My group didn't start school till 10am today which was SUPER nice. I got some much needed sleep but woke up with the sniffles...there is always a catch...
I felt pretty today. That is something you will probably in my whole blog's life never hear me say again. I don't have self esteem issues because if I did I wouldn't have said I felt even the least bit pretty. I am modest is all. I wore my Levi's that have none other but holes in the knees (surprise, surprise), a black 1/4 sleeve shirt, a black lacy scarf & my Chuck Taylors. My hair (as usual) was it's normal grungy, chunk curl self. I also wore my glasses that aren't really glasses at all, just frames. Since I didn't want to lose my eye sight to someone who was apparently blind in the first place; I punched the lens out. Pretty. <---that's how I felt. Though the tissue crammed up my snuffly nose 3/4 of the school day was suuuuper sexy, I promise...that was sarcasm, if you haven't caught it.
After school I gave England a lesson on 'locker techniques & tricks' a.k.a opening a damn locker. I don't think he understood the whole left twice around, right once passed the last number & left straight to the last number concept, so he has to practice while I (until the day he gets it) will open his locker for him, long as he finds me.
Typical crap at 'home'. Sat in my room. Talked to Maine. Went driving around with Maine. Although, neither of us have had a conversation more than 2 mins long with Kansas the last 2 days. I figure I would just let her be & in case something is going on back home.
Maine & I also came to the conclusion that the little boy's name next door is 'Peaches'. Why, you ask? Because after dinner Maine & I were sitting talking about our usual bull when out of the darkness, where our neighbors are inhabited we heard a lady calling 'Peaches'. That's totally normal, you say? No. Let me finish. After a good 2-3 'Peaches' out cries, the lady's tone turned into 'normal' to the voice of a burly construction worker. I swear Satan was going to peel back the darkness of our neighbors barrier & arise from the abyss of blackness & punch us in the face for peeping. Peaches might as well be the dog next door too but we figure that the little boy being named Peaches is less argumentative.
There is defiantly not a dull moment, let me tell ya.
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