Pants in the dryer
So, its the last night of summer.. I have to be to school in 8 1/2 hours.. thats when class actually starts. It might have been good to actually sleep for 8 1/2 hours tonight.. but who needs that? Besides, Im on a very important mission: Drying my pants. Yes, my pants are in the dryer. ::stands confidently, arms crossed:: And I know that I dont like to walk all the way to the dryer in the morning, so I am simply waiting for them to get done. ::waits:: Plus I know if I go to bed now, I wont go to sleep.
Like I said, my first day of school is tomorrow. Yay, right?Yay that Im a senior, yay that I can get back in the flow of things and show the world how smart I am, right? Sure. I’m a bit nervous, just because of all the stupid social crap.. but hell, who cares? Also, I have to ride the bus. No car for me! Isn’t that great.. riding the bus.. stupid arrogant shit ants better not mess with me! Am I angry? No. Actually, Im getting a little tired. I just like to talk shit. I am actually a very loving person. ::scoff:: ::internet hug, followed by a suspicious glance::
Autumn came over today. We were expecting for Renee to come home, but she didnt because of mechanical problems on a plane and she has to stay overnight in Chicago. Exciting, eh? We went by her house, and her dad was pissed. Yup, pissed indeed! x_O
Autumn and I went to KROGERS where we went to the bakery and got -free cookies-. I love free samples. They are cool. ::throws temper tantrum:: I dont wanna go to school tomorrow! Waaaaaah!
I dunno what else is going on. Well, I went running again today.. thats basically all the exercise I did.. but I can tell Im getting much better at it.. though my legs are still sore. ::Stretches legs:: Ow.
I just yawned.And thinking of all the -stuff- I have typed, I am beginning to realize that this is a bit long. So, upon that, I shall depart. Wish me luck! Har har har
Yes, he sure was pissed.. Thank you for the welcome home sign!!! It was the only thing that made me feel welcomed, really.. <=P Renee
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