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Yes, yes.
It's a post by yours truly.
I have made a goal to write in the journal every day.
Hnn. That's right.
So, summer is around the corner.
I leave Delphi on Sunday morning.
Going to Los Angeles on Monday morning with Karli.
I'm expecting that it'll be a lot of fun.
Today it was the last day of 'school.' Even though I was singing until 9:45 AM. Then, at 1:10 PM, I went to my room and 'cleaned' until around two-ish. Then I went to Tamra's room to get 'my shirt.' I was getting this 'shirt' for over an hour. I sang for Tamra and she videotaped me doing funny stuff. Like pretending to be Britney Spears. It should go on YouTube sometime. Look out for me, you little punks. Then I actually did clean until 4:30 PM. I so did not go with Tamra out to do nothing. Of course not. Then Tamra and I saw two bugs doing it. The male was really small. Then the female attacked me. Pooey.
We then went to the gym where Danny, Brian, Kota, Jeff and some other asian were playing basket ball. Tamra and I decided to play too. We were horrible and ended up attacking each other with weight balls until I sort of peed in my pants. Yeah. It was really scary, so don't blame me.
After my asian homies left, Tamra and I started singing. Well, I did. She said I sounded good, and I tried to last for seven counts. I could do it better than Delancy Peterson, and that makes me sort of glad. But, she gets the solo because she's pretty like that, and she's in Jazz choir. Crapcakes. But, since I'm writing lyrics and all, and if I get really good at guitar, I plan to start a band of some sort. Susan Rufai always said that she wouldn't be surprised if I ended up being famous.
D;
So, yesterday. Yesterday, yesterday, yesterday. Yeah. Alright, so I was in the Rec Room and all with Danni and the posse, and Danni and I were getting our marriage straightened up (because we're totally ********), and Cody was apparently my law guy or something. ANWHO, he tried to 'win' the case by calling me 'hotter' than what Danni would ever be. How kind of him~... Then he asked me out. But we're not getting into that. I prepared a speech to turn him down, the dreaded "I'm so sorry, thank you though, I'm going to prom with someone else, I won't see you in the summer, it's pointless, maybe later" speech.
Tamra keeps reading this aloud as I write, so I'm going to stop.
Shut up Tamra.
You're a whore.
Tamra.
Tamra = whore.
Yay.
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