after I [mess] the manager up, I'ma shorten the register up...

I've had some fun over the past couple of days. Because of the whole standardized testing thing this week, I've been able to sleep late, and because my dad's out of town, I get to sleep in my mom's room. Last night I was trying to find a channel that was quiet, and I flipped to this Spanish channel that was running an infomercial about fungus eliminators. They kept showing this one image of a guy's DISGUSTING feet, and my mom turns to me and says, "I don't care if it is in Spanish, I'm not going to sleep with a foot fungus commercial on." For some reason, this amused me greatly.

Oh, guess what--I FINALLY GOT MY [blank]IN' LICENSE! I went to the DMV yesterday and I have a provisional license now; the real one will come in the mail within the next two weeks. I wish I could post this public, but I'm still paranoid about that stupid troll who WON'T DEFRIEND ME...

Maybe I should just post public and let the asshole offend me so I can get them to defriend me. Cri. Key.

The journalism banquet is tonight. I've already ironed my clothes and I was going to wash my hair, but I think I'll just wear a hat. (I need to get a hair appointment for prom weekend and maybe this weekend. My hair looks awful.) Shawn is going to be there, and I HAVE to tell him that when it comes to prom... he's not my date. No one is my date. It's just going to be me looking fly in my Smoldering Tempstress dress. I'll dance with him, but I'm not his date! How do I say that nicely?

The new Gossip Girl book is already out. Gah. I hate not being able to buy it and the new Princess Diaries book. I need something to read, dangit! And I can't get anything 'til I get a new library card.

I think that's it for now. Anyone who knows of ideas for getting rid of trolls, contact me. I'll love you forever.