a person who, because of shyness, unpopularity, or lack of a partner, remains at the side at a party or dance.
So today I finished Perks of Being a Wallflower and let me just say, didnt expect that ending at all. Damn, but overall, veeeery good book! :] First one I have read in hella long and I think it hella makes me wanna read more. But anyway yeah so good book :]
In other news, today was actually a good day. No reason why or anything, just nothing bothered me too much. Finished the 9/11 movie in US history. Read in ceramics because I was lazy again. Did some computer work in TA. Tested in spanish and it was very easy. Did some graph shit in Chem, again, very easy. Lunch was kinda gay...but when is it not? Tested in Geometry. Kinda disapointed though because I dont think I did very well. Then just took notes in english but that class is always fun haha. Then after school I went home and slept for a bit because I was hellllla tired and my behind the wheel teacher was coming late. So she came around 530. I sat in the back while the girl who had her session drove back home. We all talked about "scary things". Then we got to Calistoga and dropped her off and I started driving. It was so chill like Robyn was my "teacher" and we pretty much just talked and laughed and listened to music the whole time. It was dope. So we drove from Calistoga into Napa. To the DMV and we went on both of the two routes they have the driving test on. So I got a feel for that. Then we went back into Downtown kinda and went all the way up Dry Creek and then back to my house. Pretty fun. So pretty excited for my next two and then my test. ! h000lla.
ugh, mom is going to Socal tomorrow. Im so jealous. Partly because i wanna go down there and then because its going to be so boring here. Well....maybe not. But I hella wanted to go into the city this weekend. Whateva.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
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yeaa i hate it when my parents go to LA without me! :( like on school days and shit. so annoying.
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