. High-spirited. Well-built and tough. Deep love and emotions. Romantic. Uncertain in relationships. Homely. Hardworking. High abilities. Trustworthy. Honest and keeps secrets. Not able to control emotions. Unpredictable.

AHHHHHHHHHH

It feels like I've been doing homework ALL WEEK. Oh wait... I HAVE. The sad thing is, I don't think I've had that much. The Euro essay definitely sucked bunnies... but then all I had was little assignments. I think this is the result of not having a last period study this year. I knew this was gonna happen. Man. Craptacular. Plus, my mommy's gotten into a habit of giving me two dinners... one at 4, one at 8. SOOOO much food! ARGH I don't even have gym this semester to work it off. Note to self: this could be a major problem.

Anyway, today was definitely better. I'm gonna talk about something non-school.

Oh yes, I'm getting my braces off (exactly) October 4, at 2pm. Wheeeeeeee... I'm mad I didn't get them off Monday, but the secretary was nice and bumped up 2 of my appointments, or else I'd be waiting til November. Driver's Ed starts Sept 7 ... I better find a way to manage my time before then, cuz this is not working.

editPS: The Fall Play is the Visit by Friedrich somethin. Soooooo good... the plot is CRAZY. I hope I can be in it, but again... the time management is perrrty bad on my end right now. Scratch that... the practices coincide with my Driver's Ed classes, which I definitely cannot be missing. Blah. Okay, winter play (and spring musical... haha).

ugggh[aka big school entry, do not read if you don't want to think/hear about it]

Sooooo depressed. People ask me what I did this past summer... I really have no answer. Since I didn't do anything. AND IT WAS AWESOME!!! I just can't bear the fact that it's over already. I finally got a taste of how a normal summer should be, and now I don't want to let go! WAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH...

So here goes round two of my "first day of school" entries. Basically, I'm still a freshman. I have all these random classes in the [confusingly numbered] C wing now, plus two half studies, so I definitely got lost twice today. Not only that, I went to the wrong study, and IN THAT WRONG STUDY, tried to climb over a desk and knocked it over/fell over/tripped. I'm also having major identity problems. All summer I've been my normal hyper happy self, and suddenly I'm back to school, where half of my classmates think I'm a nerd/hermit/listen to classical music?!? Anyway, so I'm still in my TAF social mood (I can't really explain it, I think most of you know what I mean), and I don't think I said anything TOO monumentally stupid, and a bunch of the girls who were on my squad last year are still randomly talking to me, so I guess it's a pretty good start. I think that everyone is always cooler the first week of school because they're hoping they'll find people to talk to during the course of the day. Once they find those people, the exclusiveness starts.

On a boringer note, my classes last FOREVER. NINE FUCKING PERIODS IN ONE DAY. 35 minutes added to the school day. Absolutely despicable. Literally the longest school day of my life. My lunch moved from 10:20 to 12:50. I'm most scared for Spanish and Math, cuz there are some pretty hardcore speakers in my class and some diehard Mathletes goin on thurr... kinda freaky. Drama is gonna be bomb... I'm really lookin forward to the plays and musical this year. Sooo lucky to have bunches of you guys in my classes. Hopefully I can make the most of it.

Anyway... gettin' back on the daily grind. I CAN'T WAIT FOR LABOR DAY WEEKEND. =D

so unreal

Talking to people from school who are back from vacation... everything I imagine looks like a black and white flim. When I go back to school on Monday, it won't feel right. Nothing is going to be the same. I mean, first of all, the entirety of the "higher" portion of the social ladder is skeptical of me since I quit Hawkettes-- to them, it feels like I snubbed an entrance into their fold. Or something. I don't know. Maybe I snubbed it last year when I didn't do the instant transformo-slut/alcy/druggie that most girls did. Hawkettes is SO NOT for me. Not just socially, but dancing to compete like that, mechanically, it's just not me. So I'm glad I quit- I dance to PERFORM, to be creative, not to fit others' definition of achievement. But now I feel like a bum and I haven't had a class for more than a year and it just doesn't feel right.

Anyway, back to school. I'm scared of my workload this year. AP Euro is already scaring me... I just realized there's 100 pages of material I need to cover, and 50 I need to register, understand, analyze, and transform into 4 pages. So little time. I don't remember where the summer went. I don't remember where all my money went either, but that's another story. I can just feel the constant stress of school coming back to me.

I can feel the drama hanging over me-- it was like the game last night, with Russell Branyan the tying run at the plate, and Remmy serving up that homer. You hope it doesn't happen-- it doesn't seem like it will happen-- but deep down, you know it will. Rawrr. And even worse, homecoming in 1.5 months. I absolutely loathe the hype that comes with it.

Guess I should just enjoy more calm while it's still here, huh?

so monumentally screwed

I refuse to recognize that school starts in a week. REFUSE.

Emily's coming to visit today! WHEEEEEEEEEEE! Although, AHEM, some OTHER STL'ers should have come with her. Man I miss TAFers so much. I love my school friends, of course, but there's just so many people that I wish I could spend more time with during the year. Oh well, I've got today, Monday, and Wednesday dedicated to you kids =] Yay.

I'm starting driver's ed on Tuesday (hopefully). The lessons are supposed to start Monday but I have no way of getting there, plus it's the picnic! So I hope they'll let me start Tuesday and do a makeup class. That way, I can get my permit sometime in August, so I can get my license sometime before December =P. I'm really upset that I didn't make more of an incentive for driver's ed, like earlier in the summer. Then I wouldn't have to go through all of this right now, when school's beginning. I mean... NO IT'S NOT.

But really, I can write a 4 page paper easily, right? Pfft... let's hope I don't have too much confidence about my unused writing skills. And that the AP Euro teacher grades easy for summer homework. So, um, summer ends a week from today. And I'm getting my braces off SOON! (Hopefully next Monday.) Whee.