Secret Number Twenty one: I'm really bad at remembering things, such as blogging.
So, the year is almost over; delicious smells are floating...along with deadly and irritating pollen. The mosquitoes are making themselves known, as are June Bugs.
Number of June Bugs savagely murdered so far: 3
Everyday I'm getting closer to the joy of sunbathing and late nights...and also to my AP tests. Gah. AP tests are just not aesthetic. They're ugly, vile, putrid, baneful things that deserve to be burned in a pit and danced around. (Notice that I am memorizing SAT words. aha, BAM.)
Also, the place in which I was working just went out of business randomly, leaving me with no job and barely any money. Good news= I can stay out later, Bad news=....no money.
I'm attempting to find another job, but not running rampant through the streets JUST yet. Maybe in a couple weeks when my savings account dries out.
Saturday I'm helping best friend Emily get ready for prom. I'm really excited, even though I don't have prom. It's just the girl inside of me. :)
I should go study, so tata.
"And I was like baby, baby, baby OOOOH!"
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