Because my journal has become more personal than it was when I began writing it, I've chosen to make it more secure.
You know how small towns go. :)
However, I love making new friends, even if it is only over livejournal!
Just comment to be added, and include some of this fun stuff:
4. Something interesting about yourself
5. Favorite song/book/movie
6. The best thing since sliced bread
Oh, yes. :)
So one of my best childhood friends has a bachelorette party/lingerie shower tomorrow night. And I didn't have time to go shopping until today. So I drove all the way into North Little Rock and bought her a bra and thong set at JCPenny (kind of werid, since I still remember the two of us wearing those horrible granny panties when we were 8.)
Anyway, so I do a little more shopping and drive on back home so I can beat rush hour traffic. Everything's great, right? Until I get home and notice that I accidently got her a size large in the thong instead of a small. (It still looked dang small to me.) So I figure I'll just tell her I got the wrong size and give her the ticket to take it back if she wants. THEN I realize that the stupid plastic metal detector anti-theft device is still on the bra. WHAT? How did they forget to take it off? And how did it not BEEP?
So there's something wrong with both pieces. With gas being $3.20, I can't afford to drive all the way back into town. Not to mention I'm wayyy tired and hate the fact that I already wasted $15 to get there in the first place. I won't have time to exchange it before I leave tomorrow, so I guess I'll just have to wrap them as they are and tell my friend that I'll take them back and give them back to her later.
Be more observant, JCPenny Boy!
In the meantime, what does one wear to a bachelorette party? And what activities are involved in one whose attendees are mostly underage?
I can only imagine.
10. It SPRINGTIME, aka the BEST time of year.
9. It's 75 degrees outside, allowing me to wear a skirt and feel the sun shine on my bare white legs.
8. I have in my hands a large Sweet Tea with Peach, which I only paid $1 for.
7. I no longer have to worry about finding a random guy to take to prom, seeing as I'm going with one of my best friends in the world.
6. Said prom date no longer has a girlfriend, eliminating any guilt involved with taking him.
5. Both PCC and DLC are closed for Spring Break next week, therefore I have no College Algrebra for a week, and no Trig or Physics for two weeks.
4. My BFF will be home in 9 days. As will my spring break.
3. I am going to Hot Springs on Friday to spend time with old friends.
2. Joe Purdy exists and makes amazingly beautiful music.
And the Number One Reason Why I Love My Life...
1. I WILL BE SPENDING 6, POSSIBLY SEVEN WEEKS OF MY SUMMER AT BROOKHILL RANCH SUMMER CAMP AND/OR SURROUNDING AREAS (5, maybe 6 weeks working camp, 1 at highpoint). As much as I hate overly used exclamation points, I have to go ahead and say
75% ON MY ALGEBRA TEST!!!
GIVING ME A 76% overall!!
WHAT THEN, HARRY?!?
We got 5 inches of snow Friday.
That's a first in...a long time.
Believe it or not, I am not stupid, and I am confident in that fact. Not only am I Valedictorian of my class, I've made high enough test scores to fully pay my way to college. I have a high A in my Pre-Calculus class right now, and it's a dang hard class. You think the only reason I feel secure that I'm not an idiot is because my school's classes are so crappy that they make anyone look smart. Well guess what? No matter how many times I say I hate it, my school is not a piece of dung. I've had some amazing teachers and crazy-difficult classes over the years, and for those that weren't good enough for me, I took over CIV, which no, are not fake classes. I am not lazy. I've worked my butt off to get where I am today. Don't think that just because I'm ranked #1 in a small school that I didn't have to earn my way there. Don't underestimate me. Just because I can't use your methods doesn't mean I don't know how to do math. I wish you'd realize this, because it pisses me off that I've failed your tests and quizzes even though I've gotten correct answers. Maybe if you'd broaden your mind a little, you'd see that people learn in different ways, and not all of thoses ways are exactly like yours.
Oh, and about your whole Anti-Calculator deal. Newsflash. It's 2008. We don't bleed sick people any more, because we've come up with more accurate ways to cure them. We don't drive horses and wagons, because cars can take us to our destination a lot faster. We don't calculate logrithims by hand, because Texas has so kindly given us an Instrument to do it for us, so that we can spend more time living our lives and waste less trees.
I know how to do everything on this test tomorrow. So why am I so confident that I'll still fail? Because I know I'm not going to write every answer in the form you expect of me, or work the problems in the way you prefer. There is a very good chance that I am going to fail your class. And I've cried over this reality several times. My whole life I've been taught that if you put everything you've got into something, you'll be pleased with the results. Obviously, that isn't always true. I work my butt off studying for your class, and haven't passed a quiz/test yet. But I've finally come to realize that if I do fail, it won't be my fault. I've worked hard, I've tried, I've given it my all. But sometimes, I guess that isn't good enough. If you fail me, I'll be really upset. But I'll be even more angry that I wasted $150 for a book, $500+ in gas, and $200 to sit in a classroom for 20 minutes while you assign homework. Your class has been a waste of my money and time.
Just another face in your classroom
It snowed this morning. And it actually stuck. It hasn't done that all winter. I enjoyed the whole 3 minutes I got to spend in it on my way to school.
By 2nd period, the ground was white.
By 3rd, it was brown again.
Stupid Arkansas weather.
On a different note, Saturday night was fun. We ended up at the River Market, where we paid WAY too much for pizza. Then we went to Best Buy, Barnes and Noble, and Target, where I met up with Lauren. Yay! Blake decided to take up German, Matthew possibly saved a girl from committing suicide, and I learned how not to play Rock Band. On the way home we had the usual England Rant--our town sucks blah blah our school is crappy blah blah the only decent people here are in this car now blah. And once again, it made me wonder, why don't I hang out with these boys more often?
My Dad is blaring gospel music, as usual. I learned to tolerate it when I was about 5, but when I'm upstairs with my door closed, and I still can't hear myself think, it's a little irritating. I hope my Dad's not going deaf or something. Because if he keeps this up, I'm about to.
College Algebra test tomorrow. I really really really hope I pass this time.
Guess I'm off to study.
Little darliing, it feels like years since it's been here.
Here comes the sun, it's all right!
The first day of March has not let me down!
The sun is shining, the birds are singing, the cats are shedding, and the Georgia is sweating.
I'm sure this is very temporary, but it's what I need to be reminded that the sun also rises.
February is over!
Reseach paper is over!
Physics project is over!
Poetry Contest is over!
Now that I've wasted such a gorgeous day listening to teenagers badly recite poetry, (Yes, I know that includes myself. But being locked in a room for 4 hours with soft-spoken people and terrible music was driving me mad.), I'm ready to get out and have some fun. Me and Matthew and possibly the Blakester are about to drive into Little Rock and "seek the fun," as we like to call it. The sun will be mostly gone by that time, but you know...the sun'll come out tomorrow, bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow, they'll be sun..."
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes!