gah I haven’t been online all weekend, I suck. I don’t even have a good excuse. It was just a bunch of little things that kept me away.
In other news, I still have that wretched cough… that kind of cough that sounds like I’m about to hack up a lung.
I saw Along Came Polly friday night – it was ok. I love Hank Azaria. That is all.
Took Kevin home Sunday. Worked on costumes a little bit. Did some school junk.
Friday when we went to see Along Came Polly, I had my big fancy camera with me. I went to Cath and Rachel’s basketball game first, and didn’t want to leave the camera in the car (‘my baaaaaaaaaaby I can’t leave it in the caaaaaaar’) so I took it in with me, and everybody thought I was going to take pictures of the game but I wasn’t – I just didn’t want to leave it in the car (even if I was going to take pics of the game, I couldn’t, my disc was full with pics I couldn’t delete yet). Then we went to the movie and again I didn’t want to leave the camera in the car, so I was going to take it in. But theaters kinda frown on that, like that Nazi lady yelling at me to take my camera back to the car Star Wars Ep II Opening Night. So I found a sweatshirt in the back of my car and put it on over my long sleeve shirt, hoping that would hide the camera. But it didn’t, cause the camera is huge, and it just made it look like I had a giant tumour growing out of my side. So I found another jacket and put it on, too, and that hid it fairly well, and no one saw it, but it was so uncomfortable and I felt so dumb.
Anyway, Saturday I went with Ash and she got her ear pierced. While we were waiting we were looking through the books of tattoos they could do, and someone of them were so awful. It was funny. I can’t even remember any of them except the one of the insanely happy Jesus.
Dad got me The Sims: Making Magic at Best Buy. I installed it but it runs like shite, so I’ve only played it like, 10 minutes.
Uuuugh this semester is going to be hell, I’ve already missed one day and now here it is only a week after school starts and my stomach is all in knots about going tomorrow š I realllllly don’t want to go. School sucks. I hate school. I hate my classes. I hate my teachers. I hate my books. I hate my assignments. I hate my classmates.
Ok, so I don’t hate all that. My teachers are OK and my books were super cheap and we haven’t really had all that many assignments yet except for reading, and I’m rather ambivalent about my classmates.
But I do hate school. School can bite me.