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| i wish i had a tape recorder for every time my dad said something strange. like he always does.
another random idea....... i wish everybody had the conscience of a three year old. like people would still get smart and invent these things and stuff, but what three year old would kill somebody? things like that. i'm sure theres somethings wrong with that i haven't thought about, but at the moment, it sounds pretty good. | | |
| wow, so today i seen how i want to do my hair, color-wise. it's awesome. my mothers exact words: "no. god no." shot down. she said, sure you can get some highlights, but i'm still putting my foot down as long as i can. what that means. after i work this summer, it will be done. if i can't talk her into it before then. the really strange part, my dad really liked it. now that's backwards. i'd really like to have it done.  | | |
| so i got called down to the office today. scary stuff. every since last semester, it's like those 4 rooms in the back are just gateways to hell. thankful all i had to do was talk about my prom date and how andy wouldn't be doing anything bad. I crossed my fingers. i am excited about prom because that means school is almost over, which mean i won't HAVE to go back for the rest of my life. Another sign I'm almost out, this is the last week of soccer. Man I'll miss those kids, I doubt they will miss their soccer nazi leader.....
Anybody know what they call a quarter pounder with cheese in Amsterdam (sp?)??? | | |
| well it's been a while again.
i got to thinkin the other day....
wouldn't it been interesting if one day you could just up and change everything. you could change your name, where you live and who you know. it'd be a completly different world. i don't think i'd like that very much just because i love the people i know now and who i am and all that but that's not really my point. it would just be great to have an experience as someone else for a little bit. just see what it's like from somebody elses eyes. | | |
| WELL SHE HATES YOU TOO. Get over it.
Well today I think I broke a goalie's hand. I took a shot and I wasn't even that close to her, maybe a step or two inside the 18. She went to block it and as soon as it hit she dropped it and started walking off the feild. Too bad we still lost anyway. That depresses me real bad. Espically sense if we had played the way we played the last 15 minutes of the game we would have won.  | | |
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