I had worked out this whole speech that I was going to deliver to someone, but I decided not to. I'm not sinking that low, I'm not going to delve in too deep about it was for or what it said. Just one comment...would it have hurt you to say congratulations?
Enough of that. Today was hip. I keep meaning to watch The Patriot, we're always talking about it in History, and he keeps mentioning scenes (because we live in a "Hollywood Generation") so we know a little about what he's lecturing on. I keep meaning to count how many times he actually says mmmkay in one class, but I always forget until the end when he says it like three times in a row and Morgan Cooper and I look at each other and just roll our eyes. Silly Mr. Hostutler. Silly, crazy history class.
My mom was so cute when I told her that Zack and I were, again, dating. I didn't plan on telling Mom that we were going out because I was afraid she'd say something like she said last time I told her we were going out again (Something along the lines of don't break his heart) and I don't want to deal with that. It's one thing taking shit from your friends, I refuse to take it from my own Mom. So I was on the phone with Zack, duh, and Mom was telling me something (I wasn't listening all that much) and he kept telling me to say "Hi" to Mom and Caitlin, and I said no and then Mom wanted to know who I was talking to so I told her Zack. She kind of smiles and goes "Oh my" a couple times, then winks at me. It was adorable. She came in my room a little while later when I was going through my closet and goes "Realized what you were missing, huh?" That was cute. *clap*clap* for Mommy.
So tomorrow I get to leave Photography early to "constructively critisize" the Journalism 1 students and talk to them about their articles. Which were crap. I don't even know if I'll be able to be nice to some of these students, but I will try my hardest...I just have to keep repeating that to myself. Flex will be easy though, 5/8 (english/journalism), so tomorrow will fly.
And what am I looking forward to, you may ask?
Job interview. Or, more like, the possibility for a job interview. I called Kids World today and I talked to Barbara (who is, in fact, my neighbor's sister, so yay) and said that the woman I would have the interview with, Geri (I immediately thought of the Spice Girls, is that wrong?) wasn't there today, but would be tomorrow so I should call then try to get my interview in. She said that I could end up working right away (No Saturday, no Monday...Mom's surgery day)
Grandma called a few minutes ago. Danielle, the pregnant cousin, is in the hospital. Her blood pressure's gone up drastically lately and if she doesn't have the baby tonight she'll be induced tomorrow. And after all of the bitching that I do about her, after all of the criticism...I hope she's ok.
'Night.
