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enamouredLordy, I want to go home, but I am staying after for this little basketball game thing. I have to take pictures. Oh, the joys of being a photojournalist. All I know is that I better be home before six so I can watch the episodes of I Love the 80s Strikes Back that I missed last night.
Today in French, I kind of hugged The Boy. I guess he's kinda touchy-feely (in the best possible way) like I am. I suppose that's another reason to like him. Sigh. I have not had a crush on a guy at school like this since, oh… seventh grade. And that went bad. And I don't want to dwell on it.
This is the second time I've been in the library when Jacob's English class was in here doing research. Hee. I am so very easily amused.
Tomorrow I have my other driver's test. Oh Lordy. I cannot fail this one. If I fail this, I have to pay $45 to retake it, and... *&^%, crikey, I can't do something stupid and fail that thing again. I still can't believe how I failed the first one. I HAVE to pass. I just HAVE to.
(and Jacob's like, right across from me. Everybody say hi to Jacob.)
I want to rent some movies. I haven't rented any movies that I really wanted to see and stuff. I want to get Sixteen Candles and 28 Days Later. And possibly even Dirty Dancing. Yes, ILt80s has taken over my mind. I am a spaz.
One of the funniest moments of Strikes Back '86? (I think it was '86...) When Hal Sparks was making out with the Rainbow Brite doll. I could not stop giggling. That man is hilarious. (I almost typed "halarious" but you cannot prove that.) I have discovered that at night I always remember all of the funnier quips from that show but during the day I can't remember a single one. And I also discovered that all of those bad 80s songs have a really bad habit of getting stuck in permanent loop in my head. Last night, it was something like this:
"Stroke me, stroke me! Heeeey, livin' on a prayer! 867-5309...! Whip it into shape! And I'm hungry like the wooooolf!"
It's very distracting to have so many double entendrey songs in your head at once.
Gah. I still want to go home.
Today in French, I kind of hugged The Boy. I guess he's kinda touchy-feely (in the best possible way) like I am. I suppose that's another reason to like him. Sigh. I have not had a crush on a guy at school like this since, oh… seventh grade. And that went bad. And I don't want to dwell on it.
This is the second time I've been in the library when Jacob's English class was in here doing research. Hee. I am so very easily amused.
Tomorrow I have my other driver's test. Oh Lordy. I cannot fail this one. If I fail this, I have to pay $45 to retake it, and... *&^%, crikey, I can't do something stupid and fail that thing again. I still can't believe how I failed the first one. I HAVE to pass. I just HAVE to.
(and Jacob's like, right across from me. Everybody say hi to Jacob.)
I want to rent some movies. I haven't rented any movies that I really wanted to see and stuff. I want to get Sixteen Candles and 28 Days Later. And possibly even Dirty Dancing. Yes, ILt80s has taken over my mind. I am a spaz.
One of the funniest moments of Strikes Back '86? (I think it was '86...) When Hal Sparks was making out with the Rainbow Brite doll. I could not stop giggling. That man is hilarious. (I almost typed "halarious" but you cannot prove that.) I have discovered that at night I always remember all of the funnier quips from that show but during the day I can't remember a single one. And I also discovered that all of those bad 80s songs have a really bad habit of getting stuck in permanent loop in my head. Last night, it was something like this:
"Stroke me, stroke me! Heeeey, livin' on a prayer! 867-5309...! Whip it into shape! And I'm hungry like the wooooolf!"
It's very distracting to have so many double entendrey songs in your head at once.
Gah. I still want to go home.
