Monday, June 15, 2009

Driving with children.

I drove to school by myself today!

And it was..... absolutely no different.

I really expected myself to freak out, except it felt exactly the same save for the absence of my dad. How anticlimatic.

After school, I drove Lan to Dairy Queen. I made her buy me an ice cream cone. Upon getting back to Oxford, a certain honey bunch demanded that I drive him and his friend to the liquor store. I invited Lan along again, and she and Justin argued over who gets front seat. I already knew that Lan wouldn't give up her throne, though. Shotgun is reserved for my right hand-woman. Also, Justin makes it very hard to drive safely. He kept telling me to go because there weren't any cars. The light was red.

While in the parking lot, Lan realized she had to walk back to school because her mom wanted to pick her up, so it was just me watching the two boys buying candy and soda (I had no money). Then Justin called shotgun. He got in my car and became fascinated with the pop-out cup holder. He kept imitating the sound it makes, doing this little hand motion to accompany it. It was the cutest damn thing I've seen today.

When we got back, I hung out with Justin's crew for a bit. And all the while he was ranting about how boring a driver I am. Well, excuse me, child. If you want to get yourself killed, you can go ahead and run a red light.

As retribution, I took his phone (right out of his back pocket, mind) and fiddled with it for a while. When I finally left, I accidentally on purpose forgot to give it back to him. Then when I was in my car, I used his phone to call his best friend Sam. I had him make it known that if Justin wanted his phone back, he needed to be at the parking lot in thirty seconds. He practically ran to my car, arms flailing and all.

I fucking love that kid. He makes me happy. His yearbook is sitting on my bed. I should get to that now. I wrote him a page.

Peace.

Friday, June 12, 2009

Campbell's Chicken Noodle.

Possibilities!

Soup does wonders when you're sick.

I'm feeling a lot better. Thanks, guys.

Chan Park signed my yearbook insert!

Peace.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Puffs Plus Lotion.

I had a full box of tissues when I went to school this morning. I ran out right before lunch started. Lovely.

Normally, I don't mind being sick. I anticipated it, actually. Choir week tends to lower everyone's immune sytem. But being sick during finals isn't that wonderful.

My friend Kimberly asked me after walking out of math class, "So, how did you do on the final?"

Hmm, let's see. Yesterday, I tried reviewing only to be racked with headaches that could probably tilt the Richter scale. I gave up and tried sleeping it off except that I woke up twice in the middle of the night to run to the bathroom and throw up in the sink. This morning I was in a rush because, in my illness-induced haze, I had slept through my alarm. And there I was sitting in math class, all drugged up with Dayquill, trying to remember how to convert polar coordinates into rectangular coordinates, all the while trying not to drop dead onto my desk.

How do you think I did, Kim?

Rant, rant, rant. Sorry.

Friday, June 5, 2009

Easy, breezy, beautiful, Covergirl.

Opening night for choir show! It was pretty good, especially since I had so many doubts during tech and dress rehearsals. I messed up a few times, but I deal. I only care about Saturday night's performance, because Reanimated people are coming to see me, as well as my parents, my grandparents, and my cousin.

Girls are required to wear red lipstick to shows, so normally a kiss on the cheek would leave this terrific, red kissprint. I have this Covergirl eight-hour whatnot that literally does not smear or come off unless you use heavy duty makeup remover. Not everyone knew that, though, so when I kissed some underclassmen on the cheek, they all freaked out. It was pretty entertaining.

Well, I'm off to do some serious face scrubbing right now. Got to get off all this stage makeup. Wish me luck for the next show!

Peace.

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Show week.

It's the last show week of junior year. I'm really glad it's here. I mean, yes, it involves staying up late and doing homework at the last minute and dealing with Mr. Hogan's mood swings, but it sure beats being at home. It's also my last show with the seniors. I'm going to be so emotional when they leave.

The freshmen in choir and I have love-hate relationships. Matthew Vergel De Dios keeps slapping me. James Lee and I are in the middle of an on-going Untie-Each-Other's-Shoe game. I'm winning.

Next year will be so hard for me. I can't stand to leave all these kids behind.

Monday, June 1, 2009

Stay off the roads.

I have my license.

Lan, time to go shopping.